On the screen, Liu Changchun walked step by step between the teams of other countries.
There were 41 people on the national team in front of him.
The team behind him had a total of 141 athletes.
Only Liu Changchun!
She was alone.
A flag.
A sign was raised high.
There were also two words on his chest.
China.
Some people traveled thousands of miles overseas to win gold medals.
However, some people participated in the Olympics just to prove that their country still existed.
In the history of Chinese civilization.
There were many such scenes, but Liu Changchun was the first person to go to a meeting alone and fight against the world alone!
"Everyone is responsible for the country's crisis!”
"Although he doesn't have the position of prime minister! Only discuss the matter of prime minister! To be able to shake the world with his ordinary body, this person was so powerful!”
The audience in front of the television had gone from their initial excitement when they saw the 1938 Olympics to their anger when they saw the foreigners!
But now, as Liu Changchun gritted his teeth and circled the field with China in his hand, he was shocked.
Everyone's hearts gradually began to surge with admiration and gratitude.
"I know why Su Chen chose him among so many historical figures.”
"This scene is too shocking."
"Is this a Defiant…"
……
In an internet cafe.
Zhang Xiaoyu, the gymnast, no, the manager, quietly watched Liu Changchun, who was holding up the sign.
"What program is this?" she asked.”
"It's a classic Chinese! Don't you know?"
The internet-addicted teenager next to her turned around to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and realized that she was still wearing Chinese red sportswear.
On the front of the sportswear, the same words as Liu Changchun were written!
He saw that Zhang Xiaoyu's arm was covered in bruises.
Her wrist was wrapped in bandages that were used to fix her ligaments after her injury.
Even her ankle was still red and swollen.
"You are…"
The internet-addicted teenager suddenly stood up." Brothers, this is incredible. Our internet cafe also has an athlete!"”
"Are you on the national team?"
"What's so strange about that? Isn't the National Gym Training Center right next to us?”
"There's no training today, so why don't you sneak out and surf the Internet?”
When they saw Zhang Xiaoyu, everyone in the internet cafe immediately poked their heads out from behind their computers and looked at her.
When they saw the word " China " on her chest, everyone's eyes were filled with admiration.
"Come, come, little sister, sit and watch.”
"This is the Olympics! It's about the story of our Chinese athletes.”
The internet-addicted teenager immediately stood up from his chair and adjusted the volume of his headphones to the maximum.
Zhang Xiaoyu was politely pressed down on the eSports chair. She looked straight at Liu Changchun, who was holding up China.
"No, no, no, I'm not on the national team. I'm..."
She shook her head in denial, but her eyes were fixed on the Olympic stadium.
They couldn't leave for a moment.
……
In the training hall of the national gymnastics team.
The head coach limped out of the backstage passage with an ice pack in his hand, only to find that the girls were not training. Instead, they were huddled together and looking at tablets.
A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.
Helplessly, he quietly stepped forward and placed the ice pack in the ice bucket for them.
However, at this moment, he accidentally saw the man running around the Olympic venue with a sign.
"Mr. Liu Changchun!"
The coach trembled and stepped forward.
Coach, coach, we're not slacking off. We're..."
The girls suddenly realized that their coach had come. They wanted to explain in a hurry, but they saw that their coach's eyes were red.
"What show is this?"
"China Collection, a program that narrates the history of China.”
One of the girls said.
……
In the picture.
The 1938 Olympics.
The loud boos made the organizing committee panic.
"What happened?"
"It seems that the Chinese athlete team has entered the stadium.”
"China?"
One of the organizers stood up and looked at the track.
"Where? The most populated country?"
He looked at the track curiously, but he couldn't see it after searching for a long time.
"Over there."
The Westerner next to him handed a pair of binoculars to the manager.
He picked up the binoculars and searched for a long time.
Finally, he found a short young man with dark yellow skin among the teams from various countries.
“CHINA！”
He suddenly put down his binoculars, his expression changed.
" He's alone!!?"
The manager's expression was shocked. He heard the loud boos from the audience and actually had goosebumps all over his body.
"This is not in line with the Olympic spirit!"
"I want to tell the audience that their excessive behavior is not in line with the Olympic spirit.”
He immediately looked for the microphone.
In this era, there were no satellite broadcasts, and there were no walkie-talkies that could contact everyone at any time.
There was only one platform.
In the middle of all the audience seats, at the podium of the Olympic Organizing Committee.
"I want to stop these guys!"
" They can't treat an Olympic athlete from afar like this…"
As he spoke, the person-in-charge was about to run towards the podium.
However, he realized something.
At some point, a man in a black tunic suit was walking toward the podium of the 1938 Olympics, facing the strange gazes of the foreigners around him.
He had black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin.
He stood there with his back straight.
This gave the Olympic representative the illusion that no matter what happened, this Chinese man would not be overwhelmed.
The Olympics representative glanced at Su Chen.
Then, he picked up the binoculars and looked at the stubborn sprinter Liu Changchun who was holding up the China sign in the center of the stadium.
"What's wrong with this ethnic group?”
"Why is it that their country is clearly suffering, but their eyes are as determined as ever, their chests puffed out and their heads held high, as if there is no way to defeat them?”
The Westerners at the side were equally shocked.
Especially the similar aura that these two Chinese people gave off.
"No, you're wrong."
"It's not that they can't be defeated. You can defeat them.”
"However, you will never be able to defeat them.”
The foreigner said blankly.
……
At the same time!
The eyes of all the Chinese people in front of the television had already started to tear up!
"What is Su Chen doing…"
"Isn't he going to talk to Liu Changchun? The two of them were walking on the track alone, facing the endless boos.”
"And the other person walked towards the 1938 Olympics podium with strange looks!”
"F * ck! This is the first time I've been trembling without Su Chen saying anything since I started watching this program!”
In a beer plaza!
He did not know who was the one who took the lead.
A man's voice sounded from an unknown corner.
"Liu Changchun, you can do it!"
Immediately after, cheers rose from all directions, slowly gathering into the momentum of a tsunami.
"Good luck! Liu Changchun! Leave a name for the ages! China's Changchun!"
" Liu Changchun, you can do it!!"
The cheers that gradually gathered together were an invisible resistance to the boos and insults of the arrogant foreigners on the large projector!
A hundred years!
It was as if time and space could no longer stop the anger of the Chinese!
As loud as the boos are, we will make it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!
Billions of times more!
This year, we no longer have to endure bullying!
On the Internet, almost all the citizens 'emotions were stirred up!
"Mr. Liu! Although we can't go back to 1938! However, I respect you as a man. I'll cheer for you in 2021!”
"1938! 1938! Please reply!"
"Retired athlete from Changzhou, cheering for you in 2021!”
"Tell those bastards, the Olympics! The Chinese are here!"
"All the teachers and students of Xia University are sending congratulatory messages from the lecture theater! Congratulations to the Chinese for participating in the Olympics for the first time! Raise our country's prestige!"
"The Chinese synchronized swimming team, all members of the national team, on behalf of the descendants of China, cheer for the seniors!”
"Although we can't arrive at the scene, it's our duty to cheer for the athletes!”
"The Chinese table tennis national team! Send a congratulatory message!"
"My name is Zhang Jike, and I am a table tennis player. Today, I am with Mr. Liu Changchun.”
"Zhang Yining! Congratulations to China!"
"Former member of the national diving team, Guo Jing! Congratulations to China! I hope it will be the same in 1938!"
"1938! 1938! Please reply!"
……
At the same time!
In the backstage recording hall of the Central TV Station.
Huang Haonan nodded at Director Liu.
Although Director Liu was usually more honest, he was not at all sloppy when he was working.
"Deputy Station Head Wan, can that effect really be achieved?”
Chief Wan was also a little hesitant." I don't know. This technology isn't mature yet. Although I've discussed it with Su Chen before, it's still very risky to actually operate it!”
"But what I can be sure of is that three hours ago, Su Chen already confirmed with me that with all the skills he has, he can achieve the effect we want.”
Beads of sweat appeared on Director Liu's forehead.
Today, the Central Television Station was going to do something that no one had ever done before.
They wanted to combine VI technology with 3D TV technology.
As long as the audience in front of the TV had 3D glasses and the video was sent to Central TV's backstage, they could achieve an extremely shocking effect through technical means!
With the help of Su Chen's special effects team.
There were at least 30,000 people in China, and they could appear at the 1938 Olympics in the form of projections!
This was the effect that the audience could see on the television screen.
The audience members who appeared in 1938 in the form of projections, if each of them wore 3D holographic glasses, would feel as if they were there in person.
In 1938!
Personally, cheering for that stubborn figure who fought against the world alone!
This was also the reason why Huang Haonan had to personally oversee the studio today!
Once this effect was realized, it would be a show that would shake the entire world!
This show could go down in history!
"No matter what, Su Chen has already won the bet.”
Deputy Station Head Wan gritted his teeth.”
"Release an announcement. We will begin backstage registration from the 35 million viewers!”
Director Liu's entire body was filled with nervousness, but he was incomparably excited.
He was as excited as when he first came to Central TV eight years ago.
"Roger!"
……
A ceiling fan kept spinning in a crooked manner.
Under the ceiling fan, there was a slightly stinky greasy smell everywhere.
On the hook, there were rows of pork ribs.
A woman was holding her five-year-old son in her arms. Her eyes were red as she looked at Liu Changchun, the first Olympic champion in China.
When she saw that this was the Olympic Stadium, she wanted to turn off the TV immediately!
However, she was stopped by her man.
She knew that her man was once the main player of the national air gun shooting team.
And the Olympics was the pain that he was most unwilling to talk about.
It was also because of this that he had been particularly irritable in recent years.
Every few months before the start of the Olympics, his mood would be extremely bad.
But it was too late.
The man, who had been squinting his eyes and killing pigs for ten years, wiped his hands with the apron on his chest. He looked at Liu Changchun in the picture with bright eyes.
The cigarette in his mouth slowly burned.
"Can you see it clearly?"
The woman was afraid of angering him.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
He could only hear the loud boos from the foreigners on the television.
Suddenly!
The man quickly picked up his son's toy gun from the plastic bag beside him. He pulled the trigger without even aiming.
The little porcelain doll on the television was knocked to the ground by the plastic bullet.
The man put down his gun. He was not angry, nor was he as angry as usual when he heard the word Olympics.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes and said calmly,"I can see it clearly."
……
In the picture.
Under the joint gaze of 35 million viewers and 30,000 to 40,000 foreigners from 1938.
Su Chen slowly walked to the leader's desk.
There was an old-fashioned microphone on the table.
A few foreigners beside him looked at Su Chen in confusion. They spread their hands and asked each other who this was.
Su Chen said in a black tunic suit.
He looked down at Liu Changchun, who was raising his placard alone.
He tapped the microphone lightly.
Following a piercing howl.
All the Westerners at the 1938 Olympics turned their heads.
The booing stopped.
Su Chen asked calmly in standard Chinese,""Is this your so-called Olympic spirit?？”
The next moment!
The 30 million people of China in the future all stood up!
They had been waiting for this moment for too long!
"Good question!"
" Su Chen is awesome!"
"This! Is this what you call the Olympics?？”
"Bullying a person? What kind of ability is that? If you have the guts, bring me to the scene too. I'll let you see what it means to bully someone with more people!”
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