Chapter 1632： Teacher Ou, you stay away 1 point
"Haha! Teacher Ou, it seems that this time you are the referee of this man's shot put, it is not a coincidence that you want to come!
Lin Feng sneered when he heard the threatening words from Ou Yong.
"What are you talking about? I was originally a freshman instructor. The referee in charge of the shot put competition is normal. Although I am not a professional sports school graduate, I am very familiar with the rules and standard moves of the shot put. . Don’t try to get through with me."
Ou Yong felt that he had grasped Lin Feng’s weakness, so he went around and said with a smile, "Lin Feng, even if you come back late, you have to make up the registration. It seems that you value the top score in this sports meeting. Ah! But if you can't get the place in the shot put, you should definitely not get the first place, right?"
"Walking around! Teacher Ou, what can you say directly?" Lin Feng annoyed.
"Yo! Then I'll be straightforward. If you want to win this shot put competition, it's not right... It should be said that if you want your results in this shot put match to pass, then leave me a little bit away from Teacher Wang. ,do you know?"
Ou Yong remembered how Lin Feng had been when he came out of Wang Yajun's dormitory a few times ago, and his jealousy became very annoyed.
"So it's such a thing! Teacher Ou, are you too affectionate? Will Teacher Wang be interesting to you? Are you jealous like this? What qualifications do you have to be jealous!" Lin Feng laughed.
"Whether I am qualified to be jealous is up to you. But, Lin Feng, I warn you. I don't care what background you have behind you. Anyway, I am a teacher at Qingbei University. Since you want to study hard at Qingbei University If you do, don’t mess with me! Listen to me obediently and keep a distance from Teacher Wang, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, how about it?" Lin Feng rushed.
"Otherwise, you will suffer, not just for this sports meeting. I am from the School of Computer Science. In the future, I will not let you have such an easy life in all your computer-related subjects." Ou Yong threatened.
"Mr. Ou, you are a teacher who is a good teacher, for your own benefit, you threaten students like this, do you think it is appropriate?" Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly.
"That's it. Anyway, that's the end of the story. Lin Feng, you choose yourself. If you want to count the results this time, if you want your class to win, please come and beg me! Haha..."
After speaking, Ou Yong felt that he had won a big victory and ran to record the players' results with a smile.
"Is this Ou Yong an idiot? You want to threaten me with this?"
Lin Feng really didn't meet people like Ou Yong, and there was a lack of nerves in his mind. Obviously it was self-wishful thinking, and he had to deal with Lin Feng as a rival in love. What's more sad is that he didn't recognize the gap between the two at all, playing insidious? Means of play? Compared with Lin Feng, he is almost as big as a Milky Way.
"Yao Bin from International Trade (1) class, it's you!"
The game is still going on. It is the turn of the favorite Yao Dafaang to play. As soon as he comes out, a warm call rang.
"Oh! It's Big Fat Yao, come on! Big Fat..."
"Strive for... a twenty meter! Big fat..."
"Needless to say, the first place is definitely from our International Trade (1) class..."
...
Men's shot put is a strong event in the International Trade (1) class. Yao Dafang's reputation is well-known among the entire freshman group. After all, he has participated in the National Youth Games and won the third place.
"Oh! International Trade (1) class really made Yao Dafaang participate. This time... the class leader estimates that he can only get second place. In this way, the gap between our total score and China World Trade (1) class is at least It's about two points apart."
Economics (2) On the side of the refueling team, Zhao Zhong hesitated and worried.
"Zhao Zhong, what dejection did your kid say! Just this big fat guy, Lin Feng will lose to him? What a joke!" Xiao Nishang smiled lightly.
"Big sister, don’t you know, that Yao Dafang’s shot throwing performance can be ranked in the country. It seems that the best result is 18 meters or 19 meters, I usually watch him when he trains. One throw is more than 15 meters. Look at the players in the previous competition, the most is only more than 14 meters... This is already considered very good among amateur players. However, for professional players, ten Five meters or more is considered a grade!"
Obviously, after Lin Feng decided to participate in the competition at noon, the deputy squad leader Zhao Zhong dutifully collected relevant information. But the more he understood the difficulty of this project, the less he had confidence in Lin Feng.
Because, on the surface, Lin Feng wanted to have no size, strength and lack of strength, skills but no skills, it is estimated that a thirteen or fourteen meters would be very good.
