The athletes' rest area is noisy, including the three people around Lin Mu.

He pulled Wen Ting, who had just returned, asked about his long and short questions, chatted and joked.

Lin Mu just started to be alone after Wen Ting came back and hugged him! The coach could share joy and pain with the athletes, and taste all kinds of tastes.

But in Lin Mu's heart, it is also his pursuit to practice his athletes more perfectly. He will summarize, analyze and find ways to solve the problems that arise in the competition. He will never tire of doing this!

"Xiao Wen, your final should be stable..."

"Wen Ting, can you run a first-level final?!"

“…”

Wen Ting had calmed down a lot at this moment. He recalled the competition process just now. Except for the results that made him happy and excited, he really didn't feel that there was much intense, and there were very few things that could make him feel excited.

He chatted casually with two classmates and peeked at what the coach was doing from time to time? Then he waited for Zhu Xiaojun's game. He could feel that Zhu Xiaojun should be better than him, but he thought he was one year younger than him, and sooner or later he would be able to surpass him. He is only in his second year of high school this year, and there is still more than a year left!

Both unexpected and reasonable results were achieved. After the surprise passed, the group of people from No. 1 Middle School were already waiting for Zhu Xiaojun's game. Judging from the current progress on the field, it was almost here!

The 200m preliminaries, which starts at 10 o'clock, is also the last round of the morning, with a total of 19 groups of competitions. Because it is a preliminaries, there are only 4 or 5 minutes between each group of competitions.

Therefore, the competition progressed very quickly. Before 11 o'clock, the competition had completed 10 groups. The next 11th group competition was about to begin, and Zhu Xiaojun, a senior high school student at No. 1 Middle School, is also in this group.

At this time, he had already stood on the starting line, and the fewer and fewer spectators as they approached noon did not affect his mood.

They have never come over others' shouts and cheers. In school and in the past competitions, some of them just ignore them.

On the other side, Lin Mu and his men walked to the sidelines and leaned against the fence to wait for the start of the game. Lin Mu was in a relaxed mood. He put his hand on the fence and tapped his index finger from time to time, looking so leisurely.

All the contestants were in place, Xu Zhongqi beside him couldn't help but whisper to Lin Mu: "Xiaolin, have a chance to enter the finals? I know that Xiao Zhu was better than Xiao Wen before, but now I really can't judge it!"

He was also concerned and was confused, so he wanted to get some affirmation from Lin Mu!

"Haha, Mr. Xu, don't worry. Overall, Zhu Xiaojun is still better than Wen Ting. His results are uncertain, but within 23 seconds, he can basically be sure, unless he gets down the middle!"

Xu Zhongqi listened, although his face was a little serious, but he felt relieved. He still believed Lin Mu's judgment. Since he had been in contact with him, he seemed to have never made any mistakes in these aspects!

After receiving the affirmation, he stopped asking and his eyes turned to the field. At this time, the players on the field had the best final preparations.

"Each is in place!"

Before the starting line of the U18 men's 200m preliminaries, the starter reminder sounded.

Zhu Xiaojun squatted down, shook off other distractions, looked down at the track ahead, and stepped on the runner.

He ranks in the 6th lane, and the lane is neither good nor bad. He is more experienced than Wen Ting in the 200-meter race. He has also run many races in the county and city. He has already understood the pros and cons of each lane.

He just looked at the other players casually, then withdrew his eyes and lowered his head. He didn't recognize them. There might be 100 meters of players in the 100 meters of yesterday, but it doesn't matter now. This is 200 meters!

Don't underestimate your opponent, but don't underestimate yourself at the same time!

In an instant, Zhu Xiaojun concentrated all his energy and waited for the final order.

Don’t let down your family’s expectations of you. This is what many teachers have said to me! Live up to yourself. This is what the coach said to me! But what I want to say more now is that he will live up to the coach! Because the coach has given me more progress and hope for the future!

This is the competition field. I walked on this track and showed everything I taught me. All I had to do is to be the fastest person here!

"preparation!"

Eight contestants stood up at the same time instantly and made a starting posture.

"Bang~"

The moment Zhu Xiaojun heard the gunshot, his feet suddenly stepped on the starting machine and started to start and accelerate.

At the moment of rushing out, Zhu Xiaojun felt that the training he had been doing was not in vain and did not let him down. This was a quick reaction he had never had before.

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!

Don’t deliberately try to reach a tilt angle and speed up according to your most comfortable rhythm. This is what the coach has always emphasized!

I can't run away from Jiang Bing in 100 meters, but I never admit defeat at 200 meters...

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters...

His starting speed and acceleration are much faster than Wen Ting, and he is about to reach his maximum speed at this time and is ready to enter the rhythm of running halfway.

On the other side of the field, from the moment Zhu Xiaojun started and rushed out, Lin Mu already knew that the result was predictable! He couldn't help but blurt out: "It's stable!"

Xu Zhongqi and the other three, who were fully focused, couldn't help but feel completely relieved. The coach's judgment was always accurate and never made any mistakes!

Zhu Xiaojun on the runway has now ignored everything around him. Although he swept the other players from the corner of his eyes, either up or down, surpassing, and falling behind.

Zhu Xiaojun was just still trying hard to accelerate.

50 meters, 60 meters, 70 meters...

There were not many strong opponents in this group. At this time, Zhu Xiaojun could no longer glance at the corner of his eyes. Although his 100-meter meter 1 was not good, his starting speed and explosion were not as good as the top 100-meter meter players, and most of the time he suffered a great loss in the early stage.

But there are indeed no such strong players in the same group, which makes no one able to get rid of him in the early stage. This also makes Zhu Xiaojun completely relieved and run more freely!

In the stands of the organizing committee’s work area, people who care about it have been paying attention since the beginning of the competition. But now, they don’t have much expectations from the beginning.

Mr. Gu shook his head and said as if he was murmuring: "There is no suspense. Not only does he run on the score, but he also has no suspense in the process! As always!"

Coach Ning didn't say anything when he heard the words. He was only focusing on the six figures on the field. It seemed to be a rhythm that was consistent. The starting speed in the early stage was just as good as the previous one, and it was even worse than the top one, but the acceleration lasted for a long time, the stability was good, and the speed was better. There was indeed no suspense!

Not only these professionals’ opinions, but even the audience who had a half-understanding on the sidelines could see that there was no suspense! Although the crushing victory can also bring people passion and pleasure, the crushing is too much!

I saw the six players accelerated in the corner and rushed up and never fell down again. They threw away one player, and even the eight players with the longest forward stretch were thrown down.

The curve went into the straight and ranked first, and the audience also applauded and expressed their enthusiasm.

120 meters, 130 meters, 140 meters, still ranked first, the nearest person has dropped 7.8 meters.

150 meters, 160, 170 meters, 180 meters, entered the sprint, and the speed did not drop much, but instead made a small improvement, and the audience also felt a trace of long-lost passion.

"Smack sex~"

Accompanied by a round of warm applause, Zhu Xiaojun rushed through the finish line.

He jogged for a few steps and stopped after panting. He didn't have much intense emotions. The competition that was too suspense did make the contestants less passion and less joy and excitement after winning.

I looked back at the results, and then I smiled on my face, but I felt a little regret and regret in an instant! I clenched my fists tightly.

"First, 6th way, 22 seconds 16"
Chapter completed!