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In the bird's nest, the broadcast sounded.

"Please invite the 62nd group players to participate in the competition."

Yang Yun stood up from the ground, looking at the high jump pole with burning eyes.

As long as he jumps over the pole without touching the pole, he can end the game.

The foot was not injured, and it was a breeze, killing the audience in seconds.

With his foot injured, Yang Yun didn't know how much strength he would have.

I originally wanted to use painkillers to relieve the pain, so I jumped over it abruptly, but now that the painkillers have failed, even if I have strength, the pain will be greatly reduced.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

"Sweeping monk, come on, no matter you win or lose, we will support you."

"Yang Yun, don't give up, we Yanhua are not afraid of war!"

There is a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast room. From then on, the sweeping monk has another layer of meaning.

"Hey, hey, don't go."

"Congratulations to the master for reaching 100% performance and getting a multi-alloy metal design drawing as a reward."

"The winner, Yang Yun, is from Yanhua Country. All citizens of the country they belong to live +3, leg strength +10%, Yang Yun's life span +6, leg strength +20%."

squat.

Soaring into the air, leaning back and falling back, the standard movements of high jumpers.

Barrages flew all over, all trying to dissuade Yang Yun.

"There is still a game to come, so don't sacrifice too much in this game."

. . . .

They are angry at the loss of the face of a big country, and at the failure of returning from desperate efforts.

"Ahhhh!"

His left ankle was as swollen as a three-year-old child's fist. Yang Yun could no longer stand up, and when he moved his left leg a little, he would feel excruciating pain.

"Pay attention to your body, we are here to support you!"

"They're all from Water Blue Planet, give me a hand."

The people of the nine major countries have a great hatred for Yang Yun, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood raw.

. . . .

"Yes, go to work hard tomorrow, I will never fish again, and try to contribute more."

"Just pull me, I can't get up!"

"What's wrong, the sweeping monk, Yang Yun is also sweeping the floor."

But now that he is injured, this is already a jump beyond the limit.

Even though his ankle was so red and swollen that he couldn't stand up anymore, even if the pain invaded his bone marrow and made him want to cut off his entire left foot, Yang Yun had never felt so hearty.

The podium rose, and Yang Yun wanted to step on it, but unfortunately he couldn't move.

It's a pity that Yang Yun couldn't see it, and he didn't pay attention to it when he saw it.

There are painkillers for crawling over there. Although I still can't stand up, at least it can make the pain of this day less painful.

"This is something that can't be helped. It's all for victory. We have to work hard."

2.4 m.

"The high jump competition is over, No.1 is Yang Yun from Yanhua Country, with a score of 2.4 meters!"

In the bird's nest, the lights were turned off, and the sports field was plunged into semi-darkness. Yang Yun felt that no one was paying attention to him at this time, so he crawled into the room bit by bit.

"The rest are in the loser group. The leg strength of the country they belong to is reduced by 30%, and the life span is -3."

Just pretended to be a jerk, and jumped as high as he could, and now that Quan Yanhua is broadcasting live, we can't let people see his embarrassed side.

"Yanhua won!"

Ignoring the system prompt, Yang Yun moved.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Yun would not have to be so difficult.

This was Yang Yun's choice, and it was also his final choice. If he jumped over it, he would be able to win the first place with a slight advantage.

Jim Brown roared angrily, Ah San knelt on the ground and begged the gods for forgiveness, Ying Guo broke his mechanical leg, and Fu Sang Guo directly committed seppuku.

The severe pain in the soles of the feet brought Yang Yun back to reality, and he almost had no time to get up.

Approaching the high jump pole.

Seeing the people walking back to their own room one by one, Yang Yun was powerless.

"Yang Yun, Yang Yun, you also have today."

He started running, slowly at first, just a little faster than walking.

Yang Yun: "I'm fucking."

Song Xiong looked at the barrage and smiled without saying a word, thinking in his heart.

All this was because of one person, that person was lying on the ground, with a pitiful appearance of being cheap and obedient, and those who didn't know the painful expression thought he was in great pain.

No one in the Yanhua live broadcast room posted barrage anymore, and everyone was praying for Yang Yun. This was a jump full of hope, and it was also a jump full of hope.

Yang Yun hung the medal on his chest and looked at the rising red flag. For the first time, he had a sense of responsibility for participating in the Olympic Games.

He really wanted to ask if anyone could give him a hand, he remembered.

"But have you noticed that the back of the sweeping monk is a bit bleak?"

It's just that the clenched teeth and the ferocious expression showed that Yang Yun was enduring great pain at the moment.

"It's not just desolate, it's simply desolate. Walking alone in the long night, no, crawling on the ground, how can it be inconsistent with his identity."

"Ding, it has been detected that the owner and Zhang Weiguo have the same desire to break through the self, the role-playing rate +10%, and the current role-playing rate is 100%."

Yanhua live broadcast room.

Can't the system give him something to heal his injuries? He's in so much pain now.

Before taking off, Yang Yun was not sure whether he could succeed, but he did, and he didn't want to give up. Since he was selected by the IWC Olympic Games, and since there is a performance system, he will take on his own responsibilities, seek benefits for the country, and serve the country. People make a living.

. . . .

Yang Yun roared, tried his best to resist the tearing sensation in his ankle, stood up, and jumped.

Xiao Wang stood behind him.

Song Xiong frowned, Yang Yun's sprain was more serious than imagined.

"The sweeping monk really did his best for us."

Yang Yun screamed inwardly, but he still pretended to be calm.

The horizontal bar of the high jump is only millimeters away from him and can be dropped with just a light touch.

Then the national anthem was played, but there was no one on the podium, and the gold medal automatically fell into Yang Yun's hands.

Yang Yun used this jump to let everyone know that he is doing his best to fight for Yanhua, even if he suffers pain, even if he faces danger, he will not give up.

Everyone saw the bright red figure jumping high and landed on the soft cushion.

Yang Yun lay prone on the ground and roared loudly, as if his voice wanted to overturn the bird's nest.

"Ding, it is detected that the master and Zhang Guowei have a strong desire to win the championship. The performance rate is +10%, and the current performance rate is 90%."

While running, Yang Yun felt the responsibility as an athlete for the first time, fighting for the country and honoring the people.

Winning, a leap of faith, success.

Now, Yang Yun only has the high jump pole in his eyes.

But it stood there firmly, not moving at all.

There is no one to help him in this place, and people from other countries can't wait to step on him a few times, let alone help.

"Won!"

Several big countries are angrily venting their dissatisfaction. They found that it is ironic that they tried their best to win the game and still entered the loser group. The punishment is the same as that of those lagging behind small countries.

The voice in the bird's nest sounded.

Every step he takes, the pain deepens. Yang Yun seems to be unaware of this. He only has the 2.4-meter-high pole in his eyes.

After adapting to the pain, Yang Yun ran faster and faster, reaching the level of a normal person.

So, in the darkness, the weak and helpless figure slowly climbed forward.

"Captain Song, according to your instructions, ten top Yanhua orthopedic surgeons have been recruited, and they are willing to treat Yang Yun."

Song Xiong nodded.

"This kid is trying to be brave, but he still wants us to wipe his ass."

"However, this one can do well. After this kid's several victories, Yanhua is already a solid piece of iron, as solid as gold."

"Just waiting for a victory to frighten all parties."