I’m A Baller

　　 I don't know if it is accidental or exceptionally predestined. The scene exactly the same as when I first met, suddenly awakened Wang Yan's memory.

　　 A female leopard whizzes past her side.

　　 rolled up a hurricane, crushing a piece of morning light.

　　 The last time was 7:30 in the evening, and now it was 6:30 in the morning. The same intense heat faded and the sky dimmed.

　　 A girl with a height of at least 185, wearing a professional sports shorts + vest, with a pair of well-proportioned, strong long legs, rolled over like a hurricane.

　　The smooth thigh muscles tighten and contract with every step.

　　 When she stepped out, it was like a compressed spring, suddenly releasing huge kinetic energy, pushing her to sprint like a cheetah.

　　 is just a breath of effort. She dashed over the edge of a straight track, then slowed down, moved her body, and walked back slowly.

When 　　 returned, she faced the morning sun, as if stepping on the dawn, walking the path step by step.

　　 Slender, smooth, and perfect body, which contains extremely wild strength, walks slowly, but it is so elegant, leisurely, and calm.

　　 The single ponytail leaped in the sun, fainting a fragment of light.

　　 Last time, Wang Yan was facing the glow of the sun and the afterglow of the setting sun, unable to see the girl's appearance, but the impact of power and beauty was imprinted in his heart forever.

　　 And now, she came to welcome the light and finally let Wang Yan see the truth.

　　 is enough to describe: Yingwu!

　　 Healthy wheat-colored skin, not white, but extremely smooth, sweat cannot be retained, dripping in an arc.

　　The face resembling an ancient Greek sculpture, the brow bones, the bridge of the nose, and the lip line are all so angular, and the atmosphere is like a knife.

　　 She has a pair of black and white eyes and smooth black long hair. She should be a pure-blooded Chinese girl, but she looks inexplicably with a Mediterranean style, completely unlike the popular Internet celebrities.

　　Especially those eyes are much longer and narrower than ordinary people-they are not small, they are definitely not the kind of slit squinting eyes, on the contrary, they should be regarded as big eyes, but the ratio of length to height is very special, which makes them appear narrow and long.

　　Fongme?

　　 is probably a similar name, right? !

　　 Wang Yan is not sure, but thinks the other person’s eyes are very attractive, cold, sharp, squinting...

　　 All in all, she is handsome and cool, she looks like a very ego, very powerful woman.

　　 "Her name is Gong Feiyu?"

"Yes indeed!"

　　 Brother-in-law Song Chen nodded excitedly. He had never seen him so enthusiastic about a woman.

　　 "Brother, I talked to her several times during the night in the bedroom, what did you listen to?!"

　　 Which night will you not talk about girls!

　　 Two new names popped up every three to five, do you want to inquire one by one? !

　　 Young Master Wang was speechless. He glanced at the sand sculptures who had been beaten up with blood, and scolded, "Warm up!"

　　 Don't be so embarrassed, can you?

　　'S eyes are about to get into other people's clothes!

　　 Just finished cursing, with a snap, the squirrel had a soft foot, mixed with garlic and threw himself into a nest.

　　 "I'll go, buddy, are you okay?"

　　 Everyone was taken aback, and without waiting to help, the squirrel immediately got up and lowered his head to continue running, waving his hands vigorously.

　　 "It's okay, er, I saw my buddy just now, I didn't pay attention..."

　　Right, yes, you fell because of your buddies, it has nothing to do with the girl who came face to face!

　　 Everyone pretended to letter, and watched the squirrel beckon and greet the boy who rushed: "Daimo, brother is here!"

　　 That is a thin boy with a small flat head and a height of about 188. He wears a Li-Ning sports suit, has a towel around his neck, and carries a pair of spiked shoes in his hand. He walks with a dick, he is very fanciful.

　　Daimo waved at the squirrel, but didn't reply, raised his voice to greet Gong Feiyu.

　　 "Sister Gong, morning!"

　　 "Hello, early."

　　 Gong Feiyu nodded politely and responded with a smile.

　　 The squirrel exaggeratedly covered his chest, and whispered: "Mom, I'm dead! So crisp!"

　　 Gong Feiyu’s voice is deep and slightly sandy, but not the kind of hoarse drake voice, with a very attractive magnetism, very nice.

　　The rest of the sand sculptures all reacted similarly, one by one, they stopped in a rush, and looked at Gong Feiyu who was getting closer and closer.

　　 Daomo guys continued to chat with her.

　　 "Sister Gong, just come back and start practicing again?"

　　 "Well, I am used to it."

　　 "Stay steady, the coach now always uses you as a negative example, saying that if you are not injured in additional training, you will definitely win the World University Games..."

"Oh, thank you."

　　 "That's it, don't bother you to practice. Wang Jiao is good! You are busy, I will go to see my friends."

　　Daimo waved his hand to Gong Feiyu, bowed to the middle-aged coach, and ran slowly towards Wang Yan and his group.

　　Wang Jiao walked to Gong Feiyu's side and began to mutter something in gestures. Gong Feiyu still said very little, only nodded occasionally, but he was very focused.

