Feixiang Liu straightened his back and looked at the red color on the track.
“10.8.”
"This is Mr. Liu's limit."
"Every 0.1 is as difficult to cross as a natural moat.”
"But if we start at this speed and stabilize it, we will be outside the limit!”
……
"Liu Changchun! Good luck!"
"Liu Changchun! Good luck! Charge!"
The 30,000 Chinese people present were not stingy with their cheers.
This was their goal for crossing a hundred years to come here. It was also the only request in their hearts at this moment.
"Liu Changchun! Good luck!"
……
Huang Haonan stood in the broadcasting studio of the Central TV Station.
He was equally nervous!
"Can it surpass history?"
"In history, Liu Changchun ran at 11.1 this time. He was too tired. He didn't have time to rest, nor did he have time to adjust his condition.”
"But now, is it possible for him to break through that 11.1?”
"Good luck!"
……
In a small pork shop.
The surrounding vegetable vendors stomped their feet, their eyes shining."Charge! Charge! Keep it up!"
In the crowd, the man wearing the ill-fitting national shooting team uniform was wearing VI glasses. Although he did not make a sound, his muscles were tense.
"Break through yourself, Mr. Liu."
"Leave the medal to the future. You will break through your limits and shackles!”
……
In the village courtyard.
It was as if the door to the fourteen-year-old Li Dongsheng's dream had been opened today.
So…
He could even run like this.
It turned out that athletes had to wear a five-star flag.
It turned out that humans could run so fast.
There were still some crumbs at the corner of his mouth.
Li Dongsheng walked a few steps and squatted in front of the old TV.
He crossed his arms.
This was what dreams looked like.
……
In the picture.
The entire Los Angeles Olympics stadium was filled with cheers.
All the foreign athletes and spectators looked at their Chinese compatriots and kept quiet out of fear.
No one dared to make any more boos, let alone boos.
He didn't even dare to make a sound!
At least, the person in charge of this Olympics, the goatee, was right.
Weak people deserved to be bullied.
If you're being beaten, you have to stand at attention!
These foreigners completely followed this rule.
Everyone was standing very well!
He did not dare to move.
The red car that rushed out from the starting line was leading the way!
"Liu Changchun's starting posture is perfect. He's in the lead!”
Feixiang Liu wanted to grab the railing in front of him, but he found that he was only grabbing air.
However, at this time, he could not care so much.
"He's a little tired."
"A hundred meters. At sixty meters, the other contestants gradually caught up.”
"Liu Changchun has already landed in the third position, twenty meters left!”
“！！！”
No one could have imagined that the 30,000 Chinese people present could shout themselves hoarse in less than six seconds.
"He crossed the line!"
"Liu Changchun is fourth!"
Liu Feixiang was flabbergasted.
At the same time, he pressed the timer in his hand steadily!
The moment the Chinese red dot crossed the finish line, almost all of the Chinese compatriots present exclaimed.
……
Central TV's studio!
Many staff members covered their mouths.
It was too fast!
The final competition was too intense.
The competition for the 100-meter race was in full swing in the last 0.1 seconds.
" He reversed history…"
" Changing history…"
Huang Haonan's heart pounded heavily on his chest.
In 1938, Liu Changchun was unfortunately eliminated in the first round of the 100m sprint.
His score that day was fixed at 11.1.
But just now!
Liu Changchun was fourth, but he still didn't make it to the finals.
However, he had forcefully raised his ranking by three places!
……
Liu Changchun was half-kneeling on the ground. He felt his temples throbbing as if they were exploding.
He had a splitting headache because of the desperate sprint just now.
All the strength in his body seemed to have been sucked away by the 100 meters he ran.
His brain was buzzing.
Liu Changchun tried his best to stand up. He looked at the red compatriots in the stands as if they were phantoms.
He shook his head hard, trying to focus.
On the grandstand.
The athlete, who was later known as the flying man, raised his right hand.
She couldn't see what he was holding in his hand.
All that could be seen was that the red color of the stadium started to jump and fluctuate like a wave when the athlete raised his right hand.
The sound of a tsunami was transmitted to Liu Changchun's ears.
“10.68.”
"10.68 seconds!"
"He broke 10.8, breaking Liu Changchun's own limit!”
"In a situation where he had no rest and no recovery, he broke his own limit! He had brought the Asian record from 1938 to 10.68!!”
Among the audience, a man who was familiar to the people of the country shouted at the top of his lungs.
"At this moment, his soul is attached to his body. He is not alone, he has billions of Chinese compatriots behind him!”
"Although he still didn't make it to the finals, he reversed history and surpassed history! He changed history!"
Huang Jianxiang shouted at the scene unscrupulously.
