The results of the urine test came out very quickly.
If it was negative, the results would be given within 24 hours. If it was positive, there would be a problem. In order not to make any mistakes, the results would be given within 48 hours.
The results of Yang Zhuo's urine test in the competition in Stockholm had come out. It was negative and there was no problem.
......
On the outskirts of Paris.
At a certain stadium.
Yang Zhuo and Liu Xiang would train here for the next five days.
This time, the Track and Field Management Center not only sent a masseuse, but also entrusted the French Track and Field Association to help find a suitable training base.
It was much better than when he was in Cairo.
On the plastic track.
Yang Zhuo was practicing his high-speed running.
On the sidelines.
Sun Haiping couldn't help but sigh." Coach Li, you've really picked up a treasure. You're so young, so talented, and so hardworking. Your future is immeasurable."”
"You speak as if you didn't pick up a treasure.”
Li Qing glanced at Yang Zhuo who was training and continued,""Zhuo hasn't reached the mature stage physically and technically. At least, he won't be able to produce any results in this Olympic cycle. Liu Xiang is different. He might have a major breakthrough in the Olympics next year.”
Hearing this, Sun Haiping smiled.""It's not that easy."
"By the way, Director Sun, I feel that Liu Xiang's condition is a little bad.”
Sun Haiping nodded." He's a little nervous. I saw his muscles a little stiff during the game the day before yesterday."”
After saying that, he started to envy Li Qing again."Yang Zhuo has a good mentality in this aspect. He's not scared at all even though it's his first time in an international competition.”
"Hehe, he's a big competition type player, so he's a little crazy.”
"It's good to be a competitive player.”
On the track.
Yang Zhuo's spiked shoes made a "Puff" sound when they rubbed against the rubber track.
His skills in running and crawling were already very stable.
His current weakness was his pace and rhythm.
Due to the increase in stride length, the original stride frequency had decreased significantly. Although it had been adjusted back a little, there was still a lot of room for improvement.
When his stride and frequency reached a balance, Yang Zhuo's speed would improve significantly.
The best way to train the stride frequency was to run at high speed.
There were many ways, such as downhill running, downwind running, and traction running.
Coincidentally, there was a 50-meter 35-degree slope in the corner of the stadium.
So after practicing for a while, Yang Zhuo started to run downhill.
When he ran downhill, his center of gravity shifted forward.
In order to stabilize his center of gravity, his body would subconsciously increase the frequency and distance of his kicks and stretches. The speed of his thighs cutting and twisting was much faster than when he was running on a flat road.
It was equivalent to using an external force to increase his speed.
Through continuous training, his nerves and muscles would gradually adapt to this frequency of contraction.
This would increase the upper limit of his stride frequency and stride length.
It was a very useful training method.
Two hours later.
Li Qing walked over." Rest for a while. It's almost time for dinner."”
"Let's practice another set."
Yang Zhuo wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.
He felt a sense of urgency.
He was about to compete with Morris Green. Although he knew that a few days of training would not improve him, he still wanted to practice a little more.
Li Qing advised," Training isn't something that can be done overnight. Don't be impatient. Take it slow. How old are they?" Your body and skills have long matured. You still have a lot of room for improvement.”
"I know, but the competition is coming up soon.”
After saying that, Yang Zhuo walked to the highest point and started running downhill again.
"Da da da."
......
Diderot University.
"Brother Luo, the Paris competition will be held tomorrow.”
"Tomorrow? Will Liu Xiang participate?"
"Not only Liu Xiang, but there are also two people from our country.”
"Two more?"
Brother Luo looked at his companion in surprise. What project?"
He knew a lot about the International Association of Athletics Federation Golden League. It required a certain level of participation and not just anyone could come.
"Men's 100m sprint, 16-year-old Yang Zhuo! Women's triple jump, Huang Qiuyan."
"100m sprint?"
Brother Luo stopped in his tracks. Our country's sprinters can participate in the Golden League?”
These words made him feel a little sad, but that was the truth.
The Chinese sprinting team was too weak.
