"Su Shen————————”

"Su Shen————————”

"Su Shen————————”

The fiery shouts were like energy projections, shooting into Su Shen's body one by one.

It made him feel that cells and even nuclei are following these familiar sounds, constantly rolling.

Continuously excited.

This state is like boiling water boils to the boiling point, which is exactly what he likes.

It's what he needs, too.

He jumped to the camera.

Dead to the ground.

Um.

Feet feeling.

Very touching.

Very vigorous.

This shot, the mental state was mobilized, and it was considered to be aroused.

It won't be a drag.

"Su Shen's shot is his first show. It's enough to open ten seconds. In fact, he has achieved this goal in the preliminary round." Li Tao said: "There is not much pressure to compete now. Enjoy this shot and talk to the world's strongest flying man."

Li Tao's words made many people agree with them in front of the TV.

Su Shen's shot should be lightweight and has no burden.

Break ten in the preliminary round, and it has already achieved its debut goal.

Afterwards, just enjoy the game.

There is actually another subtext here, which is-

Anyway, I can't win.

This is not to be discouraged, nor to increase the enemy's ambition and destroy his own majesty. But after 200809, let alone the flower-growing family, including Ameika, and even the whole world, who encountered Bolt was not so subconscious?

If you really think you can pass by, and then you will probably feel that you are seriously ill when you say it.

Being too ambitious.

unrealistic.

Su Shen carefully debugged the starting machine, and even this time it took more time than in previous non-competitions.

It is comparable to Zhao Haohuan's debugging time when he saw Su Shen in the final of the 2009 OW competition.

Zhao Haohuan didn't feel like he was swallowing.

He is really looking forward to ten seconds later.

"The sixth road, young American players."

"Ryan Bailey!"

"Belley's current PB is 10.05s, and last year it was created, and the best result this year was 10.09s. This is the fifth shot in his 100-meter competition this year. The athlete is very tall, reaching 1.93 meters. There are three athletes who are more than 1.9 meters tall, namely Bolt, Zhao Haohuan, and the other is Ryan Bailey."

It seemed very awesome as he spoke, but Bailey was obviously a little worried about being by Su Shen's side again.

The previous preliminaries have not yet recovered.

We're going to be together now.

It's really God's eyes are not open.

At least help me change my opponent next to you.

"The seventh flower-planting player, the third yellow race player to break ten, the bronze medal of the National Games, one of our popular players."

"Work and rest————”

The popularity of work and rest is also very high. Many people know the "older youth myth" of work and rest, and many people regard it as their idol.

In addition, the legend of Progressing the Tianfu and becoming a powerful general in the hundreds of days has made the public more legendary.

You must know that for ordinary people, this kind of story is probably more love to watch than a game.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "The Eighth Road."

"The flower-growing player has just started to focus on 100 meters..."

"Zhang Peimeng——"

Zhang Peimeng's cheers were much smaller. Not only did he have fewer stories, but his personality was not that likable. In addition, his grades are not as good as rest now. With the continuous stimulation of Su Shen and others, there is no score of 10 now. You are embarrassed to say what kind of super expert you are.

Zhang Peimeng naturally noticed these changes, but he didn't say much.

He knew he wanted this.

It must be proved by strength.

He wants to work and rest.

Decide the outcome.

These two people are really enemies. They were separated from each other, and I don’t know if it was intentional.

But this does add a lot of highlights in vain.

"Okay, the eight passers-by are ready to squat down on their starting gear."

"It depends on this shot left. Who can play the best except Bolt?"

Yang Jian just finished speaking.

The familiar electronic password rang.

“on your marks.” (Each is in place)

“set.” (prepared)

Before squatting down, Bolt glanced at Su Shen next to him, and originally wanted to talk about where to go after the competition.

But at a certain moment.

He seemed to be in the eyes of the fifth young man next to him.

I saw the battle spear like Ruger in Irish mythology.

And this.

It is known as a weapon in Irish mythology and is known to kill gods.

PS: I wrote it all night, this is the first update~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!

I am really tired, but I have too little rest time, oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!

If there is a double break, it will be better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter completed!