Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Frost spreads fern-like patterns on the iron windows of the lounge. When Li Weijun leans over to tie his shoelaces, the muscles on his back outline a smooth inverted triangle under his sportswear.

There was an urging voice in Russian coming from outside the door, mumbling unclearly with a thick tongue. Li Weijun knew nothing about Russian and could only vaguely judge the meaning from the facial expressions and demeanor.

At the end of the corridor came a roar of applause. When Li Weijun stepped onto the runway with the national flag draped over his shoulders, the screams of the Ross girls suddenly rose three octaves.

The local audience in the front row holding a "Siberian Eagle" banner were surprised to find that the oriental athlete's exposed calves were as muscular as those of a nimble cheetah.

The Russian people, young and old, have always advocated the survival of the fittest.

, the law of the jungle that only the fittest survive, so when they saw Li Weijun, who had outstanding physical fitness, they looked at each other and could see each other's shock and astonishment.

Since there was no hype in Russia, Li Weijun, a strange oriental face, naturally had no reputation among the Russian people. With his black hair, black pupils, sword-like brows and sharp eyes, and his tall stature and perfect muscle lines, his surging masculinity made both men and women in Russia dazed for a moment.

Even the commentator with a loud tongue focused on this for a moment, and of course, the introductory words were just glanced over.

"Comrade Li Weijun, who came from an ancient country, was once praised as a sleeping lion by the Napoleon City that crossed the Alps. Can Comrade Li Weijun, who came from afar, live up to this praise?"

The commentator was very economical with his words. After summarizing the situation in just one sentence, he focused his remarks on his own country's athletes and other satellite allies.

Although Li Weijun was somewhat unhappy, he also understood that one has to bow his head when under someone's roof. Apart from anything else, Ross in this dimension is at the peak of his power at the moment, and with various satellite allies around him, he is well-deserved to be the leader.

Far away in a foreign country, Li Weijun did not expect much attention. He glanced behind the audience seats and saw many middle-aged men with big bellies and overeating in a conspicuous position.

Most of these people were dressed solemnly. Although their suits were tailor-made for them, they still looked a little funny because they had gained weight and their bodies were deformed.

In the intervals of the conversation, he would point here and there with his fat fingers. As he waved his fingers, some people around him who looked like bodyguards or agents would whisper something in his ears.

"I guess this is the Corn Emperor?"

Li Weijun sneered for a moment. To be honest, the Corn Emperor was actually a good man. Whether he was building tube buildings or providing material and technical assistance to the allies, he really had a pure heart.

It's a pity that we were fooled by Mr. Li, a master of folk science, and insisted on opening up land and planting corn in the wind and frost of the north in the hope of solving the food problem. Our original intention was good, but it was implemented incorrectly.

Apart from being a good deceiver, Lysenko's technical level is really worrying. The corn fields he cultivated were not adapted to local conditions at all, but were cultivated on a large scale in a chaotic manner.

As a result, after a sandstorm, all his investments were lost and he himself became a ruined person.

Compared to Emperor Nidi, who had his chest covered with medals, the Corn Emperor was relatively simple and pure.

As if he noticed Li Weijun's glance, Glutinous Corn shifted his gaze over there. There seemed to be a hint of encouragement in his eyes, and with the body movement of waving his hands, it can be seen that Mr. Fat Corn still has a spirit of fair competition.

At the same time, Li Weijun also noticed Natasha, who was standing slightly in the front row. Today, Natasha not only had long flowing black hair that fell behind her long windbreaker, but also wore a pair of slender and straight high heels, which made her slim figure look even more stylish.

As if she noticed Li Weijun's gaze, Natasha deliberately gave him a coquettish look. This intelligence officer was really a good person to torment people and was very good at getting information from them.

When he got to this point, Li Weijun couldn't help but shiver in his calves. You know, Natasha had tortured him quite a bit in the past few days. If he wasn't strong enough to hold on, he would probably have to lie in bed for many days before he could recover.

"Everyone is in position!"

Hungarian athlete Kovacs suddenly started coughing violently. Although he was quite close to Russia, the unique bitter cold of this ice and snow country still caused the bubbles in his lungs to squeeze each other. If he didn't adjust his breathing frequency, he would even feel cramps and coldness.

Bulgarian strongman Petkov's pupils shrank slightly as he noticed that every joint of his opponent moved with precise mechanical beauty during his warm-up.

The moment the starting gun exploded, Li Weijun's right leg exploded with a force like a mountain torrent. The wood chips from the broken starting block splashed on the fourth track, but no one in the referee's seat protested - the 0.101 second starting reaction time on the electronic screen was exactly at the theoretical limit of human nerve reflexes.

"He's flying!" Valentin, a retired track and field coach in the audience, stood up suddenly. The old coach who trained an Olympic champion thirty years ago saw clearly that Li Weijun adopted the short track speed skating arm swinging posture in the first thirty meters. This improved technique gave him amazing grip on the track covered with ice crystals.

At 50 meters, Li Weijun's sportswear was blown up by the strong wind. The audience gasped - the undulating muscles between his waist and abdomen showed his amazing explosive power.

When Li Weijun crossed the finish line in 9.83 seconds, the beeping sound of the timer was completely drowned out by the cheers. The Norwegian chief referee took off his glasses tremblingly. After seeing the wind speed meter showing a headwind of 1.2m/s, he suddenly shouted to the media: "This is the greatest headwind result in human track and field history!"

The sound of thunderous drums suddenly rolled over the northwest corner of the stands. Twenty foreign students beat the majestic Jinnan drums, blending the melody of "General's Order" with the stomping rhythm of the Russian audience. An old woman in mink wiped her eyes and said to her granddaughter: "I saw a figure like this sixty years ago."

On the podium, Li Weijun frowned as he bit the gold medal. Natasha, who was in the crowd, could clearly see the blood oozing from his back teeth - this was gum atrophy caused by years of overload training, which finally cracked in the minus 30 degree cold wind.

"As expected of the man I've chosen, he runs at a devilish speed."

Thanks to her seat in the front row, Natasha squeezed over to shake his hand and deliberately scratched his palm with her nails.

Jiang Xifeng, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around and poured the ginseng tea in her thermos cup onto the isolation belt. The rising hot steam condensed into provocative arrows in the air.