Ah, the team doctor is actually a light elf!

Everyone was already surprised when they saw Jin Jize's first appearance.

When they saw that he was still swimming leisurely in the last 100 meters, but always controlled about half a body distance from the second place, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Why does it look like you're so slow, but you can actually swim in first place!"

Someone in the audience asked such a question, which immediately brought back the memories of many spectators who have loved water sports for many years.

Just two years ago, he was like this. He looked unhurried and very confusing. It even made people feel that he was playing in the water, relaxed and comfortable, but he could always swim with amazing results.

Those who were still sighing just now, who couldn't get into Jin Jize's eyes and now couldn't get into the top thirty, now had a slight redness in their eyes.

"Jin Jize...is he well?"

His voice was a little nervous, but full of expectations.

The people around him also said with a hint of uncertainty: "It looks a bit like a few years ago."

There are splashes of water in the swimming pool, and the tall and strong body rises and falls in the water, like a fish in the water, moving forward easily.

The last ten or five meters are the end!

Jin Jize put his head out of the water and held his hands on the edge of the pool. Even though his eyes were covered by swimming goggles, his bright smile could be seen on his face.

The fans who once loved him on the sidelines were reminded of the laughter and sweet and sour memories of the past almost instantly.

"Goldfish, are you?!"

After more than a year and nearly two years, this familiar nickname once again sounded from the sidelines, scattered with nostalgia and choking.

After Jin Jize came ashore, he waved in the direction of the sound. It was extremely natural, as if he was saying hello to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, without any sense of disobedience.

No one noticed that the eye sockets hidden under the swimming goggles were slightly red and moist. It was not known whether it was the water in the swimming goggles or the tears flowing out of the eyes.

The 400-meter freestyle preliminaries ended. Jin Jize, who was multi-faceted that night, also competed in the 1500-meter freestyle preliminaries.

His skill in the water, as fast as a flying fish in the water, brought back many people's memories.

It has also allowed many water sports enthusiasts to successfully confirm one thing - the former Jin Jize is really back!

[There are so many surprises at this National Games, and the goldfish is back too! 】

[Jin Jize recovered from injury and returned to form! ! ! 】

[The newcomer sincerely asks, why does Jin Jize seem to be swimming so easily, but his speed is so fast? 】

It was getting dark, people were getting off work, and the day's games were over. Many sports enthusiasts poured into the forum. Everything that happened during the day was discussed, and the forum was filled with cheers and excitement.

Qingyin returned to the hotel's repaired road and became busy again.

If the day's work is to watch games with pay and occasionally deal with on-site emergencies, then the night's work is more fulfilling and busy.

The temporary physical therapy room this time is not a small cubicle shared with others. After all, the number of people she has to be responsible for will be much more than last time.

After finishing her meal, Yinyin took a walk outside and then returned to the hotel.

This is a semi-enclosed reception room, which was originally supposed to be a public area, but because their provincial team designated this floor, this relatively large public area can be used at will, so it was temporarily designated as a road. Qingyin's physical therapy room.

When she came in, she saw that the first group of people had already arrived according to the scheduled time.

Bei Jiao and Du Tao were sitting aside to rest a little tiredly. Jin Jize, Zhou Feng, Gao Muhan, Bai Yuan, Xu Tian and others were already resting inside. Relatively speaking, they were much more energetic.

At this time, Zhou Feng had successfully gotten back his mobile phone.

She pursed her lips tightly and looked at the content on her phone intently. Her pursed lips looked like she was about to smile, but her expression looked a bit like she was about to cry.

Lu Qingyin walked in and said with a smile: "Zhou Zhou, you should smile. It's such a happy day. Everyone said that they will cheer you loudly in the semi-finals and finals tomorrow. You will definitely be very happy then and you can run well." results."

Gao Muhan also stood up and said with a smile: "Yeah, you don't have to listen to us stupid people who don't know what to say anymore. Come on. The audience is so excited. In the finals tomorrow, they will probably shout Potian."

When Zhou Feng heard this, he quickly raised his head and said, "It's not stupid at all. It's the best cheering sound I've ever heard."

"Hahaha~"

Everyone laughed, and Bai Yuan sat down next to him: "Oh, I didn't expect you, Zhou Feng, to be so sweet-tongued."

Zhou Feng heard everyone's laughter and pulled down the brim of his peaked cap, immediately blocking his expression.

Lu Qingyin clapped her hands to remind everyone to come over. She still had a smile on her face and her eyes were still shining with joy: "Okay, let's get started."

Gao Muhan also held a schedule in her hand. She had already finished the competition, so she volunteered to help: "Bei Jiao and Du Tao are in the first group today. They played three games in a row today."

Du Tao pushed Beijiao and motioned for her to go first.

Beijiao got up and lay down on the makeshift physiotherapy bed.

Yinyin was slightly confused: "I watched track and field competitions. The preliminaries, semi-finals and finals are all separate. The most stressful time is to finish the competition in two days. How can there be so many competitions in one day?"