"Yao Big Fat! Come on, throw the king style of our International Trade (1) class!"
Seeing Yao Dafaang on the court, Fu Yangxu shouted with a smug expression on his face. In his opinion, even if Yao Dafag is playing abnormally, he can definitely win the championship.
Beep!
Ou Yong stood about 30 meters in front of the players and blew the whistle. Yao Dafang raised his arms very easily, and threw the shot with a single blow.
boom!
After the shot fell, Ou Yong ran forward, measured his results, and shouted with a smile: "17.8m, not bad! This is a professional-level result."
Just now everyone was accustomed to the scores of about 13 or 4 meters, none of them exceeded 15 meters As a result, Yao Dapang threw a score of nearly 18 meters, and suddenly the entire playground There was a burst of cheers.
"It's amazing! Did you see it just now? The heavy shot can fly so high and so far with a swish."
"Sure enough, shot put is still suitable for strong boys! Look at the previous players. The thinners can only throw more than twelve meters. Yao Dafang can throw nearly ten. Eight meters..."
"It's amazing. I just saw the men's shot put world record not long ago. It seems to be a player from the United States, who is just over 23 meters!"
"Is Lin Feng going to play in a while? Looking at Lin Feng's thin body, it is estimated that he does not have much strength. How far can he throw? I guess he doesn't even have fifteen meters?"
...
Just when everyone was amazed at Yao Dafang's first round results, Ou Yong, the referee who recorded the results, also walked back, smiled and scorned Lin Feng and said, "How? Lin Feng, did you see it? You? 'S opponents are very strong, this time...tsk tut...even if I don't embarrass you, I'm afraid you won't get the first place."
Ou Yong wanted to do this deliberately, taking advantage of Yao Dafang's achievements to blow Lin Feng's morale, and by the way forced Lin Feng to beg himself.
But after such ridicule, Ou Yong originally thought that Lin Feng would become angry or refute himself, but who thought Lin Feng suddenly smiled and cared about him: "Hey! Teacher Ou, I saw when you recorded your results, Just stand at a distance of about 30 meters in front of the players, so you are not afraid of being hit by the shot put? I would like to remind you kindly, it is better to stay away!"
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Lin Feng sneered when he heard the threatening words from Ou Yong.
"What are you talking about? I was originally a freshman instructor. The referee in charge of the shot put competition is normal. Although I am not a professional sports school graduate, I am very familiar with the rules and standard moves of the shot put. . Don’t try to get through with me."
Ou Yong felt that he had grasped Lin Feng’s weakness, so he went around and said with a smile, "Lin Feng, even if you come back late, you have to make up the registration. It seems that you value the top score in this sports meeting. Ah! But if you can't get the place in the shot put, you should definitely not get the first place, right?"
"Walking around! Teacher Ou, what can you say directly?" Lin Feng annoyed.
"Yo! Then I'll be straightforward. If you want to win this shot put competition, it's not right... It should be said that if you want your results in this shot put match to pass, then leave me a little bit away from Teacher Wang. ,do you know?"
Ou Yong remembered how Lin Feng had been when he came out of Wang Yajun's dormitory a few times ago, and his jealousy became very annoyed.
"So it's such a thing! Teacher Ou, are you too affectionate? Will Teacher Wang be interesting to you? Are you jealous like this? What qualifications do you have to be jealous!" Lin Feng laughed.
"Whether I am qualified to be jealous is up to you. But, Lin Feng, I warn you. I don't care what background you have behind you. Anyway, I am a teacher at Qingbei University. Since you want to study hard at Qingbei University If you do, don’t mess with me! Listen to me obediently and keep a distance from Teacher Wang, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, how about it?" Lin Feng rushed.
"Otherwise, you will suffer, not just for this sports meeting. I am from the School of Computer Science. In the future, I will not let you have such an easy life in all your computer-related subjects." Ou Yong threatened.
"Mr. Ou, you are a teacher who is a good teacher, for your own benefit, you threaten students like this, do you think it is appropriate?" Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly.
"That's it. Anyway, that's the end of the story. Lin Feng, you choose yourself. If you want to count the results this time, if you want your class to win, please come and beg me! Haha..."
After speaking, Ou Yong felt that he had won a big victory and ran to record the players' results with a smile.
