Just starting, the Sun's reporter exceeded everyone's footsteps, and while running in the back, the Sun's reporter further expanded its advantages over others. It rushed through the finish line like a gust of wind, throwing Bao Saiang, who was running in second place, for more than ten meters.

What's even more important is that after this guy ran, he was obviously relaxed. While trotting, he waved to the others. Bao Saiang, who was running in the second place, was almost breathless.

However, although he was left behind by a reporter from the Sun, Bao Saiang still ran to the second group and successfully entered the second round.

There were some group preliminaries in the meeting, but Marie Henry Bell had no intention of continuing to watch. He wanted to go down quickly and celebrate with his friends. So he went down the stairs to the first floor and headed towards the athletes' rest area.

The athlete's rest area was already crowded with many people, and all kinds of shouts were heard. Mary Henry Bell spent a lot of effort to squeeze in, and squeezed into the front of the iron fence that separated the athlete's rest area and the audience area.

During this process, a policeman shouted to him: "Hey, young man, don't squeeze in."

"My friend has advanced, I want to congratulate him!" Mary Henry Bell answered, while continuing to squeeze in. Generally speaking, the police and gentlemen are always relatively tolerant of decent people who can buy tickets to enter the venue. If they were a foreign worker at the train station and squeezed hard after the police warned this, the police would probably pounce on him directly, smash a baton on his head, then drag him out, press him to the ground, and then press his knees hard on the guy's neck, which made him call him mom.

But here, it is obviously not like this, because you can afford tickets, and those who come here to watch the competition are all decent people. Isn’t the reason why France has police officers to serve these decent people?

The policeman just smiled, but did not take any forced actions, did not pull out the baton, nor pulled out Mary Henry Bell and pressed it to the ground, and with his knees, he finally squeezed in with his strong body trained by his army.

"Hey, Bao Seong! Bao Seong!" Mali-Henry Berla slapped on the iron fence and shouted inside. Although he actually didn't see his friends there at all.

"Mari!" But Bao Saiang first saw Mali Henry Berla dancing on the railing, and walked over as he responded.

"Ha, Jacques, great! Congratulations on advancing!" Marie Henry Berla shouted to Bosseyon with joy.

"It's nothing, it's just good luck." Bao Saiang seemed unhappy, "It's just good luck. There is only one reporter in our team. Otherwise, you'll see that the gap between us and the reporter is too big."

"What's this?" Mary Henry Berla encouraged him, "Jacques cannot use his hobbies to challenge others' professionalism in eating. And, to be honest, I think the gap between you and that reporter is not as big as you imagined. Have you noticed his unique starting method? When I came down, I thought about it carefully and found that this starting method was too reasonable, too convenient to exert force, and too suitable for starting. So just starting, he suddenly surpassed you."

"He ran much faster than me on the way, and he didn't have much effort yet."

"Jacques, that's because his weight is much smaller than you." Mali-Henry Berla continued to cheer him up, "You must know that even a little bit of burden can significantly slow you down when running at high speed. Well, you may have heard that General Ogero once captured a whole battalion of rebels with a horse whip. Do you know where his other weapons have gone?"

"I threw it away in order to chase the enemy, you told me." Bao Saiang replied.

"Ah, you imagine that it's a little heavier than a war horse, a cloak, a saber, and a pistol, but throwing these things can even make the horses run faster, not to mention that trousers and other things don't just add weight, they hold their feet. So, look at the heroes of the ancient times, even when they compete in the Olympics."

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

"I heard people say that there are such clothes in the 'Chris Men's Clothing Store', called sportswear, but this kind of clothes is really too... and 'Chris'' clothes are surprisingly expensive, so no one bought them." A man next to him interrupted.

"Hey, brother." Bao Saiang patted Mali-Henry Berla's hand and said, "Can you do me a favor? There will be a train back to Paris soon. There is a 'Chris Men' opposite the train station. Brother, please help me and buy me a set of clothes. Well, there are shoes called running shoes - I just saw that guy has nails under his shoes. Well, wait for me, I'll get the money."

After saying this, Bao Saiang turned and left. After a while, he came back with a large wallet, took out a handful of banknotes and handed them to Mary-Henry Berra. "Brother, I have thirty francs here, I don't know if it's enough - the costumes of 'Chris' have always been surprisingly expensive. If it's not enough, please help me with a little. I'll give it back to you in the future."

"Okay!" replied Mary Henry Bella, who knew that this classmate's family was rich.

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

The main venue is not far from Paris, so soon Marie-Henry Berla returned to the city center. Opposite the train station is the specialty stores of "Chris Men's Clothing" and "Chris Women's Clothing", and the next one is Bowang Bank.

Marie Henry Bell pulled into the store and explained his purpose to a young lady who was smiling sweetly. With her help, she found a complete set of sprint clothing, including running shoes.

"How much does this set cost?" asked Mary-Henry Berra.

"Ah, it's a total of one hundred and ten francs." The young lady who smiled sweetly replied.

"Why don't you go to rob? Are there only a few pieces of cloth?" Marie Henry Belle almost jumped up.

But he wouldn't say such thoughts, and he suddenly understood why there was a Bowang Bank next to the "Chris" store...
Chapter completed!