Make the rabbit at the beginning, exposing the deeds of the national soldiers

A young man in black clothes was striding through the bustling crowd towards the much-anticipated podium of the Olympic Hall!

He has black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin.

The clothes on his body looked like western clothes, but they seemed to be more stable than their western clothes.

This young man took every step very firmly.

Mount Tai collapsed in the front without changing its color, and the elk flourished in the left without blinking.

See here.

The person in charge turned his head and glanced at Liu Changchun, who was stubborn and stubborn on the track, and then at the young man in black who was striding forward, his face was full of question marks.

"What's the matter with the people of this nation?"

"Why do their countries have become back gardens that other countries are vying to plunder, but their eyes are still so determined, like a charging warrior?"

The companion beside him was also very puzzled.

If Qin Yu knew the doubts in their hearts, he would definitely smile lightly.

"We Chinese descendants may be defeated, but we will never be knocked down!"

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now.

The audience in front of the TV also noticed Qin Yu and saw him striding towards the podium.

"Fuck! Look at Qin Yu!"

"I'm so numb, I bet Qin Yu is going to support Liu Changchun with a pack of spicy strips!"

"It's numb, Yangshi is going to have a drama where the people of later generations will be the backer of the humiliated predecessors?"

"Fuck, although it's bloody, I've already started to ignite! Liu Changchun, come on!!"

"The loneliest person, don't be afraid, behind you is the motherland that will be strong in the future!"

"Liu Changchun, come on!"

One after another, cheering red barrages flew across the screen and gathered into a red wave. The audience seemed to use this method to resist and crush the insults and curses of the foreigners.

for a while.

Almost all of the audience was emotionally charged.

"Mr. Liu! Although I can't go back to [-], I will cheer for you in [-]!!"

"Retired veteran athletes, come and cheer for the seniors!"

"There is no one behind us who bullies our seniors, right? Damn, when we single-handedly destroy seventeen halls, you will know who is the boss!"

"Sportsmanship has been eaten by dogs. Mr. Liu, hold on!!"

"National table tennis players come to report and cheer for the seniors!!"

"Although we can't go back in time, it is our duty to support our ancestors!"

"I am Su Bingtian, a Xia Guojian general athlete, cheering for my seniors in track and field, and the future generations will be with the seniors!"

"[-]! [-]! This is [-], please reply!"

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Chapter 143 You translate for me, what is the Olympic spirit!

In a messy kitchen.

The man clamped the chopsticks on the gas valve of the old-fashioned pressure cooker, and lifted it up gently.

moment.

On the greasy exhaust valve, two streams of white scorching steam came out from several small air holes, and began to release the high-intensity pressure in the country.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

Accompanied by an ear-piercing sound of deflation, the molecules with a strong meaty aroma kept moving irregularly in the air.

The man sniffed twice and smelled the tempting meaty aroma, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

After a few minutes, the depressurization is completed.

He quickly scooped out the glistening wax gourd pork ribs soup, took a bowl, and walked to the living room with the bowl.

Just as the man was about to speak, he saw his daughter-in-law on the sofa holding her youngest son, her eyes flushed.

"What romantic movie is this again?"

He complained inwardly, and cast his eyes on the TV screen curiously.

When he saw the lonely figure on the track, he, an early national athlete, immediately guessed who the young man holding the sign was.

Liu Changchun!

Xia Guo Olympic No.1!

At this time.

The woman smelled the meat, and when she turned around, she saw her husband standing beside her.

"rub!"

She stood up immediately, holding the remote control and wanted to change the channel.

she knows.

My husband used to be the main player of the national air rifle shooting team, but he retired when he was closest to the Olympics because of his eyesight.

After retiring.

Husband who knows nothing but shooting, learned to repair cars, learned electric welding, worked as a waiter, worked as an intermediary...

But in the end they were fired for various reasons, and now they work as scrubbers in a bathhouse.

And the Olympics.

It became the deepest pain in his memory, and his temper would become very irritable when he heard something about sports.