Chapter 115： Even the little tricks of carving insects dare to make an axe

"That Chinese man once again set a world record, even if it only advanced by 0.02 seconds."

"Do you think a yellow race can really run so fast?"

"No! Absolutely impossible. If my estimate is correct, Huaxia should have followed our path and used a new type of nutritional supplement that cannot be detected. Otherwise, how could a Chinese person run so fast, this is unscientific."

The man said sarcastically, "Nutrition agent? Haha."

The American who was promoting the product didn't seem to understand what the other party meant. He nodded calmly: "Yes, it is nutritional supplements. We are an authority in sports research in the United States, and we are at the forefront of sports technology in the world. We research The latest nutritional supplement has been tested, and the elements in it are absolutely undetectable."

Having said that, the person added: "As long as it is not detected, it cannot be considered cheating. It is just a nutritional supplement, just a nutritional supplement, a nutritional supplement that makes athletes stronger, and the crystallization of modern sports science. If you If you want to win gold in Atlanta, if you want to get more endorsements and earn more Franklins, I recommend you use it.”

The man said worriedly, "Even if it can't be detected now, it will be detected in the future."

"What's there to worry about." The salesman was showing off his eloquence, "When it can be detected, you will be retired, and at most you will get your gold medal back, and maybe you will be fined a little bit more than what you can get. Get up, it's nothing."

"You let me think about it."

"Then you have to hurry up. We are not just you as a customer. Think about it carefully. I believe you will make a wise choice."

If Kokura's coach saw this salesman, he would definitely recognize him. This man was his American friend. It was with the help of his so-called show-off and nutritious diet that Kokura was able to run that 100-meter run. Score within ten seconds.

There are many differences between China and the United States, one of which is that the Americans can do it without the law, while the Chinese people are not only bound by the law, but also abide by public order and good customs, that is, moral self-restraint.

As long as the law does not clearly stipulate that it is an illegal act, the Americans will act recklessly, but in addition to the law, which guarantees the lower limit, the Chinese people also have a code of conduct that raises the standard of morality.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Chinese people, some institutions in the United States acted too unscrupulously and broke the rules, but in their eyes they were not wrong.

This is a cognitive difference arising from the difference between the two countries.

The salesman left, leaving the tightly wrapped man alone in a daze.

The latter looked at the number of 9.73 seconds on the electronic timer, and frowned gradually.

Even though he is the world's top existence in the 100-meter sprint, he asks himself that it is almost impossible to run such a result.

Losing to a yellow race, and still holding the Olympic Games in your own country, in front of the whole world?

"Damn, I can't accept it."

The man cursed in a low voice, got up and left.

Xu Ang is receiving cheers at the moment, enjoying the glory that belongs to the victor.

Zhang Ming quickly rushed to Xu Ang with his coat and members of the coaching staff. The sprint coach of Xu Ang put a coat on Xu Ang to prevent him from catching a cold, and complained in his mouth: "My little ancestor. , you scared me to death. You actually played this kind of heartbeat in the finals, because you think my heart is too good, and you want to find something for it? "

During the race, who would dare to play like Xu Ang, actually braked before the finish line, and his jaw dropped in shock? Zhang Ming was stunned and his mind went blank.

Fortunately, Xu Ang's strength surpassed his opponents by a lot. Even if he played like this, there was still no suspense for the gold medal. What's even more surprising is that he did so and broke the world record he set at the Qatar Invitational last year.

To be honest, Zhang Ming was Xu Ang's coach, and he couldn't accept it.

Others worked so hard, for example, the player in the eleventh district, Xiaokura, everyone fainted on the field, but the gold medal was easily picked up by you, and there was no suspense for others. If you are so arrogant, you will be beaten.

"Don't worry, I have a good idea." Pointing to the huge electronic display, Xu Ang said to Zhang Ming, "Even if I can't remember the time, isn't there still such a thing."

Are you kidding about the sign-in task?

nonexistent.

Someone was playing tricks on the field, trying to interfere with Xu Ang's state, and used ghost tricks to step on him. If Xu Ang didn't reply back, how could his thoughts be understood.

Beaten?

How can it be!

Pointing to the audience in the stands, Xu Ang said to Zhang Ming: "Listen, how enthusiastic their cheers are. Let me tell you Lao Zhang, the culture of the eleventh district has made them worship the strong in their bones. It has reached an unimaginable level. If you want them to give you the respect you deserve, you can defeat them. But if you want to go further and make them worship you, ordinary victory is not enough. You have to be like me, invincible To defeat them with arrogant and arrogant strength, step on the loser's head to declare his strength, so as to conquer them."

Zhang Ming really wanted to refute Xu Ang, and warned him to be humble, to be humble and to benefit from all his actions, but the audience in the eleventh district in the stands were frantically shouting Xu Ang's name, and his performance was so frantic that his eyes filled with tears. When Zhang Ming got to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

Is it really like what Xu Ang said, humility is useless in this country, you have to be arrogant and cool.

Ask yourself, even if Zhang Ming has Xu Ang's equal ability to absolutely dominate the men's 100-meter race, he can't be like Xu Ang. Some things are written into his bones, he can't do such arrogant actions, just like the crazy worship of the strong people in the eleventh district.

While standing on the podium waiting for the award, Xu Ang completed this month's sign-in task.

"You have completed the sign-in task: after winning the gold medal in the competition in the eleventh district and breaking the world record again, sign in to and get the sign-in reward: detailed explanation of the sky tree construction drawings and related technologies."

Xu Ang had an extra hard drive in his pocket. Although other people couldn't see it, Xu Ang could feel the heavy weight. This gave him a sigh of relief, and he was worried that the almighty sign-in system would send him a lot of drawings that could drown others, and that would be troublesome.

The official from the Sports Ministry of the eleventh district who presented the award came out, with a fake smile on his face, and the appearance of a smirk without a smile made people uncomfortable.

Xu Ang noticed that the official's height was not very good. If he wanted the man to hang the medal around his neck, he would have to bend his waist down, as if he was bowing his head.

He also noticed that some reporters from District 11 were holding up cameras, waiting to capture this scene.

These guys still want to do things, they really don't die.

A positive smile appeared on Xu Ang's face. When the official walked under the podium where he was standing and waited for Xu Ang to bow to him, Xu Ang did not like him. Xu Ang, who played cards out of common sense, stretched out his hand with a smile to pick up the medal and put it on himself.

The officials of the eleventh district froze. He never thought that Xu Ang would do this. Before he could react, Xu Ang with a smile on his face took his hand again and shook it enthusiastically.

By the time this man came to his senses, Xu Ang had already let go of him.

This man raised his head and looked at Xu Ang, who was looking down at him. How could he think that the smile on Xu Ang's face implied another meaning - ridicule, ridicule.

That's the disdain of the winner for the loser--they dare to make an axe even with small tricks?

But what can he do?

In order not to let the public see the clue, he could only swallow this breath, and forced himself to endure and follow the process of the award ceremony.

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