"I knew you would say that. Yang Zhuo is a new sprinter in our country and the national record holder. He won the bronze medal with a time of 10.06 seconds in the last race in Cairo.”
"F * ck! 10.06 seconds? 16 years old?"
"You must be surprised. This was what my old classmate in China told me when he called me. I didn't believe it at that time and only found out after searching online.”
"Go, go, go. Buy tickets now and watch the game tomorrow!”
After saying that, Brother Luo added,"Call Xiao Kai. I'll treat you to the competition this time!"”
"Alright, Brother Luo is generous!"
......
On the bus.
Yang Zhuo leaned against the window, seemingly enjoying the scenery on the roadside, but in fact, he was thinking.
In a few hours, the competition would begin.
The first race won a bronze medal. The second race had 15 participants and was divided into two groups.
With his strength, it would be a little difficult for him to get results again.
At this moment.
Li Qing patted his shoulder.""What are you thinking about? Did you not sleep well yesterday?"
"It's alright."
"I'm just a little tired." Yang Zhuo yawned.”
"This is because the intensity of the pre-match training was too high, and the body did not recover fully.”
Li Qing was a little worried and continued,"Just focus on running later. Don't think about the results. You've already exceeded your expectations for the Golden League. What you need to do next is to enjoy the game.”
"Yes."
In the front row.
Huang Qiuyan turned around and asked,""Yang Zhuo, are you going to participate in the University Games?”
"Yes, I'll have to return after the Rome station and set off with the delegation.”
"Then, the gold medal for the 100m sprint is in the bag. Congratulations in advance.”
Hearing this, Yang Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry." It's not that simple. We don't even know if there will be any famous generals participating in the war."”
The record for the men's 100m sprint in the World University Games was 10.07 seconds. It had been set more than a decade ago, and no one had ever broken it.
The main reason was that there were no famous athletes participating in the university sports meet in recent years. The recent men's 100m sprint champions did not even run in 10.2 seconds.
Therefore, everyone felt that Yang Zhuo was quite certain to win the championship.
But he didn't think so.
He was confident, but he was not that relaxed.
Even if there were really no famous generals participating, he would still compete with him. At the very least, he would have to break the competition record.
He wanted to leave the record in China for the future generations to surpass.
......
Stade France in Paris.
14 in the afternoon.
There were still 20 minutes left before the men's 100m sprint. Yang Zhuo and the other contestants were moving in the underground tunnel leading to the competition ground while waiting for the start of the race.
Wind could be blown into the tunnel, so the players needed to keep moving to maintain their body temperature.
If he sat there without moving, the temperature would drop, and his muscles would become stiff. He would definitely pull his hips during the competition.
15 people.
Yang Zhuo was the only Asian, there were only two or three Caucasians, and the rest were all black.
Familiar athletes would chat briefly with each other.
Yang Zhuo didn't know them, so he just warmed up by himself.
The Paris Golden League was also known as the Paris Games.
Although it was not as influential as football in France, it was still very popular.
Therefore, even though the temperature outside was very high now.
However, there were still many spectators in the stands.
There were already more than 15,000 people.
It was very spectacular.
The event that everyone was most concerned about today was the men's 100m sprint.
Not only was there the world champion, Morris Green, but there were also England's two heroes, Francis and Chambers, the beautiful country's Williams, as well as another famous player, the famous Nigeria player, Aliu.
What the audience wanted to see the most was for the five of them to be divided into a group and have an exciting flying man battle.
Unfortunately, he didn't get his wish.
The four of them were divided into two groups.
Yang Zhuo was in the same group as Morris Green, Williams, and Aliu.
In the media area.
Central TV Sports Channel's reporters were also here, even though Central TV did not broadcast the Golden League.
However, with Yang Zhuo's sudden outburst and Liu Xiang and Huang Qiuyan's participation in the competition, the team was not as strong as before.
Therefore, the reporters came to the scene.
The news was sent back to the country as soon as possible.
At this moment.
