In the afternoon.
The men's 100m sprint final of the National Middle School Games was about to begin.
Although the stadium's auditorium wasn't full, there were still more than half of them.
They were all here to watch the sprint final in the afternoon.
Starting zone.
The eight finalists were already moving their hands and feet, waiting for the starter's instructions.
Yang Zhuo was in lane 4, Liang Junxin was in lane 5, and Cui Hao was in lane 7.
Cui Hao didn't feel any pressure. He walked to Yang Zhuo and gave him a high five."Yang Zhuo, come on!"
"Good luck!"
Yang Zhuo also looked relaxed.
Liang Junxin glanced at them and didn't say anything. He just moved his body.
The two of them didn't talk much. They returned to their seats and waited patiently.
In the stands.
The deputy head of the Nanhe Province sprinting team, Wang Qiangdong, the team leader, Xue Yue, the head coach, Zhao Guofu, and Wang Jie.
Everyone was paying attention to the 100m sprint final.
Although two of them had entered the finals, they only paid attention to Yang Zhuo.
After all, Cui Hao's strength was limited, and he barely made it to the finals.
It was basically impossible to get a medal.
But Yang Zhuo was different. He was very powerful.
According to the situation of the semi-finals, the champion of the 100m sprint final would be between him and Liang Junxin.
Wang Qiangdong was both excited and worried." This Liang Junxin is too strong. I don't know if Yang Zhuo can win."”
" Yes," Xue Yue nodded." But Yang Zhuo still has a chance. Now it depends on their recovery."”
The semi-finals and the finals were two hours apart. It was also a test of the players 'physical fitness.
Zhao Guofu frowned." It's Yang Zhuo's first time participating in such a competition. I'm worried that he'll be nervous. If he can use his full strength, I believe he'll have a chance to win."”
"Yang Zhuo is a competitive player. He won't be nervous, but excited." Wang Jie said. Moreover, he would become stronger when he met a strong opponent. The stronger the opponent, the better he could perform.”
"I hope so." Xue Yue nodded.
At the same time.
Shuicheng County.
Zhang Yumin, who was watching TV, heard the dog barking and rushed to the courtyard.
Grandma Xia, the neighbor, was standing at the door.
"Yu Min, I'm here to find some pickles."
"Yes."
After saying that, Zhang Yumin thought of the men's 100-meter thrusting that was about to begin. She hurriedly said,"Auntie, come in first. I'll get it for you later.”
"I don't care."
Grandma Xia entered and asked,"What are you busy with at home?"”
"Didn't Zhuo go to the middle school sports meet? His competition is about to start.”
As they spoke, the two of them entered the central room.
At this moment.
On the screen, Yang Zhuo was squatting down in front of the starting line, waiting for the starting gun to sound.
"It's starting, it's starting!"
Zhang Yumin hurried closer and stared at the screen.
"Yang Zhuo is on TV!" Grandma Xia was surprised. Amazing!"
Zhang Yumin didn't say anything and just watched quietly.
Inside the stadium.
Yang Zhuo pressed his hands on the plastic track in front of the starting line, all his attention on the starting gun.
For the 100m sprint, the start was very important.
Sometimes, the start of the race would decide who the champion would be.
Therefore…
After the starter gave the order, Yang Zhuo immediately went blank.
He did not think about anything else and just waited to hear the gunshots.
Shuicheng County.
Zhang Lingling was standing in front of the television with her fists clenched.
"You must win!"
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
At this moment.
"Pa!"
The starting gun sounded.
At the starting line.
Yang Zhuo's strength burst out instantly. He caught the starting block and shot out instantly.
Then, he leaned his center of gravity forward, lowered his head, and swung his arms to accelerate.
He couldn't, nor did he have the mood to worry about others at this time.
In the 100m sprint, a momentary distraction could lead to failure.
Yang Zhuo naturally wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.
In the stands.
Zhao Guofu waved his fist hard."Good reaction at the start!"
Wang Jie, on the other hand, made a trumpet gesture and shouted,"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
13 meters.
Liang Junxin's body was completely upright.
His legs moved quickly, and his pace was extremely fast.
Yang Zhuo was still running with his head down.
20 meters.
He slowly raised his head.
Liang Junxin was half a body ahead of him.
In front of the television.
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
"Someone leaked oil!"
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
Although she knew that Yang Zhuo couldn't hear her, she still shouted excitedly.
