mynovelweb Chapter 357 Throwing Angelica!
Chapter 357 Throwing Angelica!
"Athletes participating in the men's shot put competition, please proceed immediately to the south sandpit for inspection! I repeat, please proceed..."
Jiang Bai tightened his clothes and jogged to the inspection area.
As soon as he peeked out, he saw a burly man wearing a Northeast Tiger vest standing with his hands on his hips, waving his arms at the air. It was Gu Dapeng.
"Third brother! Over here!"
Gu Dapeng, with his sharp eyes, shouted so loudly that the junior schoolgirl next to him, who was in charge of registration, almost tore the form.
"You're finally here! Did you hear that shout from the broadcasting station?"
"It was Bai Zhi who personally cheered me on!"
"I've never heard such a sweet 'Go for it!' in my entire life!"
As Gu Dapeng spoke, he craned his neck to peer behind Jiang Bai, his eyes wide as saucers:
"Hey, where's Bai Zhi?"
"Wasn't she with you in the broadcasting room just now? Why hasn't she come to see you?"
Is the old man looking at me?
Jiang Bai remained unfazed, having already devised a plan. He casually pointed to a direction where numerous parasols were set up:
"There it is."
"There were too many people, and she felt it was too crowded, so she's hiding in the shadows."
Gu Dapeng looked in the direction Jiang Bai was pointing, but saw nothing but a dense crowd of people and colorful umbrellas.
"Where are they? I can't see those white fox ears!"
"You've been lifting weights for years, which has put pressure on your optic nerve. Your eyesight isn't even as good as Lin Le's."
Jiang Bai casually grabbed two bib numbers from the table, interrupting Gu Dapeng's bewilderment with remarkable ease.
"Hurry up, put on your bib number."
"If you're late for check-in, you won't be able to participate in the shot put."
Upon hearing this, Gu Dapeng quickly withdrew his head.
Jiang Bai deftly slapped one of the pieces onto Gu Dapeng's chest and pinned the other to his own back.
Gu Dapeng glanced down and his face instantly darkened.
His bib number prominently displayed a large number: 250.
The piece in Jiang Bai's hand is 251.
"Third brother...did you do this on purpose?"
Gu Dapeng pointed to the number 250 on his chest, his tone extremely frustrated.
"This number... doesn't match my imposing image!"
Jiang Bai suppressed a laugh and patted his shoulder with an air of righteous indignation:
"Dapeng, you need to think about this from a different perspective."
"What does 250 represent? It represents 250, which is twenty times the height of a second-level athlete at 12.5 meters! It's strong, a symbol of strength!"
"Really? But 250 has another meaning."
"Seriously, don't misunderstand, you're the most handsome!"
Gu Dapeng thought for a long time, feeling that something was amiss, but looking at Jiang Bai's sincere eyes, he could only sigh resignedly:
"Alright, since I've already fastened the buckle, I hope my strength surpasses the standard for a second-level shot putter today!"
As the two were talking.
The competition has officially begun.
The referee in the shot put area was an elderly professor, wearing reading glasses, who solemnly read out the rules:
"Each person has three chances in the preliminary round. The best score will be used, and the top eight will advance to the final round later. Do you all understand?"
"Understood!"
The students responded sparsely.
Jiang Bai, who was in the middle of the line, nodded in agreement.
Sudden.
He felt that the surrounding air seemed to become extremely scorching in an instant.
Countless gazes were fixed on him from all around.
Jiang Bai turned his head and looked in the direction of the gaze.
He saw Su Ze and Lin Le from his dormitory leading a group of classmates, holding up posters of Angelica dahurica they had just taken from a charity sale stall, pointing and gesturing at him.
Even some unfamiliar students from other departments were furtively taking out their phones.
"Look! That's Jiang Bai! My brother-in-law!"
"Hiss—is this the ruthless guy who threw his sister eighteen meters away?"
"Really? Goddess Bai Zhi is so cute and cuddly, is he really willing to throw her like a shot put? How insane is his arm strength?"
"Judging from his calm demeanor, he's probably calculating the parabola and wind resistance."
"Everyone, step back a bit. If our goddess really takes off in a second, we'll have to catch her!"
