"Professor Wei, why don't you dance too?" A group of young people teased the old professor.
"Me?" Wei Tianlang pointed to his blushing nose, "Do you think I can be that special case?"
It's better to ask the Cao family what kind of fairy food they ate, and how people in their forties can crush young people and become champions.
While speaking, the champion player appeared. Zhai Yunsheng, who was wearing a blue professional sportswear, had a standard slender figure, and he was really born to play high jump.
"You—" Wei Tianlang put his hand on Dai Nanhui's shoulder, "Work hard, don't say you can't do it in your forties."
Dai Nanhui's face turned pale, and the thoughts in his heart were running wildly: Why did you apply for this project by yourself? Losing is simply humiliating himself, and what's more damning is who he called to watch his game.
The referee whistled and whistled.
In high jump, the most common one is the leaping style, which is the jumping method for beginners taught by the physical education teacher at school as elementary school students and middle school students: jump up on one leg, step over the bar with one leg and then pass over the bar with the other leg.
Athletes in professional competitions widely use it as a good-looking back jump style, which can maximize the advantages of the high center of gravity of the human body.
If a layman doesn't understand, just look at whether the player is using the leap or back step, and he can basically determine the level of the player.
At a height of 1.6 meters, the leaping is very sad.
The chief referee wanted to shorten the game time and increase the take-off height, and the effect was immediate.
After one round, it seems that most of the contestants will be wiped out to enter the finals.
Dai Nanhui got the bottom one, and in front of him was Uncle Zhai.
Clang, clang, five or six players in front of Uncle Zhai dropped their poles one after another, and one of them knocked the side pole crooked.
The referee called a stop, suspended the game and re-approved the height of the pole.
This pause made Dai Nanhui's palms sweat, he was really nervous.
The voice of "Get out of the way, get out of the way" came from the onlookers, which was quite familiar.
Dai Nanhui turned his head to look, and saw the face appearing in the crowd.
I saw Brother Nan Hui standing on the field. Li Yaxi's mood had a little excitement that was hard to suppress.
For some reason, Dai Nanhui's heart dropped when he saw her appear.
Maybe he was more afraid of her not coming than his own win or loss.
In the arena, the people of Guodu burst into applause.
Uncle Zhai, who set off in front of him, easily crossed a height of 1.6 meters. His high-flying posture gave the audience a taste of what it means to be a king in his forties.
Xie Wanying judged with three-dimensional eyes: "The highest waist point of the body in the past was 2.35, and the lowest point hip was 2.23, which was 0.2 higher than the second place."
0.2 is equivalent to 20 cm. Due to the high jump, each round is adjusted to a distance of 2 to 5 cm. Uncle Zhai beat the second place by more than four rounds, showing the legendary deterrent power over others.
When the people next to her heard her talk, they all squinted their eyes: Xie, your eyes are more terrifying than the king, and you have grasped the limit of the king.
It was his turn. Dai Nanhui's body was sweating even more.
During the tense moment, there was the creaking sound of loudspeakers in the arena. After installing new batteries, the loudspeaker volume became louder. When the speaker roared, everyone's eardrums buzzed.
"Come on, student Dai Nanhui!"
Not to mention how the athletes listened to this voice, Tao Zhijie had goose bumps all over his body. When he turned around and saw who was the person holding the loudspeaker, his eyes shrank into needles.