"Haha! Teacher Ou, it seems that this time you are the referee of the men's shot put. It is not a coincidence!"

Hearing the threatening words from Ou Yong's mouth, Lin Feng sneered.

"What are you talking about? I was originally a freshman counselor, and it was normal for me to be responsible for refereeing the shot put competition. Although I did not graduate from a professional sports school, I am very familiar with the rules and standard movements of the shot put event.

.Don’t even think about getting by with me.”

Ou Yong felt that he had grasped Lin Feng's weakness, so he went around in circles and said with a smile, "Lin Feng, even if you come back late, you still have to make up your registration. It seems that you attach great importance to ranking first in the total score of this sports meeting.

Ah! However, if you don’t get the ranking in the shot put competition, you will definitely not get the first place, right?”

"Go round and round! Teacher Ou, if you have anything to say, can you say it directly?" Lin Feng asked annoyed.

"Oh! Let me get straight to the point. If you want to win this shot put competition, no... I should say you want your results to pass this shot put competition, then stay away from Teacher Wang.

, do you know?"

Ou Yong thought of Lin Feng's appearance when he came out of Wang Yajun's dormitory a few times before, and he became jealous and angrily.

"So that's what happened! Teacher Ou, are you too pretentious? Will Teacher Wang be interested in you? Are you just jealous like this? What qualifications do you have to be jealous!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Whether I have the right to be jealous or not is none of your business. But, Lin Feng, I'm warning you. I don't care what background you have. Anyway, I am a teacher at Qingbei University. Since you want to study hard at Qingbei University

If so, don’t mess with me! Listen to me and keep your distance from Teacher Wang, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what about?" Lin Feng asked, rushing to speak.

"Otherwise, you will suffer, not just in this sports meeting, but I am from the School of Computer Science. I will not make it so easy for you in all computer-related subjects in the future." Ou Yong threatened.

"Teacher Ou, you, a good teacher, would threaten your students like this for your own personal gain. Do you think it's appropriate?" Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly.

"That's it for me. Anyway, that's it for now. Lin Feng, you make your own choice. If you want this time's results to count, if you want your class to win, just come and beg me! Haha..."

After finishing speaking, Ou Yong felt that he had won a great victory and ran to record the contestants' results with a smile.

"Is this Ou Yong an idiot? You want to threaten me over this matter?"

Lin Feng really encountered people like Ou Yong very often, and he was completely lacking in his mind. It was obviously his wishful thinking, but he still insisted on dealing with Lin Feng as a love rival without overestimating his abilities. What was even more sad was that

, he didn't understand the gap between the two at all. Playing underhanded? Playing with tricks? Compared with Lin Feng, the gap between him and Lin Feng was as big as a galaxy.

"Yao Bin from the International Trade (1) Class, it's your turn!"

The game was still going on, and it was Yao Dapang's turn, the favorite to win the championship. As soon as he appeared on the stage, enthusiastic cheers rang out.

"Oh! It's Fatty Yao, come on! Fatty..."

"Try for...20 meters! Big fat..."

"Needless to say, the first place must be from our International Trade (1) class..."

…

The men's shot put is a strong event in Class 1 of the International Trade Center. Yao Dapang's reputation is well-known among the entire freshmen group. After all, he has participated in the National Youth Games and won third place.

"Oops! The Guomao (1) class really let Yao Dapang compete in the competition. This time... the squad leader will probably only get second place. In this way, the total score gap between us and the Guomao (1) class will be at least

It’s about two points wider.”

On the economic () class cheering team side, Zhao Zhong said hesitantly and worriedly.

"Zhao Zhong, what are you saying to be depressing? With such a big fat guy, Lin Feng will lose to him? What a joke!" Xiao Nichang said with a relaxed smile.

"Sister, you don't know that Fatty Yao's shot put performance is ranked high in the country. It seems that his best result is 18 meters or almost 19 meters. Usually when I watch him training, he will

A throw is more than fifteen meters. If you look at the players in the previous competition, the most is only more than fourteen meters... This is already considered very good among amateur players. However, for professional players, it is ten meters.

A score of more than five meters is considered an achievement!”

Obviously, after Lin Feng decided to participate in the competition at noon, deputy squad leader Zhao Zhong diligently collected relevant information. However, the more he understood the difficulty of this project, the less confident he became in Lin Feng.

Because, from a superficial point of view, Lin Feng needs size without size, strength without strength, skill without skill, and he would probably be very good if he throws a 13-4 meter ball into the sky.

"Big Fatty Yao! Come on, show off like the king of our International Trade (1) class!"

Seeing Big Fat Yao on the court, Fu Yangxu cheered with a proud look on his face. In his opinion, Big Fat Yao could definitely win the championship even if he performed abnormally.

Beep!

Ou Yong stood about thirty meters in front of the players and blew his whistle. Yao Dapang easily raised his arms and threw the shot put with a whoosh.

Bang!

When the shot put landed, Ou Yong ran forward, measured the result, and shouted with a smile: "17.8m, not bad! This is a professional-level result."

Everyone was used to seeing results of around 13 or 14 meters just now, and none of them exceeded 15 meters. Now, Yao Dapang threw a result of nearly 18 meters, and the entire playground suddenly burst into cheers.

The sound comes.

"It's amazing! Did you see it just now? Such a heavy shot put flew so high and so far in one swish."

"Sure enough, you need to be a strong boy to play shot put! Look at the players in front, who are not very thin, they can only throw a distance of more than twelve meters. Yao Dapang can throw nearly ten meters

Eight meters..."

"It's amazing. I just saw the men's shot put world record not long ago. It seems to be an American player, and it's only over 23 meters!"

"Is Lin Feng going to play soon? Looking at Lin Feng's thin body, he probably doesn't have much strength. How far can he throw it? It's probably not even fifteen meters, right?"

…

Just when everyone was amazed by Yao Dapang's results in the first round, Ou Yong, the referee who recorded the results, also came back, smiled and said contemptuously to Lin Feng: "How is it? Lin Feng, did you see it? You

My opponent is very strong, this time...tsk tsk tsk...even if I don't make things difficult for you, I'm afraid you won't get the first place."

Ou Yong wanted to do this deliberately, to use Yao Dapang's achievements to dampen Lin Feng's morale, and at the same time force Lin Feng to beg for him.

But after being ridiculed like this, Ou Yong originally thought that Lin Feng would get angry or refute him, but who would have thought that Lin Feng suddenly smiled and cared about him and said: "Hey! Teacher Ou, when I saw you recording the results,
Chapter completed!