The horse racing girl who became a close friend

And every runner who passes the 30-kilometer supply station will have a stern look on his face.

"One salt pill, 300 ml of energy drink, and half a banana."

"A bag of energy gel, a salt pill..."

"Don't you want it? For your health, I still recommend that you take a salt pill."

At this supply station, all contestants will supply strictly according to their own supply arrangements, and very few contestants will choose snacks as supplies.

[I always felt that the atmosphere at the 30-kilometer supply station was particularly serious. 】

[Probably about to hit the wall? 】

[Where is the wall?It’s broad daylight, don’t tell any ghost stories...]

Liuli was trotting along with the first phalanx. While live broadcasting, she was still observing the players on the field.

In the last ten kilometers of the race, the role of the racehorse volunteers has changed from carrying supplies to accompanying the runners throughout the race and observing the status of the runners in case something unexpected happens to them.

Liuli glanced at the barrage and explained: "When the vast majority of runners reach about 30 kilometers, they will find themselves unable to run, their bodies will not obey their orders, etc... This kind of situation is usually It would be called 'hitting the wall'."

"And no matter your age, occupation, or gender, as long as you reach this distance, you will hit a wall."

"If we explain it in a simpler way, that is... more than 30 kilometers is the limit state of most human beings."

After thirty kilometers, it is the challenge for all contestants to break through their own limits:

Liuli raised her phone and focused the camera on the contestants not far away.

Being able to run [-] kilometers in two hours is enough to illustrate the excellent physical fitness of these contestants.

But at this time, even a layman can tell that these contestants have entered a very depressed and sluggish state of sports.

Some eyes were dull, some were gnashing their teeth, and some runners had even started talking nonsense, complaining about why they had to run a marathon and suffer this.

Every step I take feels very hard, my physical strength has long been exhausted, my heart is constantly struggling, and my willpower is fading crazily.

There are heroic words in the first part, laughter in the middle part, and nonsense in the last part.

This is exactly the portrayal of the players' game state.

Even the live broadcast room audience, who have always been fun-loving people, were shocked by the state of the players:

[It turns out that this feeling is like hitting a wall... Every time I run 800 meters, I hit the wall. 】

[Is it necessary to work so hard?Six hours of competition time, the body is still important. 】

[Every marathon is a breakthrough of one's own limits...I always feel that they are on the verge of sudden death...]

[If it were me, I would just start eating at the 30-kilometer aid station. There are still four hours left, and I’ve already climbed. 】

……

Yanghui was chewing the beef jerky vigorously. Whether it was because he was too tired or because he chewed for too long, Yanghui felt that the beef jerky in his mouth was tasteless and even slightly bitter.

A road sign passed by, and Yang Hui, who was in a daze, couldn't quite remember whether the road sign was 32 kilometers or 33 kilometers.

Yanghui knew that he had also hit a wall, and he also knew that he had to overcome it.

But the period of hitting the wall is not an exaggeration... Yanghui felt as if his feet were filled with lead. Every step he took was like pushing a thick wall forward, and his mind was clearly thinking. He was working hard, but his legs were not working.

At the same time, various thoughts of persuading him to quit inevitably emerged in Yang Hui's mind:

Now I can finish the game even if I walk step by step. As long as I finish the game, I can get holidays and extra points. Why bother to work so hard... I might as well finish the game with a brisk walk.

Under the same situation, people's status will be roughly the same.

Ichiro Nagoshi's voice came from behind at the right time: "I'm so stupid, really, I won't sign up for the next marathon... Now I would rather study... Anyway, we will definitely finish the race, just take two steps and forget it." ?”

It seems that Ichiro Nagoshi has also entered the wall-hitting stage. The biggest symptom of the wall-hitting stage is to find excuses for giving up in various ways.

Yang Hui's eyes flashed, and he nodded immediately: "I think what you said makes sense..."

"Then stop and take it slow." Nagoshi Ichiro was breathing heavily and sounded like he was about to die.

