"I'm pressing 1,000 yuan." Guan Yufei took out the bank card directly, "Are you gambled?"

  The boys on the school team immediately laughed.

   "How can you not bet?"

   "Gamble, of course! It's silly if you have money!"

   "Dude, you can think clearly, but Long Ge's performance has reached the level of a national first-class athlete!"

   "Haha, buddy, since you want to send us money, we will accept it unceremoniously!"

   "I'll press 1000, and bet that guy jumps farther than him." Guan Yufei put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked very similar to Shu Cheng.

  The shrewd boys in the school team looked at Guan Yufei with a confident look, and then turned to look at the teenager.

  It was only then that the boy’s eyes were calm and waveless, but the corners of his lips were filled with a faint smile.

  They just remembered that from the beginning to the present, there has never been any shocked look in the boy's eyes.

  A few boys exchanged their eyes, is there any fraud in this? !

  Two of them put back the hand they wanted to make a bet. It's better not to bet. If they lose, they will have to eat instant noodles again this month.

  Among the few people who have already been pressed, they secretly regret, but they didn't notice Shu Cheng's expression just now, and at the same time, they were lucky enough to think, what if they were right?

  Others did not think too much, and continued to inject.

  "Are you ready?" The referee roared.

  Shu Cheng smiled, nodded, ready to run, take a jump and step on the first sign point, the start of the march.

  The school team looked at each other.

   "Hehe... this action... pretty standard..."

  "I'm afraid you have practiced it, right?"

"Although this kind of run-up is more natural and the action is more relaxed, but because it is dynamic, the position and speed of each step on the mark are not easy to control, and higher requirements are placed on accurate pedals. Do you think he can perfectly control the step on the mark. Position and speed?"

   "Yes, it's not in control, no matter how standard it is, it's no use waiting for me to run!"

  Guan Yufei pursed his lips, staring at the few short messages on the phone, and didn't know what to say.

  ... Thoughts drifted before...

  Guan Yufei heard the prompt tone of the mobile phone text message and took out the mobile phone.

  【Guan Yufei, this is Shu Cheng. —Shu Cheng】

  Guan Yufei looked at the teenager at the competition venue, the teenager smiled, took out his mobile phone and shook it.

  Guan Yufei low hair text message—

  【How did you know my number. —Guan Yufei】

  【Don't worry about how you know it, isn't the varsity team over there making a bet? Help me squeeze 1000 and bet that I will jump farther than Lu Wenlong. —Shu Cheng】

  【Why should I help you? —Guan Yufei】

  【After everything is done, the money you make will be seven and three. —Shu Cheng】

  【What if you lose? —Guan Yufei】

  【I will not lose. —Shu Cheng】

  ...

  "Shu Cheng...8...8.95 meters!" The referee's voice trembled slightly, "Same world record!"

The people on the    school team were also shocked. Eight meters is equivalent to the level of an international master, eight meters and 95? World record?

  Achievements that they can't even think of!

   "Did I hear him wrong? How many meters did the referee say?"

   "Eight...eight meters, ninety five..."

   "Am I dreaming?!"

"This is not true, is it?!"

   "I must be dreaming!"

  The girls in the audience were so shocked that they couldn’t speak. They thought that the male **** would dominate and beat the school team people in the face, but... the same world record? !

  Is this a dream? !