　　 The voice was small, Wang Yan couldn't hear him clearly, and he turned his attention back to Dai Mo after looking at it again.

　　 Squirrel pulled the buddy, and was the first to introduce to Wang Yan: "Boss, this is my buddy, Mo Xiaolan, a sprinter who just went to the physical education college this year, we are all called Damo, what you like!"

　　 Before Wang Yan could say hello, Classmate Duomo rushed forward enthusiastically.

　　 "Boss Wang, leaning back for a long time! It's too bad to remember that the back fell over the bridge! It is said that you are from a martial arts family, true and false?"

　　 Wang Yan can't laugh or cry.

　　 "Where is there any martial arts family now? You really dare to think."

　　 "I understand, I understand, right?"

　　 Daimo's face was clearly written with unbelief, and he smiled and nodded, not knowing where his brain had gone.

　　 The three essences of human beings: Naobu, lemons, and moms sell them, and Daimo alone accounts for the two.

"MMP, Mouse, I have told you a long time ago, find a chance to let me get to know Brother Wang, and I will drag it until now... Then what, Brother Wang, how do you want to practice? Dude knows everything and talks endlessly. !"

　　 opened a sentence and said to the two of them, Wang Yan was about to respond, and the squirrel was particularly ahead.

　　 "Hey, dad, you know Gong Feiyu, can you bring her to give us training?!"

　　 According to Wang Dashao's temper, the younger brother dared to rush to talk. It was so unruly, he should go over on the spot.

　　 But when he heard Squirrel’s suggestion, he immediately withdrew his violent thoughts and smiled calmly.

　　 Well, I think you are thinking about the class, and the proposal is good for collective honor. Forgive you once!

　　 As a result, Daomo disdainfully poked his mouth, and directly kicked the squirrel back.

　　 "Do your spring and autumn dreams! Miss Gong is a special World University Games women's 100-meter runner-up. She will definitely participate in a closed training camp next year to prepare for the Olympics. If you say please, please?!"

I go!

Is 　　 so strong? !

　　 Not only everyone was surprised, but Wang Yan was a little surprised.

　　 "Really? Really? Nothing happened, we haven't heard of it?!"

　　 "The Universiade has only been exposed to some degree...but you must look for the news carefully, there must be some."

　　 The dull and unconvinced look makes people have to believe.

"It didn’t take long for Gong Jie to come back. You didn’t see her before. She was going to Yalong Bay for treatment. After recovering from her injury, she can fight for Olympic medals. That’s the baby from our school’s sports school. You Ah, don't worry about it early!"

　　 "Fuck!" Ruyu was dumbfounded, "True Jill!"

　　 Song Chen asked, "Sister Gong is a sophomore? How old is this year?"

　　 "Junior year!"

　　Dimo corrected immediately.

　　 "But the age should be only 18 years old. She started practicing sprinting from the third grade of the junior high school, and she was specially recruited in the second grade."

　　 Snow peas was shocked: "So young?! Wait a minute, then what is your sister?"

　　Daimo disdainfully curls his lips: "For those who engage in competitive sports, performance is everything, age and seniority are nothing!"

　　 Wang Yan's heart suddenly moved.

　　 Miya Fei will be 19 years old next year, 23 years old for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, 27 years old for the 2024 Paris Olympics...

　　 asked Duomo immediately: "Brother, you sprinters, what is the peak age of performance?"

　　Daomo said to Wang Yan that he must answer every question, and he seemed very respectful.

"Brother Wang, according to the current research theory, the peak of black people is about 20-24 years old, and the peak of yellow people will be later, between 24-28 years old...Of course, they are all in the approximate range. It varies from person to person."

　　 I'll go, according to that, Gong Feiyu is such a gold mine!

　　 has a good image and outstanding results. As long as he wins an Olympic champion, he is immediately worth more than Yao!

　　 Do you want to sign it? !

　　 The idea shifted to the signing of the contract. After a moment of stagnation, Wang Dashao was taken aback, and then he burst into laughter.

　　What do you think?

　　 Really!

　　 Recently, my mind is full of entertainment companies. I can't help but think a little bit biased. When I see the potential economic value, I think about digging it out. It's a bit awkward.

　　What are you special? You just need a career to cover up, not the career itself!

　　 warned myself that Wang Yan stopped thinking about it, and only looked at Gong Feiyu with pure appreciation.

　　 glanced over...

　　 Well, it's stressful.

　　 185 girls, true Gil is cruel!

　　Hey, yes, how high is the specific, please check it!

　　 There is no data beside Gong Feiyu's face. Obviously, when Wang Yan scanned the whole city last time, the girl was not in Star City, so she was not on the list at all.

　　 Otherwise, when we meet today, there will be hints.

　　 Throwing out 10,000 yuan of change, Gong Feiyu's data was immediately added to the list.

　　[Name: Gong Feiyu]

　　 [Age: 18 years old (97.3.31)]

　　 [face value: 95 points]

　　 [Body: 98 points (clear height 183, measurement calculation... the system has crashed)]

　　 [Special: 92 points]

　　 [Location: Star Master Playground]

　　 I go, the total score is 285!

