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Back at the main venue, Marie-Henri Berla quickly squeezed out of the athletes' rest area. At this moment, Bossian was watching eagerly.

"Hey, here you go bro, I remember we were about the same size, you wore my dress, you wore my shoes, you got my athlete's foot by the way - I bought a set in my size , you go and change quickly." Marie-Henry Berla said while handing over the bag containing the clothes.

"Okay, thank you so much." Bao Saiang said, "When you tell me, my feet start to itch again...Damn it, there is no changing room here."

"Ah, my friend, don't worry about it, the crowd here is all men, if you can reveal something that we don't know, then you don't have to compete anymore, we will send you directly to the laboratory of the Academy of Sciences Go slice it." Marie-Henry Bella laughed.

Bao Saiang looked around, and then began to take off his pants.

Bossian put on this sportswear, moved around a bit, and said, "It seems to be much lighter. No wonder those Greeks back then... um, how much is this thing?"

"One hundred and one is francs. You say it's only a few pieces of cloth, and they dare to ask for so much. Why don't they just go and rob it?"

"Normal. 'Chris' clothes are ridiculously expensive. But believe it or not, if 'Chris' clothes were not so expensive, no one would buy them. Many people buy this clothes, but they don't care about the clothes, but It’s something that the clothes can represent.” Bossian said, “For example, the clothes in the ‘Chris’ series are always a bit weird in shape, but some people just like this tone.”

"They don't like this tone, they like to wear this clothes, they can say to those poor people: you are a poor man. And they can say to those old-fashioned rich people: you are an old-fashioned old-fashioned who is behind the times." Marie-Henry Bella replied.

"Maybe." Bao Saiang said, "But when you mentioned robbery just now, well, I want to say that buying this kind of clothes is already more efficient than robbery. Think about it, if you want to rob, you must first find the target. Judging whether he has money on him at this time, and whether it is worth grabbing. You also need to judge whether there is a wallet or a pistol in his bulging pocket, and whether you will be killed if you try to rob him. You also have to risk being caught by the police The risk of living, and then, for example, if you rob me, you will only get thirty francs.

But, if you look at them, there is no such trouble at all. They are sitting in the store, and you will deliver it to your door, open your wallet, and take out all the money and hand it to them. If they are not satisfied, you will even ask family and friends to lend them money - have you ever seen someone who was robbed asked family and friends to lend money to the robber? So I look down on those robbers the most, they have no technical content at all..."

At this time, the horn sounded outside again, and a group of athletes was going to the second round of sprinting.

"Hey, buddy, it's my turn soon, I'm going to get ready, um, you go back to the stands too!" Bao Saiang said.

"Okay, come on! I wish you continue to advance!" Marie-Henri Berla said.

Back in his seat, just as he sat down, Mari-Henri Berla heard the girl shout again: "My God, why are they all dressed like this!"

Mari-Henry Berla quickly raised his binoculars and looked over the sports field, and saw that almost all the athletes had turned into shorts and tank tops. After a closer look, I discovered the clues, these vests actually have buttons, and these shorts—hell, these "sports clothes" were directly processed with scissors, not knives. Because no one goes to a game with scissors. As for knives, they are easy to find. For example, the police who maintain order must have knives.

The shorts are simply cut short of the trousers. Some guys have different lengths on both sides of the trousers because of their poor technique. As for the vests, it's the same. If you look closely, you can see that those vests were also cut off with scissors or even a knife.

In addition to the change in dress, another change is that many people began to imitate the starting posture of the reporter from The Sun. Nearly half of them adopted a half-squatting starting position. It's just that many people encourage imitation after seeing it once, and the posture is not maintained properly, and it looks a bit nondescript.

But it turns out that even such a parody can be useful. As soon as the starting gun was fired, all the people who rushed to the front had their sleeves and trousers cut off, and adopted a starting posture with their buttocks up—although there was also a person who fell down at the start because of poor grasp of movements. The fool who took the same measures fell last. But the top two in this group are both good learners.