Group A of the men's 100m sprint was about to begin. Yang Zhuo and his team were led into the arena by the staff.
It was still cool when they were in the underground passage just now, but when they came out, it was as if they had entered a sauna.
The heat wave made people feel as if their hair was about to be burnt.
"Yang Zhuo!"
The young reporter shouted at Yang Zhuo.
He was a little excited.
When Yang Zhuo heard the shout, he quickly turned around and saw the Central TV logo. He felt a sense of familiarity.
Then, he waved his hand.
"Yang Zhuo, do your best!"
"I will!"
After saying that, Yang Zhuo turned around and went to familiarize himself with the field.
Time was limited, only a few minutes.
In the media area.
The young reporter was chatting with the cameraman."Lu, what do you think Yang Zhuo will do?”
"I don't know. Anyway, there are many famous generals in this competition. Yang Zhuo's strength is still lacking.”
"That's true, but Yang Zhuo is only 16 years old. What will he be like when he's 20? Can you open the 10-second barrier?"
"20 years old? I think I can break 10 before I turn 18.”
"Hehe, if that's the case, then we can follow him around the world for interviews in the future.”
In the stands.
A few university students were chatting excitedly.
"Brother Luo, did you see that? I didn't lie to you, right? That's Yang Zhuo!”
"I saw it."
Brother Luo sounded a little excited.
Among so many black and white people, Yang Zhuo stood out.
As an international student from China, he was excited to see his fellow countrymen standing on the track of the 100m sprint, regardless of their results.
"It's a pity that there are too many famous players in this race. It's almost impossible for Yang Zhuo to win another medal.”
Upon hearing this, the smile on Brother Luo's face did not diminish.""It doesn't matter. Being able to stand here is already a success. It's already hope. When he grows up slowly, he will be able to win the championship one day.”
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the World University Games."By the way, Yang Zhuo is a student of Beijing University. Will he participate in the World University Games?”
"Definitely. There's an 80 - 90% chance of winning the championship.”
"If we really win the championship, we'll be the first 100m world champion in China.”
Brother Luo was a little excited.
Then, he made a trumpet gesture and shouted at Yang Zhuo,"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
It was a pity.
Yang Zhuo couldn't hear them since they were far away.
"Brother Luo, when he runs over later, he will be able to hear our conversation.”
They were all at the bottom of the stands. They could walk to the railing and greet Yang Zhuo later.
A few minutes later.
The athletes stood at the starting line.
The broadcast followed the camera and introduced the contestants of each track.
When Morris Green and Williams were introduced, loud cheers rang out in the stadium.
This was the treatment of the strong.
At Yang Zhuo's station, it was much better than the last one. At least the host had more introduction words than the last one.
He mentioned that he was the bronze medal winner of the Stockholm race, running 10.06 seconds.
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
The three international students shouted.
Yang Zhuo still didn't hear it.
On the sidelines.
"Are you that calm?" Sun Haiping looked at Li Qing and asked.”
"What else? Anyway, I don't have any pressure. Yang Zhuo came here to gain experience. The bronze medal in the last race was due to luck.”
Li Qing crossed his arms and looked very relaxed.
"The master is calm, but the disciple is excited.”
Sun Haiping complained and continued,"I'm not like you. I went to take a look just now. Liu Xiang was waiting in the underground passage. He sat on the bench and didn't move his body. He was a little depressed.”
"Coach Sun, this is a problem. He must be under a lot of pressure. You have to guide him well.”
"Yes, I'll have a good chat with him after this race.”
On the track.
Yang Zhuo was in lane 2, Morris Green was in lane 5, Williams was in lane 4, and Aliu was in lane 3.
At this moment.
The clamor in the stadium continued to reach his ears.
But Yang Zhuo filtered them out.
He glanced at Morris Green from the corner of his eye, then looked at the finish line.
His heart was burning with passion.
World champion, right?
He was not that strong and knew that he could not win now.
However, he was not afraid or timid at all.
Instead, he was very excited.
It was rare to be able to challenge the world champion.