"Should I run up to the stage to catch it? I heard my brother-in-law is going to throw the goddess Bai Zhi there!"
"I think it's a good idea. Take me with you; I want to go to the stage to greet Bai Zhi too!"
Jiang Bai: "......"
Why the hell did they go to the podium to pick up Bai Zhi?!
[Ding! Jiang Bai's popularity has increased by 1000 due to the rumor of 'throwing his own sister'!]
[Ding! Host, your eyes are currently filled with the thought, "I want to destroy the world."]
[But I suggest you focus on the iron ball in front of you, because Zhang Cheng is standing behind the police line three meters away with his architectural model, ready to capture the first scene of your violence.]
Jiang Bai glanced to the side following the system prompt.
Good guy!
Zhang Cheng was indeed there!
This elite designer held a telephoto lens in his hand, his eyes filled with fervor as if he were about to record humanity's first moon landing.
"Go, Teacher Jiang Bai!"
Zhang Cheng waved to Jiang Bai, his voice extremely loud.
"While I disagree with your crude throwing technique, I will definitely capture the most perfect trajectory!"
Jiang Bai silently turned his head and stared at the front of the line.
I never want to talk to these people again in my life!
.......
soon.
"First place, Zhang Tiezhu!"
With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.
It must be said that, as an arts institution, the overall level of the shot put program at the Shanghai Theatre Academy is... truly impressive.
The first guy's face turned purple from holding his breath, and he let out a roar that was as loud as Mount Tai collapsing. As a result, the ball in his hand slammed down six meters away.
"Six meters thirty-two!"
The referee announced the numbers with a blank expression.
Then came the second, the third, and so on...
The tallest athlete only managed to throw a little over ten meters.
The audience was getting sleepy, and the initial enthusiasm ignited by the "Go Baizhi!" was quickly extinguished by these delicate, Lin Daiyu-style throws.
It's going by very fast.
Soon, it was Gu Dapeng's turn.
"Number 250! Gu Dapeng!"
Gu Dapeng grunted and twisted his neck.
The tiger-skin vest instantly tightened.
The throwing area on the south side of the playground was now surrounded by a sealed jar.
Countless eyes were fixed on the bib number representing 250.
Gu Dapeng took a deep breath and kicked off with both feet, kicking up a fine layer of dust.
His broad back appeared particularly imposing in the sunlight, and the dark iron ball in his hand seemed to be endowed with some kind of sacred mission.
"For Bai Zhi! For my goddess!! Ha—!"
With a thunderous roar, Gu Dapeng transformed into a whirlwind.
He suddenly exerted force with his right leg, and his waist and hips led his shoulders.
His large hand drew a perfectly precise arc in the air, and then his five fingers flicked sharply!
"call--!"
The shot put hurtled through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
"Bang!"
The iron ball slammed heavily onto the edge of the red circle, splashing up a small patch of dry soil.
The elderly professor who was acting as the referee took a few quick steps, pulled back the measuring tape, and his previously calm expression instantly became quite interesting. He adjusted his glasses and loudly announced the numbers:
"Number 250, Gu Dapeng, 14.18 meters tall!"
"Wow--!!!"
A deafening cheer erupted from the stands and the crowd.
"Over fourteen meters? Holy crap! Big Peng is awesome!"
"As expected of our Class 6, these results would definitely win an award in the provincial competition!"
Gu Dapeng patted the magnesium powder off his hands and chuckled to himself.
He turned to look at the small broadcasting booth window at the top of the stands, his eyes filled with the fervor of someone who felt "blessed by a goddess."
"Third brother, did you see that?"
Gu Dapeng smugly approached Jiang Bai and whispered.
"This result is even better than last time!!"
"It's all thanks to Bai Zhi's shout of 'Go for it!' over the loudspeaker just now!"
"I feel like I'm bursting with energy right now! Forget shot put, give me a millstone, I could throw it all the way to the other side of the school building!"
Jiang Bai's lips twitched violently as he looked at Gu Dapeng, who was practically bursting with anger.
Dapeng, do you even know that's Lao Tzu's fake voice?
What do you mean by that?
Did I lose myself in the sound waves of my brother's voice?