His voice was drowned out by the crazier voices at the scene.
On the 100-meter sprint track.
Liu Changchun panted heavily as he slowly draped the flag that Su Chen had given him over his body.
He recalled what he had said before.
"I didn't come here to get first place.”
"It's to tell the world that China is here.”
"I…did it."
In the picture.
A dark-skinned Chinese man with yellow skin and a five-star robe stood on the track like a bright red.
The Western athletes around him cheered and celebrated entering the final.
However, he was still breathing heavily as he looked at the huge Olympic stands that were filled with foreigners.
When the ringing and dizziness in his mind stopped, Liu Changchun regained his vision.
The red sea on the stands seemed to have never been here before.
There was no confident black tunic suit on the main stage.
No one raised the timer in their right hand.
Liu Changchun slowly scanned the 1938 Olympics, where he was the only one left.
Some people didn't need to say goodbye.
Because one day, they would meet again.
Until now.
All the foreigners in the 1938 live audience still did not dare to make any boos.
Liu Changchun lowered his head, turned around and walked to the exit alone.
The foreign athletes passing by dared not speak when they saw him.
Because that powerful country had once appeared behind him.
"Did they really come?"
A javelin thrower frowned and looked at Liu Changchun.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp…
Footsteps echoed.
Liu Changchun's back gradually disappeared into the dimly lit passage.
The five-star and red flag in his hand could prove it.
They had been here!
A hundred years later, they would appear again.
When they appear again, you must be careful.
Just as Su Chen had said.
At that time, all foreigners would look up to China's name.
……
As the music played.
A huge sundial made of stone appeared in the picture of " Ancient China Collection." It had traces of the erosion of time.
It uses the shadow cast by the sun to measure time,
The shadow cast by the needle of the sundial on the ground.
Time passed quickly.
The sun, the night, the stars, and the clouds spun rapidly above the sundial.
On a dark night, the first shot rang out from a bridge.
After that, all parts of China fell.
The people fled in all directions and armed themselves everywhere.
Different people stood on the stage and shouted anxiously. The university students ran around to tell each other.
Save the country!
One night, a brush was writing furiously: "Only the souls of the people are precious. Only when they are carried forward can China truly progress.”
800 people guarding a granary.
The world looks at each other across the river.
In a certain church, thirteen prostitutes from the Qinhuai River had gone to a tragic death pact to save a female student.
The people of the country fought endlessly!
A journey of 25,000 li became an epic.
On that day, he would announce to the world that China had stood up!
Food stamps, stamps, green shoes, sewing machines for the wedding, bicycles…
In the next second!
Tall buildings rose from the ground.
Mobile phones, beeper, ringtone.
It was a foreign cartoon.
The soldiers were moving against the flow of the flood.
Satellite launch! High-speed rail construction!
A well-off society for all.
Shifting Stars!
A few decades passed in the five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
However, during these earth-shattering hundred years…
It had just been activated!
The shadow of the sundial slowly slowed down.
Su Chen clenched his fists and looked straight ahead.
The sound of history slowly sounded.
"In the past five thousand years, there have been countless ancient Chinese books.”
"Every book contains the blood, sweat, and wisdom of our predecessors.”
"Conversation with the sages."
"It's a collection from China."
"Old generals don't die, and the torch will be passed down!"
……
"Phew!"
"How terrifying…Is this a one-hour program? Are you sure this isn't an epic battle?？”
"F * ck, the sundial is spinning. The great changes in the recent hundred years have instantly stunned me!”
"Hello, brothers. I feel like I just came back from the 2008 Olympics. What year is it now?”
"F * ck, these people from Central TV are really lazy. The third episode has already been broadcast for five seconds, and they still haven't updated the next level?”
"Even if it's a fee! F * ck, it's not like he doesn't have the ability!”
"After today, I'm afraid everyone in China will know the name Liu Changchun!”
"Don't say anymore. When I sleep tonight and lift the blanket, it's all Liu Changchun!”
……
At the same time.
In the broadcasting studio of the Central TV Station.
Huang Haonan's strength seemed to have been exhausted by this episode.
His phone vibrated slightly.
He took a glance.
It was a message from the director of the 2008 Olympics, State Preceptor Zhang.
Ever since that year, they had not contacted each other for fourteen years.
He turned on his phone.
" Today, I'm glad to see the past. It's still fresh in my memory. The hardships of the five hundred days before and after the opening ceremony have all surged into my heart. I miss my old friend and tears flow. I hope we can get together when I'm free.”
Huang Haonan put down his phone.
He sighed.
In 2008, in order to prepare for that day, the team of 20,000 people worked hard for more than 500 days and nights.
Looking back today, fortunately, I didn't fail my mission. I only wish to create more glory!
