"It's just the first in the preliminaries group..."

The cheers all around made Zhang Ben, Yu Wei and others feel a little uncomfortable.

Yu Wei looked at the cheering Koreans all around, as if their country's players had already won the championship in the final, cheering with excitement and pride. Yu Wei pouted and said with a smile: "This kind of result, in the rematch, it's easy to be eliminated..."

The result of 10.49 seconds, not to mention the Asian track, it is already very impressive to be able to enter the finals in some large domestic competitions in China.

Now, if this Korean player encounters a strong opponent in the rematch, he will definitely be eliminated.

If it wasn't for the Korean organizer who cheated and arranged this Jin Dongming in the first preliminaries group, but in the fifth preliminaries group, this Jin Dongming, I am afraid that even the monkeys in Vietnam and Indonesia would not be able to run...

Koreans are like this, no matter what, if you achieve a tiny achievement, you will be arrogant and celebrate or congratulate first. They never think about the results they got, what means they used in the process, and how the people around them view them. Zhang Ben also smiled: "This is the same as the people in Ah San..."

“The Korean nation...”

Jin Dongming ran on the field, as if celebrating the championship of the finals. Every time he ran out of a dozen meters, he waved his fists and shouted at the audience. What Jin Dongming shouted, everyone was confused and could not understand at all.

After all, Korean language is a small language. In this era, Chinese people have set off a fever for English. If there are still people in English who can understand a few words...

However, the Korean audience on the stage was full of enthusiasm and shared the excitement and joy in their hearts. Waving fists and shouting, there is a good interaction with Jin Dongming: "First... First!"

This frenetic atmosphere affected the following games. The athletes who are still warming up are all confused, and they all speculate whether there is a dark horse in the cannon fodder group in the first group of the preliminaries, or whether they have broken the Asian record?

And this dark horse, or a Korean athlete?

"Coach Zhang, what are they shouting?"

Many coaches on the field felt very strange, but they were the first in the preliminaries group? Is it worth the excitement?

Those coaches who experienced the same flight knew that Zhang Ben knew the Korean language and asked him for advice one after another.

"They're shouting, it's over, what are you bragging about... Get the hell out of there, just show off this result, you will definitely be eliminated in the semi-finals..."

Where did Zhang Ben know any Korean language, so he had to make it up, and with his facial expressions, Yu Wei and other three coaches were stunned for a while.

Obviously, Zhang Ben is deliberately arranging this Jin Dongming. The atmosphere at the scene is obviously excited and happy, okay?

The expressions of the three people gradually became strange.

"Don't look at me with this weird look..."

Feeling the strange eyes of several people, Zhang Ben felt a little indignant: "Koreans claim to be the best in Asia, but in fact, in Europe and the United States, Koreans spit everywhere, shout on the bus and subway, and one person occupies two or three. The seat and the sitting posture have a very flat taste. When someone accuses them, they say they are Chinese..."

Zhang Ben had never encountered such a thing.

But watched TV in previous life, but didn't see this kind of news. Among them, there are Koreans who come to experience China's high-speed rail. The quality... It's embarrassing how they have the face to claim to be a quality nation...

Yu Wei and the others widened their eyes, and anger appeared on their faces: "Why do I want to beat someone?"

You want to beat people now, but when China rapidly develops into a world power, South Korea's typical grape-eating mentality will make the Chinese people even more disgusted...

............

Wang Ben is in the fifth group, Yin Hanzhao is in the second group, and Chen Haijian is in the third group.

China's sprint field, in this era, indeed belongs to the bottom of the world. But in Asia, it's still top-notch. Yin Hanzhao and Chen Haijian easily won the first place in the preliminaries and advanced to the semi-finals.

The fifth group of athletes quickly arrived on the track. Wang Ben adjusted his running aid and stood on the track with his waist pinched.

Wang Ben was assigned to the seventh track, and the sixth track from the left was a Vietnamese who was only 1.6 meters tall. Wang Ben's height of 1.92 meters made the Vietnamese athletes seem to feel the pressure and kept looking up at Wang Ben.

This Vietnamese may still be wondering, both of the yellow race, how can the Chinese grow so tall?

Wang Ben, however, was not interested in Vietnamese athletes, and kept mumbling in his heart, "How fast can you run with those short legs?"

Wang Ben's waist is almost reaching the neck of a Vietnamese athlete.

The fifth track on the Vietnamese athlete's left is a Japanese, and the Japanese on the fourth track on the left is a black man, kneeling on the ground, praying in incomprehensible language, perhaps begging their gods Bless him for taking the first place.

On the black man's left, there is a Japanese. On the Japanese's left, the second track is also a black man. He did the same thing. Wang rushed to their chest and saw that the mini flag on his chest was the national flag of the United Arab Emirates. , and the flag on the black chest is the flag of Saudi Arabia.

The first track, is a mixed race, not short, but brown skin. Looking at the national flag on its chest, it is the Philippines. Wang Ben recalled the history he had learned. The United States once colonized the Philippines for a long time. This athlete was so tall that it completely violated racial genetics. Maybe he was a descendant of American soldiers.

The eighth track, that is, on the right hand side of Wang Ben, is a Khashoggi athlete. He is over 1.85 meters tall, young, with well-developed muscles and a long beard.

Sitting on his track sign, Wang Ben lost the desire to continue looking at them. In Wang Ben's imagination, the international track is at least some tall black players, or white people who are as strong as calves and full of muscle pimples.

Now, apart from the Filipino half-blood and the Khashakstan player who is about 1.8 meters, the Japanese player, who tied the Asian record, is less than 1.75 meters. The last one, Shenwu, was a little taller, at most 1.8 meters. The other players are more than 1.6 meters and less than 1.7 meters. Wang Ben is sitting on the signboard, and he is a little taller than the Vietnamese players...

"Ugh..."

Wang Ben felt a little disappointed: "This is the international competition? This is the strongest group in the preliminaries that the coach said?"

There were some words that Wang Ben couldn't understand in the broadcast, but a few players waved their hands.

Wang Ben understood that it was the broadcast that introduced the situation of each athlete. Wang Ben secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, in the past two months, the coaches have been training in English to start running and shouting instructions. Otherwise, everyone else will run away in the game later, and we still don't understand what they are saying. Should I strengthen my English training? already?"

If you become famous in the future, at least you can understand what people say when you are interviewed...

"No, they should speak Chinese, or I will ignore him..."

Wang Ben began to think wildly, and a smile appeared on his face.

“On your marks...”

At this time, the referee signaled the athletes to prepare for the start. Fortunately, Wang Ben shouted this password for more than two months, and Wang Ben understood it immediately: "It seems to have a curry smell, is it an Indian referee? This English is not as good as the coach's standard."

Of course, Wang Ben really couldn't tell whether it was Zhang Ben's standard shouting or the third brother's standard shouting. It's just habit, feel Zhang Ben is more familiar.

Wang Ben stood up lazily, squatted down, and stepped on the running aid. The courtside referee checks each athlete's hands one by one to see if their hands are on the line and whether their feet are on the running aids.

"Set"

The eight athletes bowed and raised their heads, ready for the starting position.

"Snapped......"

The crisp command gunshots echoed in the stadium.

Eight athletes, eight athletes, like tigers descending the mountain, rushed to the track in an instant.

The game has begun...