“On~your~marks！”
Hearing the voice, Yang Zhuo drove all the thoughts out of his mind.
Then, he squatted down in front of the starting line and stepped on the run-up device.
At the same time, the noise in the stadium instantly became much quieter.
The match was about to begin!
“SET！”
The backup command sounded.
The eight of them started running at the same time with a whoosh.
It was very neat.
Yang Zhuo held his breath and waited for the electronic starting gun to sound.
The start was the most important part of the 100m sprint. A good start would lead to a good ending.
His reaction speed was a little slow in the last race, so he had to improve this time.
"Pa!"
The moment the gunshots sounded, Yang Zhuo kicked his feet and dashed out.
He was like a wild horse that had lost its reins and was running wildly forward.
He did not know where his reaction ranked among the eight people, nor did he want to know.
At this moment, all his attention was on the track.
He ran with his head down.
He waved his arm.
Speed up!
Speed up again!
So what if he was the world champion? He was not afraid.
In the stands.
The three Chinese students cheered for Yang Zhuo excitedly.
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
15 meters.
At this moment.
In the lead were Williams, Aliu, Morris, and Yang Zhuo.
The other four had already fallen behind.
20 meters.
Yang Zhuo raised his head.
30 meters.
They entered the halfway stage.
Yang Zhuo landed on the ground with his front foot and pulled back. His legs twisted and twisted so fast that it looked like an illusion.
At the side.
Alius was almost shoulder to shoulder with him.
As for the others, he couldn't see them and wouldn't pay attention to them.
Charge!
Charge and it's over!
High-speed running was his forte. Here, he had to try his best to create and increase his speed.
50 meters.
His speed had reached its peak.
The running track was completely divided into two groups.
Yang Zhuo and the other two were in front of them.
Behind him were the other four.
The first place would be decided among the top four.
Yang Zhuo saw that Aliu was increasing his speed.
The black man's advantage in the second half of the game began to show.
You're strong in the second half?
I'm not bad either!
Yang Zhuo kept running at the highest speed, his long legs running on the track.
His two arms swung vigorously.
In the stadium, the audience was getting more and more excited.
Because the first place was about to be confirmed.
On the sidelines.
Li Qing's eyes widened in surprise.
Because Yang Zhuo was still in the first echelon.
It was still there!
He knew Yang Zhuo's ability. He was still in the first team, which meant that he could create a miracle in this match.
"Good luck!"
Li Qing clenched his fists.
In the stands.
Brother Luo clenched his fists and shouted hoarsely,""Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
Eighty meters.
There were only three people left in the first echelon, including Yang Zhuo.
90 meters.
Yang Zhuo and Aliu were walking side by side.
100 meters.
The center of gravity leaned forward and pressed down on the line.
"Sou!"
Yang Zhuo almost crossed the finish line with Aliu.
The naked eye could not tell who pressed the line first.
"Ah!"
Brother Luo was so happy that he almost jumped up. The other two companions were also so excited that they could not speak.
It was hard to tell who would cross the lane first, Yang Zhuo or Aliu.
However, Yang Zhuo was at least third.
To be able to face three world famous generals without falling into a disadvantageous position was a f * cking huge success.
"Awesome!"
"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"
On the sidelines.
Li Qing waved his fist and shouted,""Beautiful!"
Sun Haiping, who was beside him, had an incredulous look on his face.
Yang Zhuo's condition was too good, too good!
The two consecutive games showed high standards.
This was very rare.
At the same time.
All the contestants of Group A crossed the line, and the results were displayed on the big screen.
Yang Zhuo panted and looked at the big screen.
1: Lane 4, Williams, reaction time 0.139 seconds, result 9.99 seconds
2: Lane 2, Yang Zhuo, 0.145 seconds, 10.05 seconds
Third lane, Aliu, reaction time 0.144 seconds, result 10.06 seconds
Lane 5, Morris Green, 0.155 seconds, 10.11 seconds
……
Yang Zhuo was stunned when he saw the result.
？？？
What was going on?
Morris Green only ran for 10.11 seconds?
You're the f * cking world champion, the world record holder of 9.79 seconds.
This was the result?
Did you poop in your pants?
At this time, Aliu of Nigeria walked over and patted Yang Zhuo's shoulder, giving him a thumbs up.
It meant," You're great."
Yang Zhuo hugged him and said in English,"You're also very powerful!"
“haha！”
Alius smiled and turned to leave.
At this moment.
Yang Zhuo suddenly heard someone calling his name.
After searching the stands for a few seconds, he finally found the source of the sound and ran over quickly.
The three international students were excited.
"Yang Zhuo!"
"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"
The stands were not high, and the railings were not high either.
Yang Zhuo shook hands with them through the guardrail."Did you study in France?”
"Yes, I am!"
"Yang Zhuo, you're amazing!"
"Can I have your autograph?"
"I can, but I haven't signed it before. The handwriting is a little ugly.”
"It's alright," Brother Luo said excitedly.”
So Yang Zhuo gave them their autographs, then turned around and went back.
The reporters in the media area came out and surrounded Williams to take photos.
The Central TV reporter came to Yang Zhuo and said,"Yang Zhuo, congratulations! This shot ran very well! Another new record!"
"Thank you!"
"Are you satisfied with your performance?”
"I'm satisfied. There are still many details that need to be adjusted in the future.”
"Okay, good luck in the next game!"
......
After Group A, it was soon Group B's match.
Group B also had the champions of the Basel Grand Final, Francis Chambers, who was also very interesting.
Yang Zhuo came to Li Qing's place to watch the match of Group B.
"Yang Zhuo, I have a feeling that you can still win a medal." Li Qing was very excited.”
"I'm not that optimistic. Francis and Chambers are both very strong.”
"You'll know when you see it."
The 100m sprint started quickly and ended even faster.
Group B's match quickly ended.
The result was unexpected.
Francis, who was in first place, only ran in 10.08 seconds, while Chambers ran in 10.31 seconds.
Therefore, Yang Zhuo won the silver medal.
Ridiculous.
Li's big score.
It was so f * cking strange.
What was going on with these experts?
Especially Morris Green, who held the world record of 10.11 seconds.
Did you go to a nightclub last night?
You're exhausted, right?
He was not the only one who found it strange. Even the audience in the stands were very dissatisfied and booed.
However…
There were happy people.
For example, the three international students who came to watch the competition.
"Haha! Silver medal!"
"F * ck! That's great!"
"Morris and Chambers are pulling Curry!”
" Awesome! He broke history again!"
"Yang Zhuo won a medal for the first time in the Olympics and a silver medal for the first time in Paris. He won't win a gold medal in the next race, right?”
"You're thinking too much."
"Anyway, as long as I'm happy, it's over!"
Li Qing was also very happy. Xiao Zhuo, good job running!"
Yang Zhuo wasn't excited at all this time.
He was even disappointed.
The long-awaited match against the world champion, he thought he could see Morris 'true strength.
results
Sigh.
This silver medal had no value at all.
Li Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.”
"If Morris ran 9.79 seconds and I followed behind to get a silver medal, I would definitely jump up in excitement.”
Li Qing:
"Don't always think that you won because the other party didn't play well, because state is also a part of strength.”
After the competition.
Yang Zhuo didn't have a urine test again.
Instead, he stayed on the sidelines to watch Liu Xiang's game.
After all the competitions were over, they would attend the award ceremony.
The silver medal also had a prize of 5000 US dollars.
Moreover, the prize money for sports events did not have to be paid taxes.
Of course, if they didn't pay taxes, they would give the points to the Track and Field Association, Beijing University, and Li Qing.
But he was still very happy.
It was better than nothing.
The 110m hurdles were also divided into two groups. Xiang Liu was still in poor condition. After crossing the first hurdle, his rhythm was a little chaotic.
This time, his overall score was only ranked seventh.
And Huang Qiuyan didn't get good results either.
However, with Yang Zhuo's silver medal, the Paris competition was a good harvest for Chinese sports fans.
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