Seeing Liang Junxin surpass Yang Zhuo, she became even more anxious.
She wanted to grab Liang Junxin.
30 meters.
Yang Zhuo raised his head and started to shift gears.
The frequency of his steps increased rapidly.
It tightly latched onto Liang Junxin, whose speed was about to reach its peak.
40 meters.
Liang Junxin glanced at Yang Zhuo from the corner of his eye and suddenly felt a little anxious.
He knew that his speed was not as fast as Yang Zhuo's.
If they couldn't pull the distance away, it would be even harder to shake off Yang Zhuo when he reached the highest speed.
He couldn't be distracted on the 100-meter race track.
Liang Junxin's heart was in a mess, so his running rhythm was also in a mess.
But Yang Zhuo didn't care about him.
He was still swinging his arms with all his might.
Speed up!
Speed up again!
51 meters.
Yang Zhuo accelerated and reached his peak speed.
The next step was to maintain the high speed.
Liang Junxin, who was originally ahead of him, had already been overtaken by half a body.
But Yang Zhuo still didn't look at him.
Yang Zhuo never competed with others. He only competed with himself.
He wanted to maintain his speed as much as possible.
He wanted to win the championship!
He wanted to break the record!
In the stands.
"It's over, it's over!" Wang Jie shouted excitedly.”
Zhao Guofu understood Yang Zhuo's ability in the middle and later stages, so he was even more excited."We have a champion, we have a champion!"
Not far away.
Li Qing, the coach of Capital University's sprinting team, widened his eyes.
"This is running on the way, this is running on the way!”
"Stronger than the semifinals!"
Eighty meters.
Yang Zhuo slowed down.
But at this moment, Liang Junxin was already more than two meters away.
95 meters.
Yang Zhuo leaned forward and prepared to cross the lane.
100 meters.
Lower your head and cross the line!
He won!
In the stands.
"Ah!"
Zhao Guofu roared angrily!
Champion!
The player he brought was the champion!
The deputy leader of the delegation, Wang Qiangdong, and the leader, Xue Yue, were also excited.
"Haha! The championship!"
"The championship is ours!"
"Good job, Yang Zhuo! As expected of a good man from Nanhe Province!”
In front of the television.
"Ah! We won!"
"Champion!"
Zhang Lingling was overjoyed and jumped up and down. Those who didn't know better would think that China had won the World Cup.
On the other side.
Zhang Yumin's face was also filled with joy, and tears could not help but fall.
His son won the championship.
He did it.
Grandma Xia was also very happy." Yumin, you gave birth to a good son. Xiao Zhuo is really promising!" You can win the national competition!"
At the scene.
Due to the strong inertia, Yang Zhuo had to continue running for about 30 meters before he stopped.
Then, panting, he turned around to look at the electronic timer.
10.35 seconds!
A new record for the men's 100m sprint in the National Middle School Games.
At this moment.
The delegation from Nanhe Province cheered.
Not only did he win the championship, but he also broke the record!
Wang Jie was so happy that she almost cried. He broke the record!"
Leader Xue Yue and Vice Leader Wang Qiangdong hugged each other."Can we report this time?"
"Haha, even if it's just this gold medal, it's enough!”
After saying that, Wang Qiangdong hugged Zhao Guofu again."Coach Zhao, you deserve a lot of credit! Also, Teacher Wang, you've contributed a lot! He discovered the genius Yang Zhuo!"
Wang Jie was a little embarrassed.”
On the other side.
Junxin Liang looked at Zhuo Yang's time on the monitor. 10.35 seconds.
He was dumbfounded.
He had lost.
Without any suspense, he lost to Yang Zhuo.
At this moment.
Yang Zhuo walked over and looked at him. I hope you can go all out the next time we fight.”
Liang Junxin didn't say anything. He turned around and walked back.
Cui Hao walked over and gave him a thumbs up."Yang Zhuo, awesome!"
"Hehe, just so-so!"
"F * ck, are you trying to act cool?"
Cui Hao grumbled unhappily and continued,"Let's go and find the coach. They must be very happy now!”
"Yes."
Yang Zhuo responded and then looked up at the stadium.
Noisy sounds and fluttering red flags!
This was only the beginning!
In the future, he wanted to win the championship on a bigger stage!
He wanted the entire audience to cheer for him!
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