Fox of France

Just at the start, the reporter from the Sun newspaper surpassed everyone by a large margin, and in the later running, the reporter from the Sun newspaper further expanded his advantage over others. It crossed the finish line like a gust of wind, and dropped Bao Saiang, who was running in second place, by more than ten meters.

What's more, after this guy finished running, he was obviously very relaxed. While trotting, he waved to the others. And Bao Saiang, who was running in second place, was almost out of breath.

However, even though he was dropped more than ten meters by the reporter of The Sun, Bao Saiang still ran second in the group and was able to enter the second round smoothly.

There are still some group preliminaries in the meeting, but Mary-Henry Bell is not in the mood to continue watching, he wants to hurry down and celebrate with his friends. So he went down the stairs to the first floor, heading towards the athletes' rest area.

A lot of people were already crowded in the athletes' rest area, and all kinds of shouts rang out. Mary-Henry Bell squeezed in with great effort, until he reached the iron fence that separated the players' rest area from the audience area.

During this process, a police officer shouted at him: "Hey, you, young man, don't crowd around."

"My friend has advanced, and I want to congratulate him!" Mary-Henry Bell replied while continuing to squeeze inside. Generally speaking, the police gentlemen are always relatively tolerant to decent people who can buy tickets to enter the venue. If it is a foreign worker at a train station, and after the police warns him like this, he still squeezes hard, the police will probably rush to him directly. , A baton hit him on the head, and then dragged him out, pinned him to the ground, and pressed his knee on the guy's neck so hard that he screamed for his mother.

But here, obviously, this will not be the case, because those who can afford tickets and come here to watch the game are all decent people. Isn't the reason why France has the police just to serve these decent people?

As expected, the policeman just smiled, but he didn't take any coercive action, he didn't draw out his baton, and he didn't pull Marie-Henry Bell to the ground, and then kneeled him. Relying on his strong physique trained as a soldier, he finally squeezed in.

"Hey, Bossian! Bossian!" Marie-Henry Berla leaned on the iron fence and shouted inside. Although in fact he didn't see his friend there at all now.

"Mari!" But Bossian was the first to see Mari-Henry Berla dancing on the railing, and walked over while answering.

"Ha, Jacques, great job! Congratulations on qualifying!" Marie-Henri Berla shouted happily to Bossian.

"It's nothing, it's just luck." Bao Saiang looked unhappy, "It's just luck, there is only one reporter in our team. Otherwise, as you can see, the gap between us and reporters is too big .”

"What's the point?" Marie-Henry Berla encouraged him, "Jacques, you can't use your hobbies to challenge other people's majors. And, to be honest, I think the gap between you and that reporter In fact, it’s not as big as you imagined. Have you noticed his unique way of starting? When I got down, I thought about it carefully and found that this way of starting is really reasonable, too convenient to exert force, too It's suitable for starting. So just at the start, he surpassed you by a lot."

"He also ran a lot faster than me on the way, and he didn't have to exert too much effort."

"Jacques, that's because his load is much lighter than yours." Marie-Henri Berla continued to cheer him up, "You have to know that even a little bit of burden can obviously slow you down during high-speed running. Well, you may have heard that General Augereau once captured a battalion of rebels with a single whip. Do you know where all his other weapons are?"

"In order to chase the enemy, throw them all away, you told me." Bao Saiang replied.

"Ah, you imagine, compared to a war horse, a cloak, a saber, and a pistol are a little heavier, but throwing away these things can even make the horse run faster, not to mention trousers and so on. And it's not just adding weight, they're dragging your feet. So, you look at those ancient heroes, they didn't even wear anything when they competed in the Olympics."

"Damn it, what you said may make sense. I will change my clothes and pants for the next game, but where can I buy such clothes?"

"I heard people say that there are such clothes in the 'Chris Men's Clothing Store', which are called sportswear, but this kind of clothes are too... plus the clothes of 'Chris' are surprisingly expensive, and no one buys them. Yes." Someone next to him interjected.

"Hey, brother." Bossian patted Marie-Henry Bella's hand and said, "Can you do me a favor? There is a train back to Paris soon. There is a 'Chris Men's Clothing' opposite the train station, Dude you help me run and buy me a suit of that kind of clothes, uh, and those shoes called running shoes - I just saw that guy has nails in the bottom of his shoes. Um, you wait for me , I'll go get the money."

After saying this, Bao Saiang turned and left. After a while, he came back with a big wallet, took out a handful of banknotes from it and handed it to Marie-Henry Berladao; "Brother, I have thirty francs here, I don't know if it's enough—"Chris" Clothing has always been ridiculously expensive. If it’s not enough, you can put some on for me. I’ll return it to you later.”

"Yes!" replied Mari-Henri Berla, who knew that his classmate had money.

Mari-Henry Berla took the money, put it in his vest pocket, squeezed out of the crowd, and then left the stadium and ran towards the train station. He bought a ticket in a hurry, and the train started as soon as he got on the train.

The main venue is not far from the city of Paris, so it didn't take long for Marie-Henri Berla to return to the city center. Opposite the train station is the specialty store of "Chris men's clothing" and "Chris women's clothing", and next to it is Bowang Bank.

Mary-Henry Bella entered the store and explained her intentions to a saleswoman with a sweet smile. With her help, she found a complete set of sprint clothing including running shoes.

"How much is this set?" asked Marie-Henry Berla.

"Ah, a total of one hundred and ten francs." The young lady with a sweet smile replied.

"Why don't you go and rob! This is only a few pieces of cloth?" Marie-Henry Berla almost jumped up.

But he would not say such thoughts, he suddenly understood why there is Bowang Bank next to the "Chris" store...

Marie-Henri Berla finished his shopping and entered the station again. Just when he was about to get into the car, he saw someone leading a tall and beautiful English thoroughbred horse into the special carriage at the back.