Director Liu's legs were numb from standing.
Liu Changchun fought his own battle at the 1938 Los Angeles Olympics!
Director Liu was also fighting a battle of his own in the Central TV studio.
"Director Huang."
"Hmm?"
"We won the bet."
The muscles on Director Liu's face trembled uncontrollably."We didn't disappoint the audience.”
"We have completed the miracle of television.”
"Many of our foreign counterparts are shocked by the courage and technology of our show.”
"The foreigners are all in an uproar."
He walked towards Huang Haonan and stretched out his hand slightly. He felt a little afraid and his eyes were red.
Huang Haonan smiled and took the initiative to stretch out his arms to hug Director Liu, who had followed him for eight years and was loyal to him.
He stroked the hair of Director Liu, who was in his thirties but was crying like a child.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"I'm proud of each and every one of you.”
"We should also be proud of Su Chen.”
……
In the film studio in Fangshan District.
Su Chen turned off the lights and once again blended into the darkness.
Even though the third episode of China's Legacy had already ended.
However, Su Chen was still immersed in his thoughts for a long time.
He nestled comfortably on the sofa.
At this moment, even though the lights outside China were bright and the people were celebrating.
However, Su Chen, the one who started it, enjoyed the silence alone.
He smiled.
Because now, even if he stayed quietly in the studio.
He could still hear the excited sounds of people running outside.
……
In the same male dormitory building of Huaqing University two days ago.
Just as it was nine o'clock in the evening, all the boys who had just finished watching " The Collection of China " were boiling with excitement. They almost jumped out of bed collectively, wanting to open the windows and cheer loudly!
However…
She heard a scream from the dormitory auntie downstairs!
"Ahhhhh!"
"How touching! I'm so excited!"
"The Olympic athletes are so handsome!"
The boys looked at the dormitory auntie with their upper bodies bare.
She was still holding a half-knitted sweater in her hand as she excitedly jumped around the dormitory building.
She finally managed to make it in her fourth year as a dorm housekeeper at Huaqing University!
This time, she finally knew why the children were cheering!
"Aunty, I asked you to have fun with us, but I didn't ask you to surpass us!”
There was a burst of laughter!
Immediately after, he exclaimed," Awesome!"
The entire dormitory building, including the female dormitory building opposite, immediately began to boil!
"This feels so good! After 14 years, seeing Liu Feixiang again, he had to apologize for being late!”
"Ah, when Dayao saw his younger self from fourteen years ago, his eyes made me cry!”
"A show has brought about a wave of memories for everyone. Who else in China can it be other than Suchen?”
"May China soar for another hundred years! Awesome!"
"How can a hundred years be enough? May China prosper for generations to come!”
In the male dormitory.
The washbasin, cup, and toilet paper were thrown high into the air.
At this moment.
Ding! Ding!
His phone kept vibrating.
One of the boys rushed over curiously and asked,"Your girlfriend sent you a message?"
He turned on his phone.
A series of messages from his girlfriend.
"Treasure Pig, are you there?"
"First of all, let's use the secret code, Liu Changchun is awesome!! Haha!"
"You're happy. Don't tell me you're breaking up today."
"By the way, are you going to get a room today? I can wear sportswear to look for you! Hehe!"
The boy picked up his phone and glanced at the chat box in disgust.
He kept pressing the buttons on his phone.
"Ridiculous."
"Lust is the bone-corroding poison of youth! How can the blood and sweat of our Chinese men fall on the bed every day?”
"I want to win glory for the country, but you want to strip me naked?？”
"Let's break up."
"Despicable."
The boy put down his phone and let out a long sigh.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
He hesitated for a moment.
He picked up his phone again and replied,"Baby, what kind of sportswear?" Send it over to take a look."
His roommates: "???”
It was f * cking ridiculous.
……
At the same time!
On a professional program forum overseas!
After a post was posted.
In just five minutes, it was like a bomb detonated at the bottom of the sea.
Then, the entire sea seemed to have set off a huge wave!
"What?! The Chinese program sent 30,000 people back to 1938!!”
"Impossible! Technically speaking, it's impossible to reach this stage!"
"Hehe, do you think they only have high-speed rail? While you are still immersed in your previous pride, China has already left you far behind in terms of technology for 50 years!!”
The popularity of this post was rising rapidly!
Then, it exploded in various channels overseas!
In the blink of an eye, the number of views reached tens of millions!
"My God, how did they do it? Why does their race have such a strong sense of pride and cohesion?”
"Is this the moment when we feel the most inferior? Even the techniques that they were proud of were gradually surpassed by the Eastern dragons!”
"No one can stop the rise of China! Even if we send everyone back to 1938, we won't be able to stop the rise of this nation!!”
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