Temptation to bend over

Chapter 60 Icy
The whistle for the preliminary round blew quickly, and Song Yan was still in the back row. In the waiting room, Yang Jiao and Yao Ju gritted their teeth, but neither of them said anything to put pressure on Song Yan. The pace is fast and passionate, and her heart beats fast.

She knew that Song Yan was powerful, but outsiders didn't know where the short 100-meter gap was. However, insults and suffering were written on her face, but she kept silent.

Another round of whistles blew outside, and the cheers outside the stadium were overwhelming. The foreign player who provoked just now had quite good results, ranking first in the group.

The score of 11 seconds was really impressive. The companions next to the boy swarmed up and hooked him around his neck to cheer. Sit down out of sight.

Yao Ju looked at her cautiously, he was timid, and wanted to coax her, but he didn't dare.

The big man stood there with a cold face, Song Yan was relaxed, the young man leaned back halfway on the chair, looked up at him, and was a little lazy: "Go." color, but the meaning is really obvious.

Yao Jubing put on a face, the man's expression froze, and he said, "That's not what it means."

His voice was very soft, and the tone of his words was unnatural. How could Song Yan not know his thoughts, his eyes were almost glued to his body, and he still pretended to be serious.

The whistle was blowing outside, and another series of numbers was read on the radio. Yang Jiao stood up nervously and said, "Song Yan, it's your turn."

Hearing this, the young man stood up and took off his coat. Yang Jiao was very serious, walked up to him, and said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you."

Song Yan did not refuse her kindness, but nodded.

The atmosphere of the scene was at its most lively moment, the crowd cheered, the snow light on the side of the sports field was dazzling, Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and the boy just in front of him was looking at him and sneered.

The young man was a head taller than him, and Song Yan walked in front of him, he lowered his head slightly, his whole body was faintly pressed down, he put his hand on the shoulder of the foreign boy, and pressed his palm with broad and strong knuckles.

The other party was a little annoyed and wanted to struggle, but found that under the hands of this black-haired boy, he didn't have the slightest ability to struggle.

It was only at this time that a little fear finally welled up in his heart, and he swallowed: "What do you want?"

Song Yan smiled a little at the end of his eyes, and just for a moment, he pressed down again and pushed him away. The other party obviously had no preparations, so he fell back suddenly, and his head fell into the arms of his companion who was cheering and celebrating later. Here, his face flushed instantly.

But at this moment, the black-haired boy on the opposite side didn't even speak a word, but he was trembling, and under the aura of the other party, he was actually speechless.

"Excuse me." Song Yan said.

The young man stepped forward, his English pronunciation was not particularly standard, even with a strong accent and ugly tones, but at this time no one dared to speak.

Yao Ju was standing not far away, and he couldn't help but let out a "hey".

——Oh, I still lost my temper.Not to mention, it had been several years, and this was the first time he had seen Song Yan lose his temper.

This young firecracker can really hold back.

Tsk, it's awesome that it doesn't make any noise when it explodes.

He laughed, very satisfied.

All the eyes of the audience are now focused on the runway. Among the neat rows of golden heads, only the black on the very edge is particularly eye-catching.

Many people still disdain Song Yan.

——It's pretty good at scaring people, but you don't know the level of country Z?

——It would be embarrassing to start running, but I had the nerve to make a fuss about it.

——I simply don't know how thick the sky is, and I have a thick skin.

But no one has said that directly yet. A girl at the side of the arena blew on the black manicure on her fingers with a focused expression.

Her seat is the closest to Song Yan's runway.

The boy on the side of the runway was quite calm, he was not even a little nervous as Yao Ju said, let alone overwhelmed.

He bent over, like a cheetah about to attack, he clearly heard his steady heartbeat, his eyes were cold, and he looked forward.

"Boom!" The sound of guns rang out.

An afterimage flicked out like a bow and arrow, and at that moment, the black shadow with the red tracksuit was ahead in an instant.

Pretty amazing explosiveness.

Almost everyone in the audience was shocked.

The young man seems to be born on the runway, he is like a seagull rushing on the sponge with its wings spread violently, which makes people feel frightened.

Before the people on the stage even had time to whisper to each other in amazement, he reached the finish line after 9 seconds 56.

The whole place was silent.

　The number of words in the past two days has been relatively small. Today, Congee Congee went to see the deep sea. It was very beautiful. Congee Congee cried so much in the movie theater.

　　But after reading it, I seem to be able to understand why my friends felt bored before. If you can’t empathize, it’s really boring, like moaning without illness, but if you can empathize, it’s really great.

　　I cried to death in the middle of the night woo woo, I want you to hug woo wa wa wa waa~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)