"Okay!" They felt relieved. Watt was one of the best in the triple jump. They were sure to win this competition.
A few people with different thoughts walked to the field of the triple jump with friendly smiles on their faces.
The onlookers outside the stadium quietly followed their athletes' preparations and sat down in their respective seats.
"Hello, I'm Watt. Which one of us will go first?"
"Hello, I'm Qin Guan. This is your home court, so you should go first."
Watt, who was more than 1.9 meters tall, was slender and tall, and had well-trained muscles. At first glance, one could tell that he was an athlete who specialized in track and field.
Watt didn't show any dissatisfaction with Qin Guan's decision. It was exactly what he wanted. He was excited to beat such a handsome guy with an excellent result.
Beep!
The professional referee gave the order. The skinny young man started running from a distance. He was so fast that Qin Guan could feel the wind as he ran past him.
One jump, ta! Two jumps, ta! Three jumps, ta!
Watt successfully stepped on the ground, leaped, and finally landed in the soft sand pit.
The referee raised a flag, indicating that there was no foul, which meant that the result was valid.
"16.01 meters!"
Following the referee's countdown, several spectators by the side of the field gasped.
For those who didn't know about the event, a distance of 16 meters was not enough to shock them.
However, in order to know what the result meant, Rongzhi was using his computer to look up the rules and requirements of the triple jump for Chinese athletes.
What did 16 meters mean?
Sixteen meters was the standard for a national master athlete.
If you could jump 12 meters, you would reach the standard of a national third-class athlete in China. Only after the standard of 13.6 meters and the standard of 15.25 meters could you reach the standard of 16 meters.
How difficult it was to achieve such a result.
Qin Guan's opponent was exactly like that. Qin Guan was not an athlete, and he had never done a triple jump. How could he possibly win?
Qin Guan was already standing at the starting line in the distance. His eyebrows were raised and the corners of his mouth were curled up. His expression was calm.
It was as if this was not a competition, but a leisurely afternoon stroll in the courtyard.
Just as the surrounding air was about to be melted by him, he suddenly took action without warning.
His arms swung rhythmically. His speed gradually increased as he ran, and his heart gradually strengthened along with the rhythm. His long legs not only brought him extraordinary speed, but also the visual enjoyment of human strength and beauty.
"Ah! Qin Guan, I love you! "
"Wow! Come on, Qin Guan! "
Qin Guan moved. Instead of running faster and faster, he jumped high in the air like a dancing butterfly. He landed on the ground, pushed back, and jumped again. His movements were as graceful as floating clouds and flowing water.
His shoes were perfectly positioned behind the take-off line. The distance between the tip of his shoes and the line was perfectly controlled, only a few centimeters apart.
Everyone fixed their eyes on Qin Guan as he soared into the air.
He felt relaxed, as if he had returned to the embrace of the wind. As Qin Guan got closer and closer to the sand, the serious boy smiled.
Thump! The intimate contact between its long legs and the sand left its final footprint beside the numerical marker.
"14.85 meters … The result is valid!" The referee announced the final result with a small flag on the sidelines.
"Oh, what a pity! He didn't do as well as Watt did."
"Are you stupid? Comparing a professional athlete to a star, it's already good enough that he can dance like that."
"Exactly. My boyfriend didn't even jump into the pit."
How useless is your boyfriend?
Qin Guan's friends didn't feel sorry for him though. They were just dumbfounded.
What? Is this the first time for Qin Guan to jump three times? Is this the national standard for second-class athletes? He's not far from the first-class, yet he's already fighting for first place?
Is he still human? Is he a monster?
Watt and a group of people from Harvard also thought the same. Only those who were really involved in sports knew what this result meant.
Qin Guan was in a strange state. When he had copied Watt's posture with his Muscle Fine-Tuning, he had found some shortcomings.
There was no problem with a rough imitation, but when the same action was done, due to everyone's different physical conditions, the effect would be different.
Qin Guan was not as tall as Watt, and he had not done muscle training all year round. His height, arm length, wind speed and aerodynamics were all affected, so there was a gap between their performances.
As long as Qin Guan continued to imitate Watt, he would not be able to make up for the gap.
Unless he could analyze all these factors on this basis and jump out in a way that was most suitable for him, then he could have a stunning breakthrough in his results.
Qin Guan was deep in thought. He tried his best to control his muscles and form in a strange posture.
Watt, who was jumping for the second time, didn't have time to feel strange. With the beep, he finished his second jump. 16.28, which was a lot higher than before.
"Next athlete, ready!"
Before Qin Guan could try again, the referee reminded him to test his theory on his second jump.
As the wind whistled past, Qin Guan's legs and arms stretched out in a relaxed posture. The wind was good, and his speed was even faster. His legs … Oh, no!
“HO！”
“HO”
As the audience gasped in surprise, Qin Guan made a mistake and fell on his butt.
"The score is valid... One meter..."
Why did you have to show off your long legs? You didn't fly at all!
"Ha ha ha!"
A few burly men on the sidelines were not stingy at all as they started to mock him. They had thought that this person was very awesome, but it turned out that his first result was a fluke.
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