Obviously, the performance of each group will have a direct impact on the players in the next group. So when the next group of players stood in front of the starting line, there was no one who was not wearing a vest and shorts. And when it came to the group below, that is, Bao Sai'ang's group, when preparing for the start, no one had put their buttocks up. And the speed of the whole group has obviously increased. But even so, Bossian still won the first place in the group, although Mary-Henry Bell still felt that he should not be as fast as the reporter from the Sun newspaper.

Mary-Henry Bell was about to go down to celebrate with his classmates, but he saw that the players in the group below had already stood on the track, and there was a buzz in the audience.

"What's wrong?" Mary-Henry Bell hurriedly looked over there. Immediately found that the situation of this group is really different, in this group, there are two reporters!

One was a reporter from the Sun newspaper that Mary-Henry Bell had met before, and the other was a reporter with "Scientific Pravda" printed on his chest.

"Qiangqiang met! This looks good." Mary-Henry Bell didn't care to celebrate another victory of his friend. He quickly watched the game intently.

"Hey, brother, who do you think will win? The 'Scientific Pravda' or the 'Sun'?" A young man sitting next to him probably also became excited, and patted Mari-Henry Bell on the shoulder, saying to him Said so.

"I think the 'Sun'." Mari-Henry Bell said, "I heard people say that the guys from 'Science Pravda' don't need to run outside at all, the news will go to them first. And the 'Sun' Report 'That's really going to run outside."

"I don't know, but there is indeed such a saying... Ah, it's about to start!"

The athletes all started to start, with their eight buttocks raised high. With the firing of the starting gun, all eight people rushed out, and it turned out that two reporters were significantly faster, and the one from the "Sun" was obviously faster than the "Scientific Pravda". At the last crossing the line, he threw the reporter from "Scientific Pravda" at least two meters away.

"Sure enough, there's no one in the world who can run faster than a reporter from The Sun!" shouted the boy next to him.

This is the end of Bao Saiang's one-day game. There are still some group games later, but Mary-Henry Bell no longer intends to continue watching. He was going to see the venue for the upcoming show jumping. If he could afford the money, he could even ride his own horse and go for a lap right now, but Marie-Henry Bell didn't have the money, and even if he had, he wouldn't want to spend it on it—— The rental fee for the race track is more robbery than the "Chris" store.

However, as a registered player, he still has a free privilege. That is, he can enter the arena to inspect the track on the basis of his participation certificate. Of course, this investigation is also limited. He cannot enter the track and can only observe the track facilities from the staff walkway outside the track.

Mary-Henry Bell came to the entrance of the equestrian track and took out his participation certificate from the cavalry backpack he was carrying. A guard carefully read the entry pass over and over again, and then returned it to him, indicating that he can enter.

"There are some players on the track who are practicing to adapt to the venue. Please don't speak or shout loudly, and don't make violent movements when inspecting the venue."

Mary-Henry Bell nodded, fully understanding. As an old cavalry soldier, he knew that horses are actually quite timid and sensitive animals, easily frightened. After a series of training, war horses are slightly better in this respect, but horse racing is another matter.

Thinking about the price of renting a track for a lap, Marie-Henry Bell couldn't help but think of the description of the relationship between private property and inequality in "The Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality". So I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Sure enough, the creation of private property is the root of inequality."

A staff member took Mary-Henry Bell inside. He led Mary-Henry Bell up the staff walkway, where other contestants were also checking out the field.

The staff walkway is a road next to the track for the staff to use. In terms of width, it is not much narrower than the track, and it can accommodate a horse running. Mary-Henry Bell, led by that staff, went down the road.

Every time an obstacle is reached, the staff member will report the height of the obstacle and other data such as how far it is from the previous obstacle, and Marie-Henry Bell will also use a pencil to write down these numbers. recorded in a notebook.

The road then made a sharp turn, and a tall obstacle appeared in front of them.

"Fortunately, I checked it beforehand. Otherwise, there would be some trouble here. Such a turn would definitely slow down the speed of the horse significantly, and after turning around the turn, there would be no time to accelerate at all. This is the case ahead. It's a tall obstacle, and it's really hard for 'little smart ghost' to jump over here. Maybe I should also wear a tank top and shorts, and don't eat too much, and don't drink water before the game..."

Just thinking about it, Mary-Henry Bell suddenly heard a rush of horseshoes.