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Just at the start, the Sun reporter surpassed everyone by a large margin, and in the subsequent run, the Sun reporter further expanded his advantage over others. It rushed through the finish line like a gust of wind and threw the second-placed Bou Saiang down more than ten meters.

What's more beneficial is that after this guy finished running, he was obviously relaxed. As he trot, he waved at the others. Bou Saiang, who ran in second place, was almost out of breath.

However, even though he was dropped more than ten meters by a reporter from the Sun, Bou Saiang ran second in the group and successfully entered the second round.

There were some preliminaries for the group at the meeting, but Mari-Henry Bell didn't want to continue watching. He had to hurry down and celebrate with friends. So he went down the stairs to the first floor, and passed towards the athletes rest area.

The rest area for the athletes was already crowded with a lot of people, and all kinds of shouts rang out. Mari-Henry Bell took a lot of effort to squeeze inside, until it reached the iron fence separating the rest area of ​​the athletes from the audience area.

In the process, a policeman shouted to him: "Hey, you, young man, don't crowd around."

"My friend is promoted, and I want to congratulate him!" Mari-Henry Bell replied, continuing to squeeze in. Generally speaking, the policemen are relatively tolerant of decent people who can buy tickets. If you are a foreign worker at a train station and squeeze hard after the police warns you like this, the police will probably rush directly , A truncheon hit his head, then dragged him out, pressed it to the ground, and then pressed his knee **** this guy's neck, pressing him to call his mother.

But here, obviously it won't be the case, because people who can afford tickets and come here to watch the game are all decent people. The reason why France has a policeman, isn't it just to serve these decent people?

The policeman really just smiled, but did not take any compulsory action, did not pull out the baton, and did not pull out Mari-Henry Bell to the ground and put it on his knees. Relying on the strong physique trained as a soldier, he finally squeezed in.

"Hey, Bossaion! Bossaion!" Mari-Henri Verla yelled inside, lying on the iron fence. Although in fact he has not seen his friend there at all now.

"Mali!" It was Bou Saiang who first saw Mari-Henri Verla dancing beside the railing, and walked over as he responded.

"Ha, Jacques, great! Congratulations on your promotion!" Marie-Henri Verla yelled to Bou Saiang happily.

"It's nothing, it's just good luck." Bao Saiang looked unhappy. "It's just good luck. There is only one reporter in our team. Otherwise, as you can see, the gap between us and the reporter is too big. ."

"What's the matter?" Mari-Henri Berla encouraged him. "Jacques, you can't use your hobby to challenge others' professionalism in eating. And, to be honest, I think there is a gap between you and that reporter. In fact, it is not as big as you think. Have you noticed his unique starting method? When I came down, I thought about it carefully and found that this starting method is too reasonable, too convenient to exert force, too It's suitable for the start. So just for the start, he suddenly surpassed you a lot."

"He also runs a lot faster than me on the way, and he doesn't work too hard."

"Jacques, it's because his load is much smaller than yours." Mari-Henri Verla continued to cheer him up, "You know, even a little bit of burden can slow you down obviously in high-speed running. Speed. Well, you may have heard that General Augereau once captured an entire battalion of rebels with a whip. Do you know where all his other weapons have gone?"

"In order to chase the enemy, they were thrown away, you told me." Bou Saiang replied.

"Ah, imagine that compared to a war horse, a cloak, a saber, and a pistol, it is a little heavier, but throwing these things away can even make the horse run faster, let alone trousers or something. Not only did they add weight, they dragged their feet. So, look at those ancient heroes who even didn't wear anything when participating in the Olympics."

"Damn, what you said may make sense. For the next game, I have to change my clothes and pants, but where can I buy such clothes?"

"I heard people say that there are such clothes in the'Chris Men's Store' called sportswear, but this kind of clothes is really too... plus the clothes of'Chris' are surprisingly expensive, and no one buys Yes." A person next to him interrupted.

"Hey, brother." Bou Saiang patted Marie-Henri Verla's hand and said, "Can you do me a favor? There will be a train back to Paris soon. There is a'Chris Men's' shop opposite the train station. Brother, please help me run, buy me a set of clothes, um, and shoes called running shoes-I just saw it, there are nails under his shoes. Well, wait for me , I'll get the money."

After saying this, Bou Saiang turned and left. After a while, he came back with a big wallet, took out a handful of banknotes from it and handed it to Marie-Henri Bellra; "Brother, I have thirty francs here, I don’t know if it’s enough—'Chris' His clothes have always been surprisingly expensive. If it is not enough, you can pad a little for me. I'll return it to you when I look back."

"Okay!" Mari-Henri Berla replied, he knew that his classmate had money at home.

Mari-Henri Bella took the money, put it in his vest pocket, and squeezed it out from the crowd, then ran out of the stadium and ran towards the train station. He hurriedly bought the ticket, and as soon as he got on the train, the train started.

The main venue is not far from the city of Paris, so it didn't take long for Mari-Henri Verla to return to the city center. Opposite the railway station is the specialty store of "Chris Men" and "Chrissy Women", and just next to it is the Beauvais Bank.

Mari-Henri Bell pulled into the store, UU reading www. uukanshu.com explained his intentions to a sweet-smiling young lady selling goods, so she found a complete set of sprint clothing including running shoes with her help.

"How much is this set of things?" Mari-Henri Berla asked.

"Ah, it's one hundred and ten francs in total," the young lady who smiled sweetly replied.

"Why don't you rob! This is just a few pieces of cloth?" Mari-Henri Berla almost jumped up.

However, he would not say such a thought. He suddenly understood why there is a Bouwan Bank next to the "Chris" store...

Mari-Henri Verla bought something and went into the train station again. Just when he was about to get on the car, he saw someone leading a tall and beautiful English thoroughbred horse into the last special carriage.

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