Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Men's 100-meter runners come out of the tunnel under the leadership of the guide.

"boom!"

The stadium suddenly burst into loud cheers.

The cheers were even louder than when Liu Xiang made his debut in the 110-meter hurdles.

On-site host Yang Jian said through the radio: "Okay