The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

"Bang each place!"

The sound of the starting gun can only be heard clearly by the professional team in front. They, the athletes who are in charge of the front runner, have shown their true ability from the very beginning.

Because in the first half of the schedule, especially during the start, because amateur players are unprofessional, it is easy to cause problems for professional players like them.

For example, the physical distribution of professional athletes was planned for a distance of more than 40 miles.

But the amateur players don't care, they just want to be happy.

Those with extraordinary talents ran desperately from the beginning, ran desperately, hula la, surrounded professional athletes.

I took the rhythm directly to Mount Everest, and waited until these amateur players, alas, I'm tired, don't care, don't run anymore, and then disperse again.

This hapless person caught in the crowd has already been thrown a block away by the clever professional athletes in front of him who have accelerated their distance from the beginning.

At this time, your physical strength has also been affected, and your mentality has become impetuous. There is no way to compare with other people who have been united in the beginning. Therefore, the only way to meet this hapless person is to lose. NS.

Because of this reason, the number of professional players who retire halfway through the game is simply too many. Those who are good-looking will leave this field of hopelessness early due to physical discomfort and many other reasons.

Encountered this kind of situation, the athlete who was flanked can only consider himself unlucky.

Therefore, Gu Zheng, who set off with the black brothers in front, stared desperately at the Ethiopian phalanx from the beginning, adjusting his rhythm.

The opponent's person was really thin, and the reed stick had long legs, like a turkey on the shoal. When he started, he would run away without a trace after a while.

At this stage, Gu Zheng didn't dare to relax at all. He was afraid of the moment of effort. If he was thrown too hard in the first half, no matter how strong his patience was, he wouldn't be able to chase him in the second half.

But just when Gu Zheng exerted such force, someone who didn't know the face appeared beside him.

"Gu Zheng! Look here! I'm Xiao Cong!"

"Ahhhh, Gu idol, I specially applied to the people in the station, and come to the sports station to broadcast the game, Gu Zheng, come on!"

Where did the flies come from...

Gu Zheng perfectly maintained the good habit of not hearing things outside the window. He waved his hand to stop Xiao Cong on the side of the road, and continued to run forward without looking back.

But Gu Zheng's action was too fast, which directly caused reporter Cong to misunderstand.

"It's great, Lao Gao, you take care of your idol and tell us to keep up, just wait for his good news."

"Then we can't persuade us. We have to know about our Capital TV broadcast this time, but we have to fight with CCTV to grab ratings."

"Although the other party is broadcasting nationwide, we must not lose in the battle for ratings of this three-acre land in the capital city."

"And it must be Gu Zheng that allows us to win the final victory."

"The second idiots of CCTV are now giving the shots to the old black in the front and the enthusiastic citizens in the rear."

"And this is our good opportunity. We want to win with a surprise weapon, and this strange word will be reflected in Gu Zheng's body."

As a cameraman, it was natural that the reporters at the scene set the guidelines for the interview. Old Gao had no objection, and their group ignored them and started to follow Gu Zheng alone.

"Dear viewers, it is 8:15 Beijing time. You can see that my location is the only way to the Capital International Marathon broadcast for you, from ** Square to Chang'an Avenue to the west. Along the line."

"Along this line that the citizens of the capital are very familiar with, the players in this competition have already moved."

"And I am the special reporter for this competition, Xiao Cong, who will lead everyone to experience a marathon that is different from the past."

"Please follow my camera to look forward. That's right, that is the phalanx of Chinese professional athletes in this competition."

"In it, we can see, are these young faces familiar?"

"By the way, as a loyal audience of the capital's six sports channels, you will definitely have an impression."

"Because this is the combination of the champion, runner-up and runner-up of the community marathon that we broadcast last time."

"Do you think fate is so amazing? Then let us look forward to what surprises these three long-distance runners from the capital city can bring us."

At this point in time, although it is not a working day on weekdays, people who are at home on vacation, except for the elderly who are used to getting up early, no one will wake up so early to watch a boring marathon.

But even this group of elderly people can freely choose to broadcast the two stations of the game at the same time.

Compared to CCTV's scenes of foreign professional players who they don't know at all, they would rather look at the yellow-skinned and dark-eyed Chinese guys.

