Chapter 1632 Teacher Ou, Stay Away a Little

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

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

"What are you talking about? I was originally a freshman counselor teacher. It is normal to be in charge of the referee of 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. .You don’t want to get away 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 have to make up the registration. It seems that you value the first place in the sports meeting this time. Ah! But, if you don’t get the ranking in the shot put competition, you must definitely not get the first place, right?”

"Walking around! Teacher Ou, can you speak directly if you have something to say?" Lin Feng asked annoyed.

"Hey! Then I'll get straight to the point. If you want to win this shot put competition, no... it should be said that if you want your shot put competition to pass this time, 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 ago, and the jealousy in his heart exploded, and he said angrily.

"So that's what happened! Teacher Ou, are you too self-indulgent? Will Teacher Wang be interested in you? Are you jealous like this? What right do you have to be jealous!" Lin Feng laughed.

"Whether I have the right to be jealous is none of your business. But, Lin Feng, I warn you. I don't care what kind of background you have behind me. Anyway, I am a teacher at Qingbei University. Since you want to study hard at Qingbei University If you don't, don't mess with me! Listen to me obediently, and keep a distance from Mr. Wang, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, how about it?" Lin Feng rushed to talk.

"Otherwise you will suffer, not only this sports meeting, I am from the School of Computer Science, and I will not let you take all computer-related subjects so easily in the future." Ou Yong threatened.

"Teacher Ou, do you think it's appropriate for you, a teacher who is a model teacher, to threaten students like this out of selfish interests?" Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly.

"I'm like this, anyway, this is the end of the story. Lin Feng, you choose yourself. If you want this time's results to count, if you want your class to win, come and beg me! Haha..."

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

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

Lin Feng really encountered people like Ou Yong quite often, and there was a lack of nerve in his mind. Obviously it was my own wishful thinking, but I still had to deal with Lin Feng as a love rival beyond my control. What's even more tragic is that he didn't recognize the gap between the two at all, playing insidiously? play tricks? Compared with Lin Feng, he was almost as big as a galaxy behind.

"Yao Bin from Guomao (1) class, it's your turn!"

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

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

"Strive for... 20 meters! Fatty..."

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

...

The men's shot put is a strong event of the Guomao (1) class. Yao Dapang's prestige is well-known among the entire freshman group. After all, he once participated in the National Youth Games and won the third place.

"Ah! International Trade (1) class really let Yao Dapang participate. This time... the class leader probably can only get the second place. In this way, the gap between us and International Trade (1) class in total points is at least It's going to be more than two points."

On the side of the refueling team in the economic (2) class, Zhao Zhong said worriedly with a hesitant face.

"Zhao Zhong, what are you talking about, boy! Lin Feng will lose to this big fat man? What kind of joke are you talking about!" Xiao Nishang said with a relaxed smile.

"Big sister, you don't know, that Yao Dafat's shot put throwing results can be ranked high in the country. It seems that the best result is 18 meters and almost 19 meters. Usually when I watch him train, he will take it casually. One throw is more than 15 meters. If you 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, 10 meters 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 some relevant information. But the more he understood the difficulty of this project, the less confident he was in Lin Feng.

Because, on the surface, Lin Feng wants body shape but not size, strength but not strength, skill but not skill, it is probably very good to throw a thirteen or four meter to the top of the sky.

"Fatty Yao! Come on, let's play the kingly demeanor of our Guomao (1) class!"

Seeing Yao Dapang enter the stage, Fu Yangxu cheered and shouted proudly. In his opinion, even if Fatty Yao played abnormally, he could definitely win the championship.

Beep!

Ou Yong stood about 30 meters in front of the players, and blew his whistle. Yao Dapang easily swung his arms, and threw the shot put out with a swish.

boom!

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."

Just now everyone was used to the results of around 13 or 14 meters, and none of them exceeded 15 meters, but now Yao Dapang threw a result of nearly 18 meters, and the whole playground erupted in cheers sound.

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

"Sure enough, a strong boy is suitable for playing shot put! Look at the few players in front of you, they are not too thin, and 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 read the world record for men's shot put not long ago. It seems to be a player from the United States, and it is only more than 23 meters!"

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

...

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 at Lin Feng and said contemptuously: "How is it? Lin Feng, did you see that? You Your 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 be able to win the first place."

Ou Yong just wanted to do this on purpose, taking advantage of Yao Dapang's grades to hit Lin Feng's morale, and force Lin Feng to come to him by the way.

But after such ridicule, Ou Yong originally thought that Lin Feng would become angry or refute himself, but who would have thought that Lin Feng suddenly smiled and cared about him and said, "Hey! Teacher Ou, I see that when you recorded your grades, Standing about 30 meters in front of the contestants, wouldn’t you be afraid of being hit by a shot put? Let me remind you, it’s better to stay far away!”

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