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Back at the main venue, Marie-Henri Berla hurriedly squeezed out of the athletes rest area. At this time, Bou Saiang was watching eagerly.

"Hey, brother, I remember that our two sizes are about the same size. You wear my clothes and you wear my leather shoes. By the way, my athlete’s foot was stained by the way-I bought a set according to my size. , You go and change it.” Mari-Henri Verla said as he passed the bag of clothes.

"Okay, thank you so much," Bou Saiang said. "As soon as you say it, I think my feet are itching again... Damn, there is no changing room here."

"Ah, my friend, don’t worry about it. The people crowded here are all men. If you can show anything we don’t know, then you don’t have to compete anymore. We will send you directly to the laboratory of the Academy of Sciences. Go slice." Mari-Henri Bellrahaha laughed.

Bou Saiang looked around, then began to take off his pants.

Bou Saiang changed into this suit of sportswear, moved around for a while, and then said: "It seems to be a lot lighter. No wonder the Greeks... well, how much is this stuff?"

"One hundred and one is francs. You said there are only a few pieces of cloth, so they dare to ask for so much. Why don't you say they just rob?"

"Normal. The clothes of'Chris' are surprisingly expensive. But believe it or not, if the clothes of'Chris' are not so expensive, no one will buy them. Many people buy this clothes, but they don't care about the clothes. These clothes can represent something." Bou Saiang said, "For example, the clothes of the'Chris' series are always a little weird in style, but some people just like this tone."

"They don't like this tune. They like to wear this dress. They can tell the poor that you are a pauper. They can also tell the stodgy rich that you are an old-fashioned person who is behind the times." Mari-Henry Berla replied.

"Perhaps." Bao Saiang said, "but you just talked about robbery. Well, I want to say, buying this kind of clothes is more efficient than robbery. You think, if you want to robbery, you need to find the target first. To judge whether he has money at this time, and whether it is worth robbing. Also to judge whether his bulging pocket is loaded with a purse or a pistol, to rob him will be counter-killed. Also risk being caught by the police. The risk of living, and then, for example, if you rob me, you will only get thirty francs.

But if you look at them, you don't have to be so troublesome at all. They sit in the store, and you will send it to the door yourself, open your wallet, and pass all the money to them. If they are dissatisfied, you will even ask your family and friends to lend them money-have you ever seen a robbed person who asks family and friends to lend money to a robber? So I look down on the robbers the most, they have no technical content..."

At this time, the outside horn sounded again, and a group of athletes were going for the second round of sprinting.

"Hey, buddy, it's my turn soon. I'm going to prepare. Well, go back to the stands too!" Bou Saiang said.

"Okay, come on! I wish you continue to advance!" Mari-Henri Verla said.

Returning to his seat, just after sitting down, Mari-Henri Verla heard the girl's shout again: "God, how come they are all dressed like this!"

Mari-Henri Bella quickly raised his binoculars and looked over the sports field, and saw that almost all the athletes had turned into tank top shorts. I took a closer look and found out that these vests actually have buttons, and these shorts—heard, these “sportswear” are directly made with scissors, and should not be temporarily processed with a knife. Because no one will bring scissors when going to the game. As for the knife, it is easy to find. For example, the policeman who maintains order must have a knife.

The shorts simply cut the trousers short. Some guys have different lengths on both sides because of the bad technique. As for the vests, the same is true. If you look carefully, you can see that the sleeves of those vests are also directly cut off with scissors or even directly with a knife.

In addition to the change in dress, another change was that many people began to imitate the starting posture of the reporter from The Sun. Nearly half of the people adopted a semi-squatting starting position. It's just that many people encourage imitation after seeing it once, and the posture is not right, which looks a bit nondescript.

However, it turns out that even such a bad imitation is still very useful. As soon as the starting gun rang, the people who rushed in front were indeed those who had cut off their sleeves and trousers, and adopted the starting posture with their buttocks up-although there was also a person who fell over at the start because of his poor grasp of the movements. The fool who took the same measures fell to the end. But the top two in this group are all people who are good at learning.