"Is this Ou Yong an idiot? You want to threaten me with this?"
Lin Feng really didn't meet people like Ou Yong, and there was a lack of nerves in his mind. Obviously it was self-wishful thinking, and he had to deal with Lin Feng as a rival in love. What's more sad is that he didn't recognize the gap between the two at all, playing insidious? Means of play? Compared with Lin Feng, he is almost as big as a Milky Way.
"Yao Bin from International Trade (1) class, it's you!"
The game is still going on. It is the turn of the favorite Yao Dafaang to play. As soon as he comes out, a warm call rang.
"Oh! It's Big Fat Yao, come on! Big Fat..."
"Strive for... a twenty meter! Big fat..."
"Needless to say, the first place is definitely from our International Trade (1) class..."
...
Men's shot put is a strong event in the International Trade (1) class. Yao Dafang's reputation is well-known among the entire freshman group. After all, he has participated in the National Youth Games and won the third place.
"Oh! International Trade (1) class really made Yao Dafaang participate. This time... the class leader estimates that he can only get second place. In this way, the gap between our total score and China World Trade (1) class is at least It's about two points apart."
Economics (2) On the side of the refueling team, Zhao Zhong hesitated and worried.
"Zhao Zhong, what dejection did your kid say! Just this big fat guy, Lin Feng will lose to him? What a joke!" Xiao Nishang smiled lightly.
"Big sister, don’t you know, that Yao Dafang’s shot throwing performance can be ranked in the country. It seems that the best result is 18 meters or 19 meters, I usually watch him when he trains. One throw is more than 15 meters. Look at the players in the previous competition, the most is only more than 14 meters... This is already considered very good among amateur players. However, for professional players, ten Five meters or more is considered a grade!"
Obviously, after Lin Feng decided to participate in the competition at noon, the deputy squad leader Zhao Zhong dutifully collected relevant information. But the more he understood the difficulty of this project, the less he had confidence in Lin Feng.
Because, on the surface, Lin Feng wanted to have no size, strength and lack of strength, skills but no skills, it is estimated that a thirteen or fourteen meters would be very good.
"Yao Big Fat! Come on, throw the king style of our International Trade (1) class!"
Seeing Yao Dafaang on the court, Fu Yangxu shouted with a smug expression on his face. In his opinion, even if Yao Dafag is playing abnormally, he can definitely win the championship.
Beep!
Ou Yong stood about 30 meters in front of the players and blew the whistle. Yao Dafang raised his arms very easily, and threw the shot with a single blow.
boom!
After the shot fell, Ou Yong ran forward, measured his results, and shouted with a smile: "17.8m, not bad! This is a professional-level result."
Just now everyone was accustomed to the scores of about 13 or 4 meters, none of them exceeded 15 meters As a result, Yao Dapang threw a score of nearly 18 meters, and suddenly the entire playground There was a burst of cheers.
"It's amazing! Did you see it just now? The heavy shot can fly so high and so far with a swish."
"Sure enough, shot put is still suitable for strong boys! Look at the previous players. The thinners can only throw more than twelve meters. Yao Dafang can throw nearly ten. Eight meters..."
"It's amazing. I just saw the men's shot put world record not long ago. It seems to be a player from the United States, who is just over 23 meters!"
"Is Lin Feng going to play in a while? Looking at Lin Feng's thin body, it is estimated that he does not have much strength. How far can he throw? I guess he doesn't even have fifteen meters?"
...
Just when everyone was amazed at Yao Dafang's first round results, Ou Yong, the referee who recorded the results, also walked back, smiled and scorned Lin Feng and said, "How? Lin Feng, did you see it? You? 'S opponents are very strong, this time...tsk tut...even if I don't embarrass you, I'm afraid you won't get the first place."
Ou Yong wanted to do this deliberately, taking advantage of Yao Dafang's achievements to blow Lin Feng's morale, and by the way forced Lin Feng to beg himself.
But after such ridicule, Ou Yong originally thought that Lin Feng would become angry or refute himself, but who thought Lin Feng suddenly smiled and cared about him: "Hey! Teacher Ou, I saw when you recorded your results, Just stand at a distance of about 30 meters in front of the players, so you are not afraid of being hit by the shot put? I would like to remind you kindly, it is better to stay away!"
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