Therefore, most people leave the remote control in their hands on the Capital Sports Channel, and in the rest of the time, it is time to water the flowers and feed the fish to the fish.

But because of this, they missed the end of a very exciting half-marathon.

At this time, Wu Yong had already reached the forefront of the men’s first phalanx. He didn’t care about maintaining his strength. Anyway, he ran half the distance, blindly watching the key line is about to come, no matter what strategy and tactics are needed. .

The rest is just one word, rush.

As a result, among a group of dark-skinned leaders, there appeared a young man with an immature face.

He was grinning, his face flushed, and the sweat was like a waterfall flowing down his face.

The reporters Cong who were following me were all distressed.

Why is this child fighting so hard? You look after Gu Zheng and the three of them, still hanging leisurely in the second half of the square, watching a poor child rush forward by himself.

Is this appropriate?

Of course it was appropriate. This was the first time that Gu Zheng had negotiated with Wu Yong's sprinting power in the middle section.

And in this period of time when the first limit of the human body is about to reach, the sudden acceleration of speed will break the body rhythm of many people, allowing them to spend the first limit of time, which will be extended indefinitely.

This is of vital importance to the performance of Gu Zheng and his colleagues.

Sure enough, Wu Yong's immersed head and dash actually broke through the enclosure of the Ethiopian phalanx and ran straight to the forefront of the first phalanx.

After leading the opponent to run a full 800-meter course, Wu Yongcai headed towards the finish line of the half marathon prepared by the organizing committee.

When he crossed the finish line, he smiled triumphantly at the three teammates who ran past him.

The first place in the men's half marathon, this young teenager, handed in an excellent answer sheet.

And he just stood on both sides of the road with his teeth, waiting for the players from other countries behind him, looking at him with a constipated expression at this time, Wu Yong still did not forget to move towards this group of people, with His jaw repeatedly provoked.

"Haha, this young man is so interesting."

"This is definitely a weird thing among young and old national athletes."

"Such a wanton young man is really unpleasant."

At this time, because Wu Yong crossed the finish line just now, Cong reporters, who had been broadcasting the live game of Gu Zheng and this group throughout the entire process, naturally switched the camera to the opponent.

And in front of the TV camera, loudly applauding the young man's application behavior.

Because the call was too loud, the old men turned their attention to the TV.

"Oh, this is the Chinese guy who won the championship? What does it mean to be a half-time champion? No matter what, it's a champion anyway, right."

There are Chinese people participating in and winning the championship, even if it is boring, this group of grandparents are willing to watch it.

So when they sat in front of the TV with a teacup, fruit bowl, etc. ~www.readwn.com~, they found the man who has been appearing in this lens, how could they be so familiar.

"It's Xiaochengguan!"

"Heroic city management for fighting gangsters."

Suddenly, Gu Zheng was recognized by this group of idlers. Since there are acquaintances in the camera, this is much more interesting.

Wait until the elders continue to look down and drink! It's incredible.

The war between the Chinese and the African chiefs finally started.

At this point, the entire event has entered the second half.

Less than a tenth of the distance, nearly two hours have passed since the game.

Everyone has entered the most difficult period, and the high temperature in Beijing has also given this group of people a good lesson in what is called nature's cruelty.

At about ten o'clock in the capital, the air pressure was too low to breathe, and the surface temperature was slowly steaming, enough to fry an egg.

The high temperature of 35 degrees Celsius finally followed.

For Gu Zheng, who has long been accustomed to the high temperatures in Beijing, what is the difference between high temperature and severe cold for the frontline personnel of urban management work.

But those players from countries that are inherently cool are simply unable to hold them.

The pace of each one slowed down unconsciously, and many people had already reacted to mild heatstroke.

They dared not make jokes about their bodies, so they slowed down very consciously, and rushed into the sprinklers prepared nearby to cool down more times, or to the water intake point, so that they could be short-lived and have an intermittent Stagnant.

Such a subtle difference suddenly opened up the distance between Gu Zheng and them.

In the second half of the process, Wang Lei and Lian Ping, behind him, had already been separated by a distance of more than a kilometer because of the physical disparity, and the rest was his own war.