My tree clone can decompose everything

Chapter 30

Luo Cheng just watched quietly. A group of people tried their best to raise their leggings up to their waists with blushing blushes. They couldn't hold on for a few seconds and quickly threw them on the ground.

"Students who have experiments, hurry up and do it. I still have to run."

Someone suddenly became unconvinced.

"Stop bragging. How could you possibly run around with a 200-pound thing tied to it?"

"We don't blame you for your cooperation with the teacher before. People cannot be without self-awareness."

Luo Cheng ignored the people who were talking.

He walked over and easily picked up the leggings and tied them on, then picked up another legging and tied it on, and jumped on the spot, very easily.

Luo Cheng looked at the people who had spoken before and said with a smile: "People must be self-aware and know how much they weigh. If you are not good enough, it does not mean that others are not good.

You guys are still far behind, just give it a few more years of practice. "

The provocative words made several people's faces turn pale with anger, and they almost took action directly.

Luo Cheng turned around, stretched out his long legs, jumped up suddenly, and started racing on the track.

At this moment, everyone opened their eyes wide and seemed to be in disbelief.

Two leggings weigh two hundred pounds, one wristband weighs ten kilograms and twenty kilograms, and a pair weighs forty kilograms.

A high school student actually ran around the stadium with a 240-pound weight strapped to his body. Is there anything more magical than this?

Many people even think that they are in a dream and pinch themselves hard. Not only does the picture not disappear, but it becomes more real.

There was a sound of gasping. It was because I was twisting myself too hard and it hurt.

Luo Cheng is a little worried about whether it will cause global warming.

Liu Hongpo held a stopwatch and kept time for Luo Cheng.

After the first lap, Liu Hongpo glanced at the stopwatch.

"Teacher Zhang, 400 meters and 42 seconds can break the Olympic record."

There was an uproar at the scene. An ordinary high school student broke the 400-meter world record with a weight of more than 200 kilograms. People thought it was a fantasy.

But it really happened here, and they witnessed it in person.

Many people suddenly realized that the world had changed. A set of broadcast gymnastics was not only gymnastics, but also a path towards inhumanity.

Luo Cheng's pace was very steady, and he even deliberately slowed down.

He didn't dare to try his best, fearing that even the middle-aged teacher would be shocked and unable to find Bei.

After three laps, my face was not red, I was out of breath, and I didn’t even lift the weight.

"Teacher, three laps have been completed."

"Yes, your physical fitness is much higher than others. You must have practiced gymnastics proficiently.

Do you know how I met you? It was the video of you climbing a mountain. You can carry two people climbing a mountain. This load should be nothing to you. "

"It makes the teacher laugh. My classmates are too tired from climbing the mountain. I will help if I can."

"You can just call me Teacher Zhang from now on. I am the person in charge of this special training. Now you can return to the team."

Teacher Zhang blew the whistle in his hand, and the crowd quickly lined up.

"Having seen your physical fitness after practicing gymnastics skillfully, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a superman. There is already a huge gap between you and ordinary people.

If you haven't mastered gymnastics, no matter how hard you train, it will be useless even if you are a world record holder.

Does anyone still have any objections now, if today's special training does not start? "

This time everyone shut up.

"The ten-lap warm-up run starts now, Luocheng, you can take off the weight and go into battle lightly."

"Okay." There is no difference between the weight and the weight, and Luo Cheng unloads the weight.

The crowd started running.

Just at the beginning, several figures on the runway started to move like lightning, and those who didn't know thought they had met Usain Bolt.

The wild speed shocked many people.

Luo Cheng recognized a few people. These guys were all from No. 1 and No. 2 middle schools. They probably saw that they had been in the limelight just now, and they were trying to show off their strength.

Soon, these guys started to set a trap, and the students with average physical fitness behind them couldn't catch up even though they tried their best.

Several people ran ten laps in one breath and went down with great satisfaction.

The rest of the people were still running slowly. Some of them started to pant because they broke their rhythm and ran too fast.

At the end of ten laps, many people's faces turned pale.

"For those of you who cannot practice gymnastics completely, your only task is to practice gymnastics without any distractions.

You can't practice for one month and be eliminated. This is also the selection standard for the city competition.

Continue to practice as usual. This month is your chance to sprint. There is no need to delay your gymnastics practice because of class. "

Two distinct groups of people soon appeared in the crowd.

Most of them cannot be practiced, and only sixteen people can practice them completely.

Six in one, five in two, and five in other high schools.

Luo Cheng didn't want to participate in this special training. Gymnastics had already done little to improve him. He might as well go home and lie in bed and play games on his mobile phone.

If you go out and walk around, you might find one or two mutated animals, which will help the small trees gain some nutrients.

Many students immediately started practicing and seized every second.

Even among the sixteen students who were able to complete the practice, there were quite a few stumbles in the practice. Although the movements were coherent, they were very slow, which obviously took a lot of effort.

Luo Cheng moved, his movements were quick and precise, with no pause in sight.

Many people are only halfway through training, but Luocheng has already completed it.

A weak warm current surged through his body and was quickly absorbed by the cyclone.

Luo Cheng practiced ten times in one breath before stopping and quietly watching the others practice.

"Teacher Zhang, otherwise I won't come tomorrow. Give me a pair of weights and I'll go home and practice by myself."

Teacher Zhang was also shocked by Luo Cheng's speed, this level of proficiency was not even comparable to him.

"I will give you an answer tomorrow. Whether you can get the ranking in this provincial competition mainly depends on you. Others are always close."

Luo Cheng followed Teacher Zhang's gaze. His eyes were focused on several sports students from No. 1 and No. 2 Middle School.

These are the people who were sprinting in circles just now, and their movements were obviously much slower.

In terms of speed and proficiency, there is no comparison with Luo Cheng.

"Luo Cheng, I am Ye Lei from No. 1 Middle School. I would like to ask you how you practice."

The Ye family, one of the ten protagonist families in the novel, just didn’t know if this one was the protagonist, and then I knew in my heart that it was definitely not, because with me, you are destined to be impossible to become the protagonist.

“My physical fitness is good and I am well suited to gymnastics. Coupled with my hard work in training before, I am naturally proficient.

After I practiced all 128 movements for the first time, you probably haven't reached 100 movements yet.

If you don't miss a step, it will be a world of difference later on. "

Ye Lei nodded, believing Luo Cheng's words, because there was no other reason.

"Thanks."

Luo Cheng tied weights on himself again and quickly practiced gymnastics, but the warmth did not increase.

It seems that the warm current generated by gymnastics is only related to fluency and speed, and has nothing to do with weight.

Luo Cheng quickly removed the weight and continued practicing.

Anyway, being idle is boring, no matter how small an ant's legs are, they are still meat.