Chang Jiawei and a group of senior sports medicine seniors gave her pre-competition guidance: "One of the skills of middle and long-distance running is to look for the right time to surpass."
If you watch the race carefully, you will find that the middle and long-distance running is different from the sprint, and it is a non-parallel mixed track. If they are close, players are prone to physical contact and mutual influence. Some runners do not perform badly in individual running, but it is because of this that they tend to fall behind when running with multiple people. The winning player will get excellent points beyond this one.
"Yingying, this is your strength." Pan Shihua, who has experience in competitions, pointed her in the direction.
Combining the words of her predecessors and classmates, Xie Wanying thinks about it and can work hard from two aspects. One is that its own components must be adjusted in place, whether it is slow or fast, and it should be fast if it is slow. The second is to aim at the right time to find the right opportunity to start. Don't talk about taking the first and second, you can't take the bottom to discredit your classmates and the school.
The referee whistled.
All participating athletes come to the starting line and prepare to start.
At half past eleven, the sun was scorching, and the air was a little hot. Before running, some players began to sweat a little on their faces and necks.
The spectators on both sides of the track are bustling, and the enthusiasm for watching the race has never been low. Many teachers and students who were going to have lunch stopped by the playground to watch the game, which added to the excitement.
There were so many people, He Xiangyu raised the loudspeaker, and Mr. Lu found a high place to stand and watch the competition.
"Come on, Yingying!"
The shouts of Teacher Lu and Second Senior Sister came over.
The blood in Xie Wanying's body boiled a little.
"Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister—"
Hearing that Senior Brother Huang, who had disappeared for a while, was calling, Xie Wanying followed the prestige and went back to check the situation.
After Huang Zhilei found the junior sister who wanted to compete, he raised his finger and smacked Junior Song on the head: "You stupid cat, you almost made us miss the competition. It's Guodu Medical College, where did you go? You ran to Guodu Business School ? Guodu College of Pharmacy? Guodu Research Institute?"
The nouns listed by the seniors are all correct, and they are all famous academic institutions in the capital circle. Drivers who don't usually wander around in the capital will really get lost.
Song Xuelin let out a long breath helplessly.
It's not his fault that he lost his way today. He usually takes a taxi, and he will never be late if he spends a lot of money and adds a tip.
It was his father who had a whim in the morning and insisted on driving him here himself. It was Father Song who got lost, not his Song cat.
"Won't you tell your dad how to open this road?" Huang Zhilei finished cursing.
Song Xuelin: What? He is a lazy cat who doesn't drive, takes a taxi every day, and doesn't know where the road is going.
"Do you dare to say that you are not lost? I think you are destined to be betrayed one day." Huang Zhilei taught the younger generation to know the way like a child.
"No." Song Xuelin insisted.
"Won't?"
"If you want to sell me, I will sell you first."
The senior didn't know it, he had already sold out the traffickers who wanted to kidnap him when he was in elementary school.
Huang Zhilei: ...
Hush, shhh, the referee blew three whistles: the women's 800m preliminaries and finals begin!
A bunch of runners on the starting line were like a swarm of bees, and dozens of people rushed to grab the front track.
For a time the scene was intense and chaotic. When the audience was dazzled and couldn't tell who was who, a contestant suddenly fell down with a slap. The runners behind had no time to dodge, tripped two in succession, and rolled out of the track.
The runway audience was affected and screamed repeatedly.
The referee ran over, waving his arms and shouting: Back up, back up!