Obviously the performance of each group will have a direct impact on the players in the next group. So by the time the next group of contestants stood in front of the starting line, there was no longer a vest and shorts. And when it came to the lower group, that is, Bo Saiang's group, when preparing for the start, no one did not pose with their buttocks. And the speed of the entire group has increased significantly. But even so, Bou Saiang still won the group first, although Mari-Henry Bell still feels that he should still not be as fast as the Sun reporter.

Mari-Henry Bell was about to go down to celebrate with his classmates, but saw that the next group of players had already stood on the track, and there was a buzzing sound in the audience.

"What's the matter?" Mari-Henry Bell hurriedly looked over there. I immediately discovered that the situation in this group was indeed different. In this group, there were two reporters!

One is a reporter from the Sun newspaper that Mari-Henry Bell has met before, and the other is a reporter with the words "Science Pravda" printed on his chest.

"The strong and strong have met! This time it looks good." Mari-Henry Bell couldn't help but celebrate another victory of his friend. Quickly watched the game attentively.

"Hey, brother, who do you think will win? The "Science Pravda" or the "Sun"?" A young man sitting next to him was probably also excited, patted Marie-Henry Bell on the shoulder and gave him Say so.

"I think'The Sun'." Marie-Henri Bell said, "I heard people say that the guys from the'Science Pravda' don't actually need to run outside. The news will run to them first. And the'Sun Report, "That's really going to run outside."

"I don't know, but there is such a saying... Ah, it's about to start!"

The athletes all started to make the starting movement, and eight buttocks were raised up high. With the firing of the starting gun, all eight people rushed out, and it turned out that the two reporters were significantly faster, and the one from the "Sun" was significantly faster than the one from the "Science Pravda". When he finally crossed the line, he threw the reporter from the "Science Pravda" at least two meters away.

"Sure enough, there is no one in the world who can run faster than the reporter of the'Sun'!" the guy next to him shouted.

This is the end of Bou Saion's day. There will be some group games later, but Mali-Henri Bell has no plans to watch it anymore. He is going to see the arena of the upcoming equestrian obstacle course. If he can afford the money, he can even ride his own horse and run a lap now on the track. However, Mari-Henry Bell does not have the money, and even if he has the money, he is reluctant to spend it on this one. The cost of renting the track is even more robbed than the "Chris" store.

However, as a registered player, he still has a free privilege. That is, with the proof of participation, he can enter the field to inspect the track. Of course, this investigation is also limited. He could not enter the track, he could only observe the track facilities on the staff walkway outside the track.

Marie-Henry Bell came to the entrance of the equestrian track and took out the entry card from the cavalry backpack he carried. A guard carefully read the entry card over and over again, and then returned it to him, indicating that he could enter.

"There are players on the track now practicing to adapt to the venue. Please do not speak loudly or shout, and do not make violent movements when you are inspecting the venue."

Mari-Henry Bell nodded, expressing his complete understanding. As a veteran cavalry soldier, he knew that horses are actually quite timid and sensitive animals, easily frightened. After a series of training, the horse is a little better in this respect, but horse racing is another matter.

Thinking about the price of renting a track to run a lap, Mari-Henry Bell couldn't help but think of the description of the relationship between private property and inequality in The Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality. So I couldn't help sighing in my heart: "Sure enough, the creation of private property is the root of inequality."

A staff member led Marie-Henri Bell into it. He took Mari-Henri Bell onto the staff aisle, where other contestants were also checking the venue.

The staff walkway is a road used by the staff next to the race track. In terms of width, it is not too narrow for the race track~lightnovelpub.net~ can accommodate a horse to run. Mari-Henri Bell, led by the staff member, walked along this road.

Every time an obstacle is reached, the staff member will report the height of the obstacle and other data such as how far it is from the previous obstacle, and Mari-Henri Bell also uses a pencil to fine-tune these numbers. Record it in a notebook.

The road then turned sharply, and a very tall obstacle appeared in front of them.

"Fortunately, I saw it beforehand. Otherwise, there is really some trouble here. Such a turn will definitely slow down the horse's speed significantly, and then turn around without much time to accelerate. A high obstacle, it’s a bit difficult for the'little clever ghost' to jump from here. Maybe I should wear tank top and shorts, and I can’t eat too much, and don’t drink water before the game..."

Thinking of this, Mari-Henry Bell suddenly heard a rush of horseshoes.

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