"Okay! I can't stand it anymore!"

"Then let's stop and take a walk together so we can take care of you."

After ten seconds...

Yang Hui gestured his middle finger to Ichiro Nagoshi behind him, "Why don't you stop? Are you playing me?"

"You didn't stop either..." Nagoshi Ichiro responded with a contemptuous gesture.

Yang Hui took another step hard and felt that all the muscles in his body were trembling: "I'm here now, I think I can hold on a little longer..."

"Then the same goes for me..."

Not all contestants chose to continue gritting their teeth like Yang Hui and Nagoshi Ichiro. At this time, many players in the front line had already reduced their running speed, or even chose to give up running and switch to walking.

Facing the wall-hitting period, there are only two choices, either to use the ferocity and perseverance to break your head and bleed, or to stop in front of this wall.

Just running step by step, Yang Hui actually gritted his teeth and ran past several road signs. When he came to his senses, he had actually arrived at the 35-kilometer supply point. This was the end of the entire marathon. A supply point.

There was a buzz of people outside the track, and more and more spectators were cheering and applauding the players who persisted. Even the staff waiting at the supply point had expressions of admiration on their faces.

Any athlete who can reach thirty kilometers at this point in time is a hero.

"Give me another salt pill..."

Yanghui took the energy drink handed to him by the staff. Although there was a sour and hard taste in his mouth, Yanghui still forced himself to drink it, and then continued to run while resisting the urge to vomit.

"Here, salt pill... take it." Liuli's crisp voice made Yanghui feel a little more energetic.

Liuli handed the salt pill she held in her hand to Yang Hui, and at the same time comforted her: "You are already very good at running here, don't be so nervous, just follow your own style."

Yang Hui took the salt pill handed to him by Liuli and grinned: "I'm not nervous. I will definitely be able to finish the race anyway, but why are you so nervous? It's not like you are running..."

Liuli's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly: "Huh? Why am I nervous?"

Yanghui didn't have the time or energy to continue practicing with Liuli, so he just stuffed the salt pill into his mouth.

The taste of this last salt pill is very unique: wet and sticky, like expired mothballs that have become damp...but exudes the unique elegant fragrance of Liuli.

This is one of the reasons why Yanghui can judge that Liuli is nervous:

Liuli herself didn't realize that her palms were already covered in nervous sweat, and the sweat from Liuli's palms directly soaked the salt pills...

The salt pills stained with Liuli's sweat are saltier than usual. Although it is strange to say this, as the salt pills slowly dissolve in the mouth, the taste of Liuli also spreads in the mouth. Come on, it feels like you are holding Liuli's little hand directly in your mouth.

Fragrant, salty, sweet.

It was just a random thought, but the effect was more effective than any stimulants or mints. Yanghui immediately became excited, even a little over-excited...

In order to prevent myself from further thinking and leading to social death.

Yang Hui then started to observe his surroundings.

After more than 30 kilometers of rough waves, those who can reach this point despite hitting the wall will never give up again.

In the last leg of the race, neither Treson's staff nor the other contestants cared about running posture or method. No matter whether they were crawling or rolling, they could move forward as much as they could. .

Minister Daisuke, who was in front of Yanghui, simply gave up the supplies at the last stop and ran forward arrogantly. He seemed to have entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

And Ichiro Nagoshi, who was located diagonally behind Yanghui, was biting a small tomato, with bright red juice splashing everywhere. He looked like he had run away and vomited blood. The medical staff were so frightened that they thought it was business and rushed up with a stretcher. No matter what, Both players and officials were very nervous.

When the marathon passed the 38-kilometer mark, Yang Hui felt that he was alive again. The heavy and painful feeling of hitting the wall had dissipated unconsciously, and his body was under control again.

"My body feels so light. I have never had such an experience before. There is nothing to be afraid of anymore..."

I finally broke through this wall!

……

The sight of Yang Hui and others running with all their strength was also captured in the live broadcast room by Liuli. After thirty kilometers, the number of viewers in Liuli's live broadcast room began to increase from a small amount. At this time, about 2000 viewers had gathered in the live broadcast room. Watch.

