Yang Zhuo easily passed the preliminaries.
There were no problems in the semi-finals either.
He advanced to the finals with a time of 10.21 seconds.
Yang Haijian from the Chinese team also advanced to the finals.
The remaining six were:
Keiji Shingo and Kawada Shingo from the Plaster Nation, Mubarak from the Saudi-Arabian Kingdom, Suwan Pratap from the Siam Kingdom, Mahmoud Farhan from the Bahraini Kingdom, and Chenowal from the Kazakhstan Kingdom.
Among the eight finalists, except for Yang Zhuo who ran in 10.10 seconds in the preliminaries, the rest of them all ran above 10.20 seconds in the preliminaries and semi-finals.
The difference in strength was obvious.
......
September 21st.
At night.
Lizar Athletic Stadium.
The lights were bright, and the audience seats were filled with spectators.
The final of the men's 100m sprint was about to be held.
The big screen showed the information of the eight finalists.
Track 1: Haijian Chen, Huaxia, semi-final result: 10.32 seconds
Track 2: Season Nobugo, Medicine Nation, semi-final result: 10.30 seconds
Track 3: Yang Zhuo, Huaxia, semi-final result: 10.21 seconds
Track 4: Kawada Shingo, Medicine Nation, semi-final result: 10.24 seconds
Track 5: Egypt, Egypt, semi-final result: 10.27 seconds
......
At the scene.
The host was introducing the contestants in English.
The audience was very noisy.
Everyone waved the flags of their countries, and some even held banners.
When the camera turned to Yang Zhuo, the host introduced him passionately,
"The third lane is the champion of the men's 100m sprint in the World University Games, the runner-up of the International Association of Athletics Federation's Golden League in Paris, and the first place in the Asian men's 100m sprint this year, Yang Zhuo from China!”
Before he finished, Yang Zhuo waved at the camera.
The audience cheered.
Especially those from Huaxia, they even shouted his name.
"Yang Zhuo!"
"Yang Zhuo!"
"Yang Zhuo!"
At the same time, Central TV Sports Channel was also broadcasting the final match.
The commentator was still Yang Jian.
At this moment, he was speaking frankly.
"In the preliminaries and the semi-finals, Yang Zhuo was holding back. He didn't use his full strength.”
"You can see from his expression that Yang Zhuo looks relaxed, but the other contestants are more serious. Yang Zhuo gives them too much pressure.”
"This is also the first time that a Chinese 100m athlete has been so pressured in the Asian Championships.”
"The contestants have been introduced. The competition will start soon. The two players from the Plaster Country will put Yang Zhuo in the middle and see if they can cause any trouble for him.”
In front of the television.
Yang Guoqiang sat in front of the table, eating and drinking, waiting for the match to begin.
Zhang Yumin sat opposite him and didn't touch her chopsticks.
"Don't drink too much. The competition hasn't started yet, and you've already finished two cups.”
"I'm just cheering for our son," Yang Guoqiang said awkwardly.”
"Don't use this as an excuse. This is the last glass.”
"Okay, okay, okay. Last glass."
On the other side.
Beijing University.
In the female dormitory.
Yang Zhuo's classmates all squeezed into one room.
Watching the competition.
There was no live broadcast when Yang Zhuo participated in the Golden League, and it was summer vacation when he participated in the World University Games.
This time, the students could finally gather together to watch the Asian Championship.
A dozen girls were huddled together, eating melon seeds and chatting.
"Yang Zhuo is sandwiched between two small notebooks!”
"What's the use? They can't outrun Yang Zhuo.”
"Come on, kill Little Book!"
"Duo Duo, you know Yang Zhuo the best. Did you call him to cheer him on?”
"Familiar your head, stop slandering me here.”
"Hey, did you guys hear? A few days ago, Yang Zhuo went on stage to sing a song at the welcoming party.”
"I even saw the video on the school forum. It's really super nice and super handsome.”
"Really? Don't lie to me."
"Why would I lie to you? Jiaxin has a computer.”
“......”
Not just girls.
The few boys in the specialization also gathered together.
"Our school is too stingy. Can't we change the television in the dormitory to a better one?”
"Dream on."
"Hey, hey, it's starting, it's starting!”
"Yang Zhuo must beat the little notebook to death!”
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"
The Asian Championship was just a small competition for ordinary people.
However, for Yang Zhuo's classmates, it was a match worthy of their attention.
It was the same for many track and field fans.
After all, there was an age limit for the World University Games, and the countries around the world did not send their strongest athletes.
However, this Asian Championship was different.
They were all the strongest men's 100m sprinters in Asia.