　　 4th in All Star City, second only to classmate He Miaomiao with 287 points!

　　 And the place where she cut points is very strange.

　　 [face value: not the type you admire most, but even if there is a slight deviation from your aesthetics, you still have to admit that she is amazingly beautiful]

　　 [Body: the perfect combination of strength and beauty, but because the pressure is too strong, she is not the ultimate body in your mind]

　　 [Special: Outdoor exercises all the year round, she suffered from wind and rain, so that her skin and body were troubled, even so, she still has special points bonus]

　　 In other words, if you change to a man with a trembling M personality, Gong Feiyu may be a super-top beauty with full marks in the triathlon in his eyes!

　　Uh, turn around to find out who is more fanatical about her.

　　Wang Dashao turned his head and immediately uncovered three potential tremors—Song Chen, Squirrel, and Hu Liang.

Huh? !

　　 Why is Ruyu so prosperous? !

　　Wang Dashao became obscene, and asked Ruyu directly: "Do you like Gong Feiyu?"

　　 Ruyu shook his head and laughed: "The old Siberian tiger ladies have seen a lot, and I'm a little bit hey with this type...I get beaten every day when I go home, who can stand it..."

　　 I can’t stand being beaten by my daughter-in-law, and I’m so willing to be beaten by a group of big men, Aruba...

　　 Ruyu, you can!

Back to the topic.

　　 In short, Gong Feiyu is a bit...er, a sense of distance for the current Master Wang.

　　 is not just a matter of height.

　　 Those sisters are similar to Liu Li to a certain extent, they are all masters with ideals, goals, and stamina in their hearts.

　　 Or it can be said that most respectable people are similar, but it is difficult to feel close.

　　 Anyway, Wang Yan doesn't have any thoughts to bother others, it's better to appreciate it quietly.

　　 "Okay, brothers, after the warm-up, what should you practice, practice immediately!"

　　 Wang Yan clapped his hands and urged everyone to move, then turned around and asked Daimo: "Brother, we are all here for sprinting, where do we start?"

　　 "I will tell you some basic things first, and then all run, let's solve the problem slowly in actual training, okay?!"

　　 Daomo looked at Daomo. In the professional field, it is actually quite structured. He pulls the brothers together and teaches everything.

　　 "Attention must be highly concentrated!"

　　 "Press down after kicking the ground! Force down!"

　　 "Use the forward-leaning center of gravity!"

　　 "Pay attention to physical coordination during the journey, and swing your arms naturally!"

　　 three or five times down, everyone finally formed a certain concept of the technical essentials, and it was much more natural to run.

　　 Daimo clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to start again.

　　 "Come on, a few brothers, let's run a regular time, I will check the table for you to see how fast and how high the room for improvement, and try my best!"

　　 "Okay, come on!"

　　 Wang Yan, Chuanwa, Wang Yihang, and Xiao Lei, four buddies who are about to run 100 meters, all squatted on the edge of the runway, waiting for Da Mo to give orders.

　　 Everyone didn't wear spikes and no starting blocks were installed on the track, but everything was still in accordance with the standard.

　　In the phrase of "Dai Mo", it is to develop a habit and use the sense of ritual to excite the mood, so as to stimulate muscle tension.

　　 "Get ready...run!"

　　 With an order, Wang Yan jumped out like an arrow.

　　 Sprinting requires not only agility, but also strength.

　　 In fact, all personal sports that seem to be only related to speed require comprehensive quality on the demand level, with high individual events but partial subjects, which are simply impossible to play.

Wang Dashao’s 79-point strength, agility, and physique show a very amazing effect~www.wuxiaspot.com~Because there is no dynamic camera to capture the image, what you can see with the naked eye is not intuitive, you can only see the small next to it. Comparing partners——

　　 Even so, Wang Yan still leads the fastest Chuanwa by at least three positions and keeps it all the way to the finish line.

　　 A full 100 meters ran down, Wang Yan only panted slightly, and the remaining three buddies, not only panting like a bellows, but also sweating through the vest.

　　 "Fuck! Brother Wang, you can run quite well?!"

　　 Duomo was a little dumbfounded, looked down at the stopwatch, and suddenly slapped his thigh in annoyance.

　　 "Wipe! I'm also a starter and timekeeper, I didn't know it!"

　　 Wang Yan smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I have to continue practicing, just count again."

　　 "Okay, you wait for me to call a classmate, then borrow a whistle, let's check on time!"

　　Daimo was very curious about Wang Yan's real speed, enthusiastically proposed, and immediately took out his mobile phone.

　　 At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the side.

　　 "Don't bother, I'll test it for you!"

　　 Everyone turned their heads and saw Wang Jiao strolling along, staring at Wang Yan with piercing eyes.

　　 At the edge of the runway, Gong Feiyu stood still with his arms folded, his gaze with interest also focused on Wang Yan.

　　 A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, directly ignoring Wang Yan's face, twisted his naked shoulders and arms, and quickly moved to those long legs. .

　　 Then all the way down, all the way to the ankle.

　　 Finally, I stopped on those ordinary running shoes, and his eyes were bright.