As the saying goes, action is the best proof.

Although the male compatriots in the live broadcast room are full of envy, jealousy and hatred for Yanghui, they are eager to replace him.

But Yang Hui's perseverance and the way he twisted his head while running were naturally noticed by the audience, so the audience in the live broadcast room did not hesitate to praise him...

[I actually enjoyed watching men running for more than an hour in the beautiful girl’s live broadcast room... Could it be that I am bent? 】

[I am really convinced. I ran almost 40 kilometers in three hours. The trainer is indeed persistent and brave... As a man, I almost pee. 】

[It is said that men who stick to their goals are the most handsome. Looking at it this way, it is indeed true.I decided to run a marathon next time, but I didn’t know if I would be noticed by beautiful women. 】

[He's so handsome. Didn't you see the uncles at the back running like wild boars? 】

Some fans even directly sent large rewards to Yanghui.

[Essential message, 10000 yen: This is the first time I reward a man... Come on, trainer!After the game, go to a custom shop to relax! 】

Why did you still pay Yanghui to go to the custom shop?

Liuli Liu's eyebrows were raised, and she immediately banned the fan for an hour, and explained: "Although I am very grateful to this fan for the gift, our live broadcast room is a civilized live broadcast room and cannot promote such vulgar things. oh."

As a result, the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded. Although there were only two thousand people in the live broadcast room, the amount of barrage directly flooded the entire live broadcast window.

[Just here, is the anchor’s live broadcast room just for selling products and selling jealousy?I can smell it through the screen. 】

[I’m anxious, who’s anxious, I’m anxious! 】

[The reward from the boss is worth it... 10000 yen to fire an armor-piercing bullet...]

[The anchor knows so much at the age of 16?The textbooks will definitely not teach these contents. I suggest that the trainers be strictly checked]

[Trainer, why should you relax after a day of running?Then play music!Dance on! 】

"You must have some misunderstanding..."

But no matter what Liuli explained next, the audience in the live broadcast room had an attitude of not listening or believing.

……

When the marathon reached [-] kilometers, Yang Hui felt that his legs were no longer his. With every breath, he felt soreness all over his body.

Only when looking at the tall and gorgeous finish line in the distance can Yang Hui feel ripples of excitement in his heart.

Only the last two kilometers are left!

It’s time to bring this hellish marathon to an end!

There were continuous cheers and cheers from both sides of the track. The racing girls who were originally only prepared to cheer for their trainers spontaneously chose to cheer for all the contestants.

All players who can persevere are winners!

Yanghui turned around and glanced at Nagoshi Ichiro. Coincidentally, Nagoshi Ichiro was also staring at Yanghui's back at this time.

Both sides can read the strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

In the final stages of a marathon, they don’t just want to finish!I want to win more and be beautiful, I want to win over the opponent!

Something called the desire to win emerged from the hearts of both parties, constantly giving them the passion and desire to sprint again...

"Loser! Please eat!"

Nagoshi Ichiro suddenly shouted loudly, then lowered his body and took a new step.

In the last two kilometers, Nagoshi Ichiro actually started to accelerate at an insignificant rate.

“Wait for the lobster!”

Not to be outdone, Yang Hui clenched his fists tightly, suppressed any discomfort in his body with perseverance, and ran forward with all his strength.

accelerate!

charge!

The two young trainers started their sprint again.

Minister Daisuke, who was running at the forefront, listened to the dragging and heavy footsteps behind him, and smiled helplessly and gratifiedly.

"Hey, these young people can't afford to give them even a little face... In China, isn't it a workplace etiquette to let leaders run ahead?"

Chapter 149 AA is still divided evenly

"Yanghui, please order today's meal!"

"Ichiro Nagoshi, please order today's meal!"

Yang Hui and Nagoshi Ichiro went hand in hand and roared across the finish line at the same time.

"Ding!"