For example, Shingo Kawada was the national champion of the country of plasters.
After winning this match, Yang Zhuo could be considered as the true champion of the men's 100m sprint in Asia.
On the arena.
“on-your-marks！”
An order sounded from the broadcast.
The eight contestants squatted down on their respective lanes and placed their hands on the front line of the starting line.
The audience quieted down.
The most exciting moment was about to arrive.
In Central TV's live broadcast room.
Yang Jian also suppressed his excitement."The match is about to start. Let's see how Yang Zhuo and Yang Haijian will perform.”
"Good luck! Two athletes!"
On the arena.
The judges on both sides of the starting line, one in front and one behind, checked.
Make sure that there was no problem with the starting position of the contestant and that the contestant's palm did not press on the line.
After confirming that there was no mistake, he quickly left the runway.
At the same time, the starter raised his starting gun.
Yang Zhuo took a deep breath and waited.
“SET！”
The preparatory command sounded.
With a swoosh, all eight of them stood up.
Everyone's body was filled with enormous energy, waiting to explode after the starting gun sounded.
At this time, Yang Zhuo lowered his head and suddenly found that the starting line in front of him was a little broken in the middle.
Jerry-built projects.
"Pa!"
An electronic gunshot suddenly sounded.
Yang Zhuo's brain paused for a moment. He then reacted. He kicked his feet hard and rushed forward like a cheetah.
However…
It was already too late.
The other seven were already ahead by at least one body.
The fastest, Kawada Shingo, was two lengths ahead.
Yang Zhuo made a huge mistake at the start.
The time between the command " Set " and the firing of the starting gun was extremely short.
At this time, he absolutely could not be distracted.
Yang Zhuo was absent-minded, so he fell behind in the starting line.
At Central TV's broadcasting studio.
Yang Jian was a bit confused." Yang Zhuo's reaction at the start was a bit bad. Now he's in the last place. The situation isn't optimistic."”
At this moment.
The screen showed the reaction time of the eight contestants.
Track 4: Kawada Shingo, Plaster Nation, Starting Reaction 0.135
Lane 1: Haijian Chen, Huaxia, starting reaction 0.143
Lane 5: Egypt, Egypt, starting reaction 0.151
......
......
Lane 3: Yang Zhuo, Huaxia, starting reaction 0.195
Yang Zhuo's reaction time was 0.06 seconds slower than Kawada Shingo's.
The difference was huge.
In front of the television.
Yang Guoqiang couldn't be bothered to drink anymore. His eyes were filled with worry.
Zhang Yumin was the same.
On the other side.
Yang Zhuo's classmates all looked solemn.
"It's over, it's over.”
"Yang Zhuo's condition isn't good."
"You won't lose, right?"
"Good luck! Yang Zhuo, stand up!"
On the track.
Yang Zhuo didn't have the time to regret his mistake. Instead, he accelerated.
He didn't know how much slower he had started, nor did he know how big the gap between him and the first place was.
However, he would definitely give up this championship.
He swung his arms forcefully.
Speed up.
He accelerated again.
20 meters.
He raised his head.
Yang Zhuo finally saw the gap.
On both sides of the track, Kawada Shingo and Ji Ji Shingo both started with explosive speed. Their reactions were fast, so they were far ahead.
Shingo Kawada was in first place, more than two meters ahead of Yang Zhuo.
However…
That was it.
In Central TV's live broadcast room.
"Yang Zhuo is the last one. He's accelerating!”
"Yang Zhuo's ability in the middle and later stages is second to none in Asia.”
"Yang Zhuo is closing the distance between him and the others at a visible speed.”
"Number five, number four. Yang Zhuo has come to the fourth place.”
On the track.
50 meters.
Yang Zhuo's speed reached its peak, his long legs twisting and cutting.
His upper body was very stable, and his head was almost motionless.
It was very similar to a cheetah running at high speed.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sound of spikes and rubber track friction traveled to the ears of Kawada Shingo, who was in the first place.
He knew that someone was quickly approaching from behind.
Who was it?
Was it Yang Zhuo?
In Central TV's live broadcast room.
"Yang Zhuo is in the second place. He's going to be next to Kawada Shingo." Yang Jian shouted excitedly.”
"This is Yang Zhuo! His powerful late-game ability, speed, and endurance were unique in all of Asia.”
"Kawada Shingo can lead him in the future, but he can't beat him!”
"Surpass him! Beautiful!"
On the screen, Yang Zhuo had overtaken Kawada Shingo.
On the sidelines.
Li Qing heaved a sigh of relief.
Yang Zhuo was obviously absent-minded at the start of the race, which made him very worried.
It would be awkward if they didn't win the championship.
After all, Yang Zhuo was the strongest 100m sprinter in Asia.
It was alright.
Relying on his powerful mid-course and late-course abilities, he still surpassed Kawada Shingo and came in first place.
The championship was in the bag.
At the scene.
In front of the finish line.
Yang Zhuo leaned forward, lowered his head, and pressed on the line.
At this moment.
The audience cheered loudly.
Voices in all kinds of accents and languages.
It was deafening.
Compared to a crushing victory, Yang Zhuo's comeback was more exciting and exciting.
A moment later.
All the players rushed to the finish line.
The timer showed the results.
1: Lane 3, Yang Zhuo, Huaxia, 0.195 seconds, 10.08 seconds
2: Lane 4, Shingo Kawada, Medicine Nation, starting reaction 0.135 seconds, result 10.21 seconds
Lane 1, Haijian Chen, Huaxia, 0.143 seconds, 10.25 seconds
......
Although Yang Zhuo's reaction time was 0.05 seconds slower than usual, he still beat everyone with his strong ability in the middle and later stages.
Kawada Shingo sat on the plastic track and stared at the screen in a daze.
No one knew what she was thinking.
Seeing this, Ji Ci Shingo walked over and patted him on the shoulder.""You've already done your best."
In Central TV's live broadcast room.
"The results are out! 10.08 seconds. Even though Yang Zhuo had a bad start, he still managed to get to 10.10 seconds.”
"The Asian champion!"
"We won, without a doubt! Yang Zhuo has officially dominated Asia!"
"From now on, Yang Zhuo is the strongest 100m sprinter in Asia!”
"Now, we are only 10 seconds away from the Asian record. I hope he can break it as soon as possible and open the 10-second mark. Let the whole world know that Chinese and Asians can also run in 10 seconds!”
At the scene.
Yang Zhuo hugged Chen Haijian.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Chen Haijian curiously. Why is your reaction so slow?"
Yang Zhuo scratched his head and said awkwardly,"I was distracted."”
Chen Haijian:
A group of photographers were still taking photos of Yang Zhuo and his friends.
Some spectators in the stands threw down red flags.
Yang Zhuo and Chen Haijian put on the red flags and ran around the field.
Whenever they saw Chinese viewers, they would stop and wave.
In front of the television.
A few male students clinked their beer bottles.
"Cheers!"
"Haha, cool!"
"D * mn, I was scared to death when we started running just now.”
"What's wrong with Yang Zhuo?”
"We'll know when we come back and ask him.”
"The Asian champion!"
"Let the little notebook run first. He still can't win.”
"Yang Zhuo is awesome."
On the other side.
The female students didn't drink beer.
But they were equally excited.
"So handsome!"
"Yang Zhuo is so powerful. He was so far behind in the beginning, but he caught up in the middle and pulled away in the later stage.”
"Too abnormal."
"He's also the most good-looking."
"You always say he's handsome. Are you secretly in love with Yang Zhuo?”
"Bah!"
......
On the sidelines.
"What's going on?" Li Qing asked with a straight face. Sleepwalking during the competition?"
Yang Zhuo was slightly embarrassed.
"I was stunned."
"The competition! Asian Championship! Are you in a daze?"
Yang Zhuo:
"I definitely won't do it again in the future!"
Yang Zhuo said seriously.
The mistake this time was too big.
In the Asian Championship, the opponent was not strong, and he could use his strength to turn the tables.
What about the World Championship?
What about the Olympics?
At that time, the opponents weren't that weak.
"It's good that you know. During the competition, when the command to prepare sounds, there's only one thing in your mind.”
"Yes."
......
Yang Zhuo lost the start of the Asian Championship and won the championship
Asian Champion-Yang Zhuo
News-Yang Zhuo won the Asian Championship
Asian Championship Report: Yang Zhuo Wins 100m
Sohu Sports, SinaSports, and so on all released relevant news in a timely manner.
Many sports fans saw the results of the men's 100m final of the Asian Championship.
It was accompanied by a photo of Yang Zhuo at the award ceremony.
In the comments section.
"I watched the live broadcast. It was so f * cking exciting.”
"I was distracted at the start of the race. I thought I was going to lose.”
"Yang Zhuo is too strong. Even if his reaction time is 0.2 seconds, he is still the champion.”
"Awesome!"
"The two little notebooks attacked from both sides, but they still couldn't win.”
"From now on, Yang Zhuo is the leader of Asian sprinting!”
"I'm looking forward to Yang Zhuo breaking the Asian record and entering the 10-second mark.”
"Definitely."
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