Today's game proved that playing is really not a good thing.
"It doesn't matter, there is a second jump and a third jump." Geng Yongzhe interjected.
What is most needed at present is to unite and deal with foreign enemies.
"Shang Quan, concentrate, you can do it." One or two classmates patted Wei on the shoulder.
The second jump race begins.
People in the capital did not dare to take it lightly, fearing that Student Wei would miss his hand temporarily, so they continued to keep an eye on Student Wei.
The students in the eighth grade class of the Guoxie became anxious and swallowed their saliva.
It was student Wei's turn to jump for the second time.
This time, Wei was serious. The calf muscles exposed by his shorts contracted visibly, as if the engine was saving and waiting to start. The result is no surprise, he forgot, and made a mistake of using too much force. One of the standing long jump skills, the calf is too hard and it is easy to fall.
Jumping out, his legs couldn't stand firm, and Wei took a big step back, almost stepping back on the starting line with one foot.
There was applause from the audience area in the capital: "Good job!"
Finally, the Guoxie can send out a poor student, which makes them lose face in the capital.
Wei Shangquan's face was not only blue, but white.
"Can you do it?" The classmates in the class didn't rush him this time, they were only worried about what might happen to his health. His second jump result broke the lower limit of Li Qi'an's classmate, which was too shocking.
"If you feel that you are not feeling well, don't jump." Li Qi'an took the initiative to reach out his hand to pull him down.
"You let go." Wei Shangquan threw away classmate Li, betting in his heart that he had to go back and continue the game.
The counselor came back at a critical moment.
Boom, boom, Ren Chongda ran back to the student's arena after finishing his work, and asked the monitor, classmate Yue: "How is the situation?"
Wei's performance in the first two jumps was the bottom one, and it was difficult for Yue Wentong to explain the reason to the counselor.
The squad leader couldn't understand, so Ren Chongda had no choice but to observe by himself.
Other teachers, seniors, seniors, and seniors of the National Association of China rushed to the arena to cheer for their players.
In the standing long jump, the competition is the best of the three jumps, and the winner is unknown until the last moment.
He Xiangyu picked up the loudspeaker, turned it on, and found that there was no electricity, and the battery stock in the school bag was used up in the morning: bad.
The loudspeaker finally fell silent. Apart from the people in Guodu who are happy, there is probably only one other person who is happy.
There is no cheering at the moment, it should be that the students of the National Association are unwilling to put pressure on Wei.
Just because others don't put pressure on them doesn't mean that players don't put pressure on themselves.
Classmate Wei has always been joking and laughing a lot, but now his handsome face reveals that he is ready to fight, which makes him seem like a different person.
Slowly squat down with both legs.
Student Wei swung his arms to cut through the air, and closed his mouth tightly, as if holding back a big move.
Li Qi'an tapped his hands on his chest, praying for classmate Wei.
Seeing Li Qi'an's movements from the corner of his eyes, Wei Shangquan was irritated, his face was like a volcano erupting, and his legs jumped out.
Everyone said "wow": The opponent's jump is quite high and far away.
"There is hope." There is no need for sports experts like Chang Jiawei to speak out this time, Wei Tianlang and other non-sports medicine departments can see the signs, and shout excitedly with their fists in their palms.
The key is to settle down.
The first two failures of classmate Wei were all due to failing to stand firm in the end.
The people in the capital were anxious to yell at the contestants in the competition: "Pour, pour, pour!"
These bastards.
The cheerleaders of the National Association of Nations Association reflexively cursed back to the opposite side: "You are so weak!"
Today, the luck of the capital meets them, whether the National Association of China will fail or fail.