She had seen some table tennis before when she was training at the base. One game would take a long time. This National Games will adopt a best-of-seven game system, so three games a day will be played.

Yin Yinxing's eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "Doesn't that mean we have to fight for five or six hours?"

Gao Muhan looked slightly worried at the side: "Both of them are the backbone of our provincial team. Men's/women's singles, mixed doubles, men's/women's doubles, and teams. Carrying four events on one shoulder is a challenge."

Beijiao moved her neck and shoulders left and right, and then said: "It's okay, I can hold on."

Yinyin said distressedly: "Then I'll hurry up and you guys can go to bed early after the physical therapy."

At this time, Zhou Feng, who was waiting on the side, was tapping on the screen with his fingers non-stop. The eyes that once held the aura of not allowing strangers to enter are now a piece of shallow ice that has been melted by the warmth.

In a small room thousands of miles away.

Qian Wangzhou had just returned home from an overtime meeting and took out his mobile phone to check out the National Games.

He sat slumped in front of the table, unpacking the lunch box he bought, and placed his mobile phone next to him.

Is there no Zhou Feng in the high jump list? Qian Wangzhou showed a hint of joy on his face.

He opened Weibo again, ready to see how Zhou Feng would be scolded.

As a result, as soon as I opened Weibo, my phone was jammed due to the vibrating private message background.

While waiting for the phone to respond, he thought about many possibilities in his mind. Is Zhou Feng completely retired? Someone sent a private message to tell him about this?

After being stuck for a long time, the phone finally successfully entered the Weibo backend.

When I clicked in and took a look, I was immediately frightened by the number of private messages and dropped my chopsticks.

Why do so many people criticize him? Even the people who would scold Zhou Feng for him every once in a while are now scolding him in turn?

With almost trembling hands, Qian Wangzhou skillfully switched to the trumpet, and then quickly clicked on the comment area under Zhou Feng's Weibo.

Seeing the almost completely different style of painting in the comment area and the shocking results, my hands began to shake involuntarily.

How can it be?

Why?

Why was it that in that accident, he was so injured that he had to retire, but Zhou Feng was fine? Why is Zhou Feng already like this, about to retire with no results, and God wants to give him new talents?

They were obviously the same twins back then, weren't they? And his Qian Wangzhou's results are obviously better!

Qian Wangzhou stared at everything in the long Weibo post, comments, and forums, his eyes becoming red and bloodshot.

He overturned the table in front of him and smashed the table and rice to the ground with a loud bang.

In order to prevent the situation from calming down over the years, Qian Wangzhou would pat himself on the back from time to time for going to the gym, pulling strings in the park and trying to post on his own Weibo, silently abusing fans and prolonging the online violence.

He just doesn't want to see Zhou Feng being good, he just can't accept that someone who was once not as good as him can live comfortably and even be more dazzling than him.

But today, the malice contained in the Weibo posts over the years seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and was all thrown back to me.

After looking at the comments in the comment section of his Weibo, he took out a box of beer in the corner of the room and started blowing on each bottle.

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder outside the window, and a heavy rain came. The lights in the house flickered, and finally it fell into darkness.

There were looming people in the dark room, and the weak mobile phone light illuminated a small group of ferocious faces, and the backlash was so strong.

Lightning and thunder thundered thousands of miles away, dark clouds gathered, and under the darkness, violent winds and rain fell.

Outside the window of the hotel's temporary treatment room, the bright moon was shining high, and the dark night sky was dotted with many shining stars.

After the first batch of physical therapy, Yinyinli was filled with satisfaction, and she said in a vigorous voice: "Okay, go back and rest quickly."

Everyone gradually walked out and took the time to go back to the room to sleep and rest.

At the moment before leaving the house, Zhou Feng whispered: "Thank you everyone."

After saying that, he quickly left the temporary physical therapy room as if running away.

Almost in the next second, messages posted by people who followed Weibo popped up on everyone's mobile phones.

When I clicked on it, I found that it was Zhou Feng who had posted on Weibo, and there were two posts in one post.

The first Weibo.

He carefully found all the people who spoke for him, one by one, and listed them all on a large page.

"Thank you very much. Meeting you all is the luckiest thing in my life."

The second Weibo.

"The person I want to thank the most is the cute little elf. Maybe everyone will be surprised why I, a high jumper who has been stuck in the quagmire and has been unable to achieve results, suddenly chose to switch events after failing to win a medal in the championship."

"To be honest, I originally planned to retire. It was you who brought me into this new world. All the honors I have now and in the future are half of yours. I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet you and meet you."

The matter between Zhou Feng and Miao Xiaoxing has spread completely among almost all the athletes participating in the National Games.

The athletes who have no competition tomorrow are discussing this matter excitedly.

These two Weibo posts revealed the doubts in many people's minds, and also revealed this secret that no outsider knew, and even my companions only thought it was a coincidence.

A good high jumper is no longer a young man of 110 or years old. Seeing that his career has reached its peak, there is no possibility of a better breakthrough. Why did he suddenly jump to the -meter hurdles?

It turns out that she was the one who suggested the transfer!