"Student, have you practiced other sports before?"

The Wang Jiao picked the whistle in his hand and turned around Wang Yan a few times. His eyes seemed to be like the chef of the state banquet who saw a good piece of rib.

The so-called "historing" is understandable.

The eldest young master thought about it and said to the truth: "I haven't practiced anything, but I like swimming very much. I go swimming for two laps when I have time."

Wang Jiao looked surprised and suspicious, but he resisted the doubt and nodded in agreement.

"Swimming... It's good to swim, strengthen your body, and the load is light..."

Anyone who comes to this will doubt that Wang Yan's figure does not look like it grew naturally.

Width shoulders, thin waist, and long legs.

The exposed muscles are very smooth, neither dead nor deformed.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a body that you can only have a long-term exercise and exercise very scientifically.

Wang Yan smiled without saying a word, waiting in front of the starting line in a proper manner.

The King of Sect said nothing more, turned around and ordered Dai Mo: "I'll issue the order, you go to the finish line and wait, and press the whistle and press the table, is there no problem?"

"Okay!"

Dai Mo responded and ran to the finish line excitedly.

Wang Jiao glanced back at Gong Feiyu and suddenly waved his hand: "Bai Yu, do you want to follow him? Show your juniors a demonstration."

Gong Feiyu shook his head: "I can't win."

Even though she said this, she still silently walked to the fifth track and stood beside Wang Yan.

The eldest young man turned his head and glanced at the beautiful woman, feeling very sad.

Spicy chicken shredded, I have to look up...

The absolute difference is actually only 5 cm, but it feels like looking up, which makes the eldest young master particularly uncomfortable.

Gong Feiyu looked back and looked very majestic when his narrow phoenix eyes looked at people sideways.

Tsk tsk!

To be cool, not exactly;

It should be described as queen-like, but it is a bit biased;

Wild? Not comprehensive enough.

How should we summarize the temperament of this girl?!

Haven't seen this before...

Wang Yan couldn't accurately describe that feeling for a long time, so he had to shake his head, dispel the messy thoughts in his mind, and squat down and prepare seriously.

Wang Jiaoman was careful to correct his posture to everyone one by one, explain the key points of exercising force, and repeatedly trained the preparation movements. After a long time of struggle, he officially shouted the preparatory command.

"Prepare...drip!"

With a whistle, Gong Feiyu rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Starting ahead of Wang Yan is at least 0.5 seconds.

But in the acceleration stage, Wang Yan quickly pulled back the weak lead and was the first to cross the finish line.

Slap sex!

Dai Mo pressed the stopwatch three times, recorded the results of the top three, and then looked down.

"Damn!"

His eyes suddenly glared at the boss.

Gong Feiyu slowed down and trotted slowly, walked back slowly, and asked Daimo: "How is it?"

It seems to be more concerned than Wang Yan.

"You are 11 seconds 38, there should be an error."

Gong Feiyu shook his head: "In my current state, I can't run within 11 seconds or 4. Who... How is the grades of classmate Wang?"

Dai Mo swallowed and spitted, replied in a daze: "10 seconds 95..."

Gong Feiyu narrowed his eyes and looked back at Wang Yan.

The eldest young master was confused and did not know the significance of the achievement. He smiled calmly and asked: "What? Is it good or is it lower than expected?"

Before Dai Mo could make a sound, Wang Jiao rushed over, running with panting, and shouting from afar, "How much is the grade?!"

"It's been 11 seconds!"

Dai Mo's concise words almost made the Wang Jiao slapped on the ground.

"Damn it! Really fake?"

He rolled over and crawled over, grabbed the stopwatch and took a look at it, and finally believed it.

"Oh my goodness, classmate, you are a genius..."

Genius or something, Wang Dashao would just listen to it. Bolt is a genius. There is a difference between 9 seconds, 58 seconds, and 11 seconds, and Wang Yan has a B-minded heart.

However, the eldest young master felt a little happy to be able to outperform Gong Feiyu, who seemed to be super strong.

Hehe, you are so powerful, aren’t you still defeated under my legs?

Of course, Xiao Xiao’s secret joy is not so bad, and he really competes with girls, so Xiao Xiao is overwhelmed.

As a result, the young master's dull reaction immediately annoyed a group of professional players.

Dai Mo hurriedly explained to Wang Yan.

"Boss Wang, I will give you a brief science to popularize the current national athlete standards!

A man can apply for a second-level athlete with a score of 11.74 seconds.

Level 1 requires a formal competition at the provincial level or above, with a score of 10.93 seconds.

The requirement for athletes is 10 seconds and 60.

National sports athletes, 10 seconds 30, what can I do to participate in the Olympics directly...

Brother, you are a perfect first-level athlete now!”

Very awesome?

Wang Yan doesn't think so.

The top domestic standards are still a slag when thrown into the world.

Yellow people have extremely obvious talent shortcomings in sports that require explosive power, which are incomparable to black people.

But in other words, the average intelligence of black people is hammered by Chinese people.

It is all due to talent, and needs to be viewed objectively and self-sustained.

So Wang Yan really doesn’t think he is so powerful that he is not at the top level in China. Are you proud of a lantern?

However, Gong Feiyu and Wang Sect obviously don't think so.

"you're good!"

Gong Feiyu plucked his hands twice and his attitude was very sincere.

Wang Yan smiled modestly: "You are really amazing. My grades are not the best among boys, but you are the top-notch among girls, and you are incomparable."

"Can't look that way."

Gong Feiyu shook his head: "You have not received professional training, and you can achieve this result by relying on your talent. If you really work hard, 10 seconds 3 will definitely not be a problem. You have the talent to win the domestic championship, at least."

When she said this, her eyes were shiny and very energetic.

“I can’t take the sports route, I have my career and goals.”

Wang Yan made a direct explanation, mainly to the Wang Sect who was about to move, but Gong Feiyu's eyes became inexplicably gloomy.

The charm quickly faded away, and the whole person went from vivid and lively to cold again.

"You are really talented..."

The Wang Jiao took the matter anxiously.

Mr. Wang continued to shake his head: "I exercise just to maintain physical vitality and cultivate healthy and positive living habits. It is impossible to take a professional route, and I am not here to do so."

"Why……"

Wang Jiao sighed and struggled for a while. After all, he couldn't help but teach him, so he persuaded him again.

"Student, your height and wingspan are a bit...well, not very enough.

As for you, it is difficult to achieve any results when practicing swimming, so you may be a little underestimating your potential...

But, you are really promising in track and field and have amazing talent!

With your image and temperament, as long as you win a championship, you can immediately make money that you will never spend in your entire life. Should you consider it again?"
To be continued...