“wang qiang, luo wenjing, how was the game today... two children, fighting at home. wang bing was crying. he had to find his father and his mother. no, i brought him here. now that you have finished the race, wang bin can follow you.“said jakes.
“this yellow man, this little athlete, is the one who won the prize last time?“ between a reporter and james.
“这个黄种人,这个小运动员,就是上次获奖的那位?”之间一名记者,在和詹姆斯说道。
“did you say wang bing?
“你说王兵吗?”
“yeah, on the track, the fourth boy. this kid, his eyes are firwww i can tell from his eyes that he must be in the top three this time!“said the reporter. he took the pictures he needed and put them away.
“yes, i know the boy. i“m still good friends with his father. in the last match, they all got places. perhaps it is, the child, who has the gene for sprinting!“said james.