Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

There were no problems in the semi-finals either.

He advanced to the final with a time of 10 seconds.

Yang Haijian from the Huaxia team also advanced to the final.

The remaining 6 are:

Shingo Jiji and Shingo Kawada from Plaster Country, Mubarak from Saudi Arabia, Suwan Pratep from Siam, Mohammad Farhan from Bahrain, and Chenowor from Kazakhstan.

决赛的8个人，除了杨卓在预赛里跑进了10秒10，剩下的在预赛和半决赛里成绩都在10秒20以上。

The strength gap is obvious.

9 month 21 day.

night.

Rizal Athletics Stadium.

The lights were brightly lit, and the auditorium was full of spectators.

The final of the men's 100-meter sprint event of the Asian Championships will be held soon.

The information of the 8 finalists has been given on the big screen.

Track 1: Chen Haijian, Huaxia, semi-final score 10 seconds

Track 2: Ji Cixin Wu, Plaster Country, semi-final score 10 seconds

Track 3: Yang Zhuo, China, semi-final score 10 seconds

Track 4: Shingo Kawata, Plaster Country, semi-final score 10 seconds

Track 5: Mubarak, Saudi Arabia, semi-final score 10 seconds

on site.

The host is introducing each contestant in English.

The audience was very noisy.

Everyone waved the national flags of various countries, and some pulled banners.

When the camera came to Yang Zhuo, the host introduced passionately:

"The third track is the men's 3-meter champion of the World University Games, the runner-up of the IAAF Golden League Paris Station, and the No. 100 Asian men's 100-meter sprint this year. From China, Yang Zhuo!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhuo waved his hand at the camera.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

Especially the people from Huaxia even called out his name.

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

At the same time, CCTV Sports Channel is also broadcasting the final.

The commentator is still Yang Jian.

At the moment, he is talking eloquently.

"In the preliminaries and the semi-finals, Yang Zhuo kept running and didn't try his best. I don't know what kind of results can be achieved by this shot in the final."

"It can be seen from the expression that Yang Zhuo looks relaxed, while the other players are more dignified. Yang Zhuo puts too much pressure on them, and his strength is absolutely crushed."

"This is also the first time that Chinese 100-meter athletes can have such a strong pressure in the Asian Championships."

"The on-site players have been introduced, and the game will start immediately. Two plaster country players sandwich Yang Zhuo in the middle to see if they can cause trouble for Yang Zhuo."

in front of the TV.

Yang Guoqiang sat at the table, ate some side dishes, drank some wine, and waited for the game to start.

Zhang Yumin sat opposite without moving his chopsticks.

"You drink less, the game hasn't started yet, you've finished both glasses."

Yang Guoqiang said embarrassingly: "Isn't this cheering for our son?"

"Don't use this as an excuse, the last drink, you can't drink any more."

"Okay, okay, last cup."

the other side.

Peking University.

Girls' dormitory.

Yang Zhuo's classmates crowded into one room.

Watch the game.

When Yang Zhuo participated in the Golden League, there was no live broadcast, and when he participated in the World University Games, it was summer vacation.

The Asian Championships, the students can finally get together to watch.

A dozen or so girls crowded together, holding melon seeds in their hands, chatting while eating.

"Two little notebooks sandwiched Yang Zhuo in between!"

"What's the use of that, they can't run away from Yang Zhuo."

"Come on, kill Xiaobenzi!"

"Duoduo, you know Yang Zhuo best, have you called him to cheer him up?"

"I know you well, don't slander me here."

"Hey, have you heard that at the welcome party a few days ago, Yang Zhuo came on stage and sang a song, which directly shocked the juniors and girls."

"I also saw the video on the school forum, it's really nice and handsome."

"Really? Don't lie to me."

"Why lie to you, Jiaxin has a computer, if you don't believe me, you can go and have a look later."

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Not just girls.

The only few boys in the major also got together.

"Our school is too stingy, so we can't replace the TV in the dormitory with a better one."

"Think beautifully."

"Hey, it's started, it's started!"

"Yang Zhuo must bloody the little book!"

"Gan! Gan! Gan!"

The Asian Championships is just a small game for ordinary people.

But for Yang Zhuo's classmates, it was a game worthy of attention.

The same is true for many track and field fans.

After all, there is an age limit for the Universiade, and none of the countries in the world are sending the strongest players.

But this Asian Championship is different.

They are the strongest active men's 100-meter athletes in Asian countries.

For example, Shingo Kawada is the national champion of Plaster Country.

Only by winning this race can Yang Zhuo truly dominate the men's 100-meter dash in Asia.

on the field.

"on-your-marks!"

Commands sounded over the radio.

The 8 contestants squatted down on their respective lanes, with their hands on the front line of the start.

The audience at the scene also fell silent.

The most exciting time is coming.

CCTV live broadcast room.

Yang Jian also suppressed his excitement: "The competition will start soon, let us look forward to how Yang Zhuo and Yang Haijian will perform."

"Come on! Two athletes!"

on the field.

The starting referees on both sides checked one by one.

Confirm that there is no problem with the starting posture of the athlete, and that the palm of the athlete does not press the line.

After confirming that it is correct, leave the runway quickly.

At the same time, the starter raises the starting pistol.

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath and waited intently.

"SET!"

The prepared password sounded.

With a swish, all eight of them bowed up.

Everyone's body is full of huge energy, just waiting to explode after the starting gun is fired.

At this time, Yang Zhuo lowered his head, and suddenly found that the starting line in front of him was broken a little in the middle.

Tofu dregs project.

"Snapped!"

The sound of an electronic gun suddenly sounded.