The registration deadline for the sports meet is the 10th.
Wan Feng’s estimate was correct, there would be a lot of people signing up.
Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw the registration list for Xiaoshutun District, stars flashed before his eyes.
Holy crap! How many people have signed up? Especially for the competitions, the names are as densely packed as ants moving before the rain.
Wan Feng didn't look at how many names there were, he just counted the pages, and he filled almost an entire 16-page lesson preparation book.
The estimated number of applicants is over a thousand.
Xiaoshutun, the factories in Nan Da Wan, Sanjiaodi and Wankou have a total population of more than 20,000. It is normal for more than a thousand people to sign up.
Based on this trend, there will also be so many people signing up in Wahou District and Dashutun District.
Including several other teams, there are an estimated four to five thousand people who have signed up.
This is almost catching up with the Provincial Games.
If we don't select people in advance, you'll see what a mess it will be.
Compared with competitions, the number of people who sign up for track and field events is much more reasonable, only about forty or fifty people.
It seems that the standards of track and field events have stopped most people from trying to take advantage of the situation.
Wan Feng didn't dare to count how many people were in the book. He was worried that if he counted the number of people in the book, he would probably need to get glasses.
Give the notebook to Yimeng quickly and let them get rid of myopia.
He also said earnestly that this glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you, and you should not disappoint the people of Jiangwei who have high expectations of you. After the sports meeting, he would take the Communist Youth League members to travel.
Yimeng felt more comfortable listening to this last sentence.
"Boss Wan! You're not going to take us to the beach for a barbecue and call that a trip, are you?"
They often go there every summer.
"What are you thinking about! It's nice enough to take you to the rubber dam for a picnic, but you're still thinking about the beach."
Great! It’s only four miles from here to the rubber dam, so we can even save on the bus fare.
The Xiaoshutun athlete selection venue is in the yard of the technical school.
On the 13th, Yimeng brought members of the Communist Youth League to draw a running track in the yard of the technical school.
On the 14th, the selection officially began.
The technical school yard was full of people, including athletes who had signed up for the sports meet and people who were just watching.
The bustling sounds from the technical school can be heard from far away.
Wan Feng didn’t understand. It was just a trial competition, not a formal competition. What was there to see?
The weather was too hot, so Wan Feng didn't go to join in the fun. He planned to wait until the selection was almost over before taking a look.
Finally, a dark cloud came over and brought a cool breeze, and someone squatting under the sycamore tree in front of the old factory in Nanwan felt a cool breeze.
My body felt cool, but my eyes felt hot.
Luan Feng, wearing a bright red sportswear, came from the direction of the bay mouth with a dozen girls.
It's impossible not to feel hot wearing a red sportswear in this weather.
Could it be that this woman has signed up for the selection?
This needs to be asked.
"Come here!" Wan Feng waved to Luan Feng.
Luan Feng walked over with a giggle.
"You're not going to sign up, are you?"
"Why not? I still want to go up and compete for first place!"
Wan Feng is having a headache. You, the CEO of a garment factory, are running on the playground with others? Can you please be more aware of your status?
"Pay attention to your identity! I am who I am. I don't think I have any identity. You are living such a hypocritical life."
This sentence choked someone up: "I'm hypocritical? This is the first time I've heard someone call me hypocritical."
"Then why don't you go and sign up? If you do, first place in the long-distance race will probably be yours."
"Then what?"
"Win a certificate and a prize!"
"Haha! Am I missing a certificate or a prize?"
Luan Feng thought about it and realized that was right. The certificate was just a piece of paper representing honor, and it seemed to be of no use to Wan Feng. This guy didn't take honor seriously.
If he took honor seriously, he wouldn't hide behind many things.
As for the prizes…what use does the South Bay Group’s CEO have for the prizes?
"You can become famous! Everyone in Jiangwei will know you."
"Do you think there's still anyone in Jiangwei who doesn't recognize me now?"
Of course, a breastfeeding baby doesn’t recognize you!
Of course, I didn’t say this, because if I did, I would be scolded.
"Yeah! You're rich and famous now, so of course you don't have to go. No one cares if you don't go, but I have to go anyway. Oh, and Zhang Xuan has signed up too."
Wan Feng took a deep breath, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart was beating wildly.
Why did Luan Feng suddenly mention Zhang Xuan?
"I didn't stop you from going. What did you sign up for?" He quickly changed the subject.
"One hundred meters, two hundred meters and long jump."
Also reported long jump?
"Is the selection complete?"
"I failed the 200 meters, but I was selected for the 100 meters."
Luan Feng is very good at running.
The two of them had competed on the beach in Laodaokou in the past. Luan Feng had extremely strong explosive power, but he wasn't selected for the 200-meter race?
It can be seen that there are really capable people in these factories in Xiaoshutun District.
"It's okay, I'm going back."
Wan Feng nodded, and Luan Feng walked back to the garment factory with light steps.
At noon, Wan Feng took his lunch box to the cafeteria to eat.
The weather was too hot at noon today, and he didn't want to go back, so he planned to have a meal in the cafeteria.
The dishes for lunch were tofu for 1 cent, stir-fried tofu skin with chili peppers for 15 cents, stewed potatoes with meat for 2 cents, and stir-fried meat with garlic for 2 cents.
Wan Feng bought tofu for 1 cent and tofu skin with chili peppers for 15 cents.
Then he carried the lunch box to a table where a group of foreigners were sitting.
Whenever Wan Feng eats in the cafeteria at noon, he usually eats with foreigners.
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