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

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Yangshi studio!

All the staff covered their mouths.

too fast!

The last 20 meters competition is too fierce!

Even in the first 0.1 seconds of crossing the line, the athletes were still running hard.

Under the high-definition lens.

They could even see the streamlined muscles shaking wildly on the athletes' muscular thighs.

"really...."

"Did Qin Yu rewrite history in the script?"

Director Zhang Shuangjiang's heart hit his chest hard the moment Liu Changchun crossed the line, making it difficult for him to breathe.

1932 years.

Unfortunately, Liu Changchun was eliminated in the first round of the 100-meter sprint due to his physical condition.

His score that day was fixed at 11.1 seconds.

but.

In Qin Yu's script, Liu Changchun came to No.4!

Although he still didn't make it to the finals, he abruptly raised his ranking by three places! !

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Chapter 158 Those Who Didn't Say Goodbye Properly, Must Reunite, Definitely!

finish line.

Exhausted, Liu Changchun half-kneeled on the ground, the temples on both sides of his head throbbed crazily, as if they were going to explode.

Because of the desperate sprint just now, he almost had a splitting headache.

The strength stored in every inch of muscle seemed to be swallowed up by the 100 meters he ran, and he twitched unconsciously.

His brain was full of humming sounds, and his dry throat kept smelling fishy and sweet. His whole body was like a blown engine, and various discomforts followed one after another.

"Huh...huh..."

Liu Changchun resisted the feeling of retching, panted heavily and tried to stand up, the world in his eyes slowly changed from black and white to the original color.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the audience.

However, he found that those compatriots in red clothes seemed to have appeared as phantoms, hazy.

Liu Changchun shook his head vigorously. After concentrating his attention for a while, he looked towards the stands again.

I saw that the athlete who was later called the world's flying man was holding up his right hand and waving it vigorously towards himself.

Can't see what he's waving.

But he saw all the compatriots in the stands jumping up, waving their arms towards him like a red wave.

after a few seconds.

Liu Changchun's hearing gradually recovered, and the sound like a tsunami flooded into his ears immediately.

"Ten seconds six eight! Ten seconds six eight!!"

"Break 10.8, break Liu Changchun's own limit!"

"After wandering for more than 1932 days without recovering his physical strength, he broke his limit! He rewrote the Asian record in [-] to [-] seconds!!"

"Brilliant!"

Among all the Xia country compatriots at the scene, a man's hoarse voice broke through the heavy waves and resounded throughout the Olympic venues.

"At this moment, he is riding the wind. He is not alone. There are hundreds of millions of Xia country compatriots behind him! Although he still failed to enter the finals, he has reversed history and surpassed history! Changed history!"

This man is called Huang Jianxiang. He clasped his hands into a trumpet shape and roared into the sky with his throat.More and more compatriots were infected by him, and they all shouted "Transcend history and change history!"

This earth-shattering shout touched the water drops on Liu Changchun's brow, and let it fall into his pale lips.

Liu Changchun took a sip and whispered.

"Salty."

immediately.

Liu Changchun, who had recovered a little, straightened up, and put the flag Qin Yu gave him over his back.

"I'm not here to win first place."

"It's to tell the world that Xia Guo is coming!"

"I burned myself out, I did it..."

The camera suddenly changed from near to far, and quickly zoomed to the sky above the stadium.

On the [-]-meter track.

A yellow-skinned Xia countryman with a slightly dark face stood there like a flagpole, with the flag fluttering behind him.

The five stars are twinkling, and the red flag does not fall to the ground.

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Time and space seem to freeze for a second, and then re-enter the normal.

The foreign athletes on the track cheered and celebrated their entry into the final.

But Liu Changchun stood alone panting, looking up at the huge Olympic stands full of foreign spectators.

The tinnitus and dizziness that gave him a splitting headache have disappeared, and his vision is no longer blurred.

He stood there in a daze.

There is no sea of ​​red in the stands, and there is no confident black tunic suit on the podium.