Chapter 272 Wanyan Ningjie was dumbfounded Except for Zhao Yingluo, the other courtiers of the Song Dynasty also looked solemn at this moment, unable to hide the anxiety in their hearts. They looked at the Jin players on the field and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts. The Song Dynasty has worked hard to organize this national fitness competition for more than half a year, investing a lot of manpower and material resources. If the honor of this championship is finally taken away by the Jin people, then where will the face of the Song Dynasty be? However, the gap in strength is there, and it is really difficult to defeat the Jinren. Zhao Yingluo took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She knows that now is not the time to despair, the game is not over yet, everything can still turn around. She glanced at the list of those who advanced to the finals, and Yue Yun's name was clearly written on it. It turned out that Yue Fei's eldest son also participated in this competition and did well and successfully advanced to the finals. This gave Zhao Yingluo some confidence. Now that the final will be held in two days, there is still time for her to find ways to improve the strength of Da Song players.
Zhao Yingluo decided to use this last time to conduct special training for Da Song's contestants and strive to make a breakthrough in the finals. Early the next morning, Zhao Yingluo called a dozen Song Dynasty players who had advanced to the finals to the school field. She looked at them and asked in a serious tone: "Can you win?" The players looked at each other and didn't speak for a while. They knew that Zhao Yingluo was asking about the odds of winning the finals, but facing the powerful Jinguo players, they really didn't have much confidence. When Zhao Yingluo saw that they were silent, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart. She raised her voice and said: "Do you want me, the Princess of the Song Dynasty, to defeat them on your behalf? Do you know how ashamed you are? As people of the Song Dynasty, you should have the backbone of the Song Dynasty! I tell you, this This game is not only a sports competition, but also a battle of honor between our Song Dynasty and the Kingdom of Jin! " Zhao Yingluo's words hit the players' hearts like a heavy hammer, causing them to wake up instantly. he We are aware of our responsibilities and missions, and also understand the importance of this game. They all expressed that they would go all out to win. "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely win the championship title in tomorrow's final! I will never let the golden man get his wish!" Yue Yun's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of confidence and determination. Zhao Yingluo couldn't help but feel a little relieved when she saw the determination and courage on the faces of Yue Yun and other players. She knew she had succeeded in inspiring their fighting spirit and desire to win. She believes that as long as they work together and move forward bravely, they will be able to create miracles in this game! Three days later, the day of the finals finally arrived. The entire school ground was surrounded by water, full of people, and very lively. Spectators came from all over to see this unprecedented game. Zhao Yingluo was sitting in the main stand, her eyes firm and confident, as if she had foreseen the coming victory. Behind her, Wanyan Ningjie, the envoy from the Kingdom of Jin, also looked expectant. He glanced at the Song players who were warming up on the field, and his eyes stayed on Yue Yun for a few seconds longer. Seeing that Yue Yun had stripped down to his tights and was almost shirtless, Wanyan Ningjie couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and reveal a sarcastic smile. "Haha, it seems that the players from Da Song Dynasty really tried their best to win the game."
Wanyan Ningjie said sarcastically, "However, even if you take off all your clothes, you still can't defeat our warriors from the Great Jin Kingdom!" Zhao Yingluo frowned slightly when she heard this, but did not turn around to look at Yan Ningjie. She knew that any verbal disputes at this time were unnecessary. Only speaking with strength on the playing field could truly shut up the other party. At this moment, the referee gave the order and the game officially started! Players from both sides rushed out like arrows. Yue Yun and others were wearing Zhao Yingluo's special running shoes. Their steps were light and powerful, as if they could leap far with every step. Their running postures are also different from usual. The swing range of their arms is reduced and the body leans forward at a larger angle. This is an improvement made by Zhao Yingluo based on the teachings of later generations of physical education teachers. Wanyan Ningjie's face gradually became serious as she looked at the players running on the field. He found that his previous contempt for Song players seemed a bit premature. Although these players wear strange clothes and shoes, they are indeed very fast and their running postures are also extremely weird. "What's going on? Why are they so fast?" Wanyan Ningjie began to feel uneasy. Halfway through the game, Wanyan Ningjie could no longer sit still. He stood up and stared nervously at the players on the court. At this time, Yue Yun and others had already opened a considerable gap between the players of Dajin Kingdom, and the gap was still gradually widening. "No! This is impossible!" Wanyan Ningjie could not accept the reality in front of her. He originally thought that this game was just a formality, and that Jin Guo's victory was a certainty. But now it seems that things are not that simple. As the game progressed, Wanyan Ningjie became more and more excited. Sometimes he shouted loudly, sometimes he clenched his fists and smashed the railings of the stands. His eyes were full of anxiety, anger and unwillingness. When Yue Yun finally crossed the finish line and won the race, Wanyan Ningjie seemed to have been drained of energy and slumped down on the chair. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he was still immersed in the game just now and couldn't extricate himself. Zhao Yingluo stood up with a calm expression, her eyes shining with victory. She turned around and looked at Wanyan Ningjie, and said in a calm tone: "Wanyan Envoy, what do you think? The warriors of the Song Dynasty are not just people who live in vain, right?" Wanyan Ningjie was silent for a long time before slowly raising her head. The arrogance and disdain in his eyes were gone, replaced by a hint of awe and respect. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "The players from your country are indeed extraordinary and admirable." However, Wanyan Ningjie did not give in. He glanced at Zhao Yingluo, with an unconvinced smile on his lips, and said: "Your Highness, don't think that winning a small competition is a big deal. What difference can you see from this mere thirty feet distance?" Come? On the real battlefield, our warriors have to run more than a hundred feet!" Zhao Yingluo sneered when she heard this, with a bit of disdain in her eyes. She said calmly: "Wan Yan Envoy, if you feel that the previous competition is not exciting enough, then wait and see. The next competition may be an eye-opener for you." Wanyan Ningjie raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when she heard the referee give an order and the 300-foot long distance race began!
This time, the representative figure of the Song Dynasty was Zhu Hanqing, the son of Zhu Shengfei. He has a slender figure and a handsome face. He is also wearing tights and special running shoes like Yue Yun at the moment, looking like he is ready to go.
