In physical fitness, a striker's speed is the most important thing, especially the starting speed and acceleration after starting. A powerful starting speed can instantly surpass the defensive players. To maintain this advantage after starting, the acceleration ability after starting is the key.

Tang Jue and Arendt competed with speed, both of them were forwards. Arendt was thirty meters speed, known as the second in France. Arendt's most powerful acceleration ability after starting. The two raced side by side in the first twenty meters, and almost everyone thought Tang Jue lost.

Other players from Paris Saint-Germain 2 stood under the parasol on the sidelines, and the parasol they were in was facing the finish line. The two of them scored the winner in the last three meters. They saw a head of black hair sticking out like an arrow, and the short guy actually won!

In an instant, Sak let out a howl!

Below the howling, there were more sighs, which were the voices of other team members, because they lost!

Cantona couldn't help laughing, then his brow frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

...

After crossing the finish line, Tang Jue did not stop immediately, but ran forward more than ten meters with inertia. After Arendt crossed the finish line, he was still running quickly, as if the race was not over yet, and he must defeat Tang Jue. Because he is the king of this track, no one has defeated him here before.

A gust of wind blew, and Tang Jue's black hair fluttered in the wind!

This is the wind blowing from Arend's express run!

Arendt suddenly howled, his howling full of grief and reluctance. He was defeated by this short man, this black-haired Chinese, and he was unwilling to accept it!

Arendt gasped and turned around, his eyes as if he looked like a sword. He looked at Tang Jue and said, "Let's come again!"

Tang Jue suddenly smiled because he thought what Arendt said was funny. He showed his white teeth and said with a smile: "Arente, today I am testing, not racing thirty meters."

Arendt still didn't give up, and he said, "Or, we will come again after you run twelve minutes after the test. I underestimated you just now, I didn't do my best. I must be faster than you!"

Tang Jue looked at Arendt seriously and said, "I'll run after 12 minutes. You can compete with me thirty meters again? Humph! Do you think it's fair?"

Arendt's face turned red. If it was to be fair, he should have accompanied Tang Jue to run 12 minutes together, and then run the 30-meter race. However, 12 minutes of running was too hard. He didn't want to accompany Tang Jue to run 12 minutes.

Tang Jue continued: "And I tell you, I didn't do my best just now. I just accelerated in the last few meters and easily surpassed you. If I had accelerated earlier, you would have been defeated long ago!"

Tang Jue's words inspired Arendt's fighting spirit. He was once the king of this track. He wanted to defend his status as king. A sharp flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind!

Tang Jue suddenly said, "You wouldn't have thought of running with me for twelve minutes and then going to the competition again, right?"

Arendt's eyes had already aroused his fighting spirit, and he said fiercely: "That's what I think!"

Tang Jue smiled and said happily: "Okay!"

Facing the challenge, head on!

...

The technician looked at the electronic stopwatch in his hand, which showed: 3.55 seconds. This is Arendt's result.

"It increased by 0.1 second!" he said in surprise.

Lakenbe looked at the electronic stopwatch in his hand in surprise and said, "3.47 seconds."

Obviously, Tang Jue shocked him a lot because he knew Benzema's 30-meter score, Benzema's 30-meter score was 3.54 seconds!

This means that Tang Jue's speed of 30 meters is the fastest in France!

His speed of 30 meters can rank among the top five in Europe!

Cantona shook his fan and walked up arrogantly, asking, "How many?"

"3.55 seconds"

"3.47 seconds"

Cantona suppressed his joy in his eyes and said to the technician fiercely: "I said that he is very fast and there is no need to test it. Look, the results are so good now." Obviously, he is still worried about what happened just now. He is venting his dissatisfaction.

The technician ignored his dissatisfaction and continued to insist: "According to the regulations..."

"Okay, I won't care about these things with you." Cantona interrupted him rudely. He shook his fan and walked slowly under the parasol with arrogance. He seemed to be thinking about something.

The technicians registered their results in the notebook. At this time, Tang Jue and Arendt walked under the parasol where the player was. Sack was collecting the money, his face was filled with excitement, and his golden eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Haddard, fast, five thousand...Arnold, six thousand, fast..."

He held a large stack of colorful francs in his hand, and his eyes turned into two crescent moons. The other players shook their heads, reluctantly took out the money from their sports bags and handed it to Sach.

Tang Jue and Arendt looked at them curiously. Goalkeeper Arnold handed the money to Sach. He saw Arendt and asked loudly: "Alent, why did you let go of water just now? I lost six thousand!"

Arendt's face turned red and he was very embarrassed. How could he not run so hard? He is the king on this track. If he wants to defend his king's glory, how could he let the water go? If Tang Jue's speed is too bad and he wins too much, he lets some water go and don't let his opponent lose too ugly, there is something else.

However, the two of them were running side by side just now, and it was not until the last three meters before they decided to win. How could he let the water go?

Only then did Tang Jue realize that they were gambling. It’s really a casino everywhere in life!

Tang Juepai Pai Pai Saq, who was counting money, asked, "How much did you win?"

"160,000!" Sak said happily. He turned his head and saw that it was Tang Jue. His two crescent moons became smaller and he could hardly see his pupils. He patted Tang Jue's shoulder hard and said loudly: "Tang, you run so fast, do you know, Arendt has never lost here, they all bet Arendt wins. Haha, ha... I won, oh, no, it should be said that we won together. Thank you for your hard work, come and drink water!"

Sak handed the mineral water in his hand to Tang Jue, and he forgot the water, and he had already drunk it.

After the game, Sack was very depressed because he was at a disadvantage in the match against Tang Jue. Now he is very happy because he won, 160,000, which is equivalent to his half-month salary!

Tang Jue Yangyang said that he had water on his right hand. Tang Jue blinked and said, "Wait a minute, I will run after twelve minutes, and I will still compete with Arendt. I will be the banker. Do you still have to place bets?"

Everyone looked at Tang Jue in surprise, and then looked at Arendt. After running for twelve minutes, they still have to compete? This is so crazy! By the way, this seems unfair. Tang Jue ran for twelve minutes, so Arendt is resting...

Arendt said with a solemn expression: "For fairness, I will run with him for twelve minutes."

It's fair now, but who should win the bet? Tang didn't win much just now, and the speed of the two seemed to be much different...

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, they were hesitating. Tang Jue said, "Okay, you don't have to make a decision immediately. You will make a decision after we run twelve minutes."

He turned to look at Arendt again and asked, "Are you okay?"

So fast? Arendt glanced at Tang Jue in confusion. How could the pride of youth be trampled on by the other party at will? Arendt raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay!"

After giving instructions to the technicians, Tang Jue and Arendt began to run around the football field for twelve minutes. In the sunset, only two shadows were accompanying them.

Tang Jue's chest was undulating rhythmically. In the heat, the sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks desperately. The crystal sweat shone brightly in the sunset, as if pearls were glowing. Arendt looked a little painful twenty meters behind Tang Jue, and his breathing was very strong.

As time goes by, Arendt is pulled further and further by Tang Jue. The players' eyes under the parasol are not hesitating. Haddad said softly in Sach's ear: "As Arendt is really cunning, he actually looks painful. I want to bet, are you?"

Sak's brows froze slightly. He had not made the final decision yet, and he had no idea about Tang Jue at all.

"I want to go down!"

"I want to go down!"

The teammates made decisions because they saw that Arendt was preserving his strength!

Sack looked at the distance between the two and made a decision!

...

"Time is up!" the technician shouted!

Tang Jue slowed down and ran forward slowly. Arendt bent over, in great pain!

"3150 meters!" Lakenbe said to the technician, afraid that the technician would make the distance wrong. The technician said little by little, "Yes, Don's grade is 3150 meters." He looked up at the painful Arendt and said, "Arente's grade is not good, only 2750 meters. He could run more than three thousand meters before. He is in a bad state today."

Lakenbe was quite satisfied with Tang Jue's twelve-minute running results. In terms of physical fitness, speed is the most important thing for a striker, but not very high requirements for endurance. Tang Jue's performance is in the middle of the team, but in the upper level of the striker.

Tang Jue stopped, took a few deep breaths, walked under the parasol, with a relaxed face. He asked everyone, "Have you considered it? We'll play in five minutes!"

"Okay, I'm going to bet!"

"Yes, I have to place a bet, too!"

The players said that they had made a decision. Tang absolutely said to Sack: "Sack, please help me record." Sack looked at Tang Jue's confident face and he began to shake.

"Okay!" Sack said gritting his teeth. He stopped hesitating and began to register his teammates' bets.

The movement under the parasol attracted the attention of another parasol. The coach generally ignored this kind of gambling between players. This kind of gambling has little bet and will inspire the players' fighting spirit most of the time.

Cantona raised her eyebrows and said to Lakenbe, "Lakenbe, why don't we bet too!"

Cantona is a stadium fighter, and fighters are good at gambling!

Lakenbe looked at Cantona, thought for a moment and said, "Okay! Then I'll take a gamble!"

"I have to place bets, too," said assistant coach Gamero.

Human nature is a gambler, and everyone likes to bet!

Some people bet on the future with today, some people bet on the future with the future. The purpose of bets is the same, all for winning, only the bets are different. Some people bets with their bodies, some people bets with their health, and some people bets with their money directly. Tang Jue only has one thousand francs, and he doesn’t have much money, so he can only bets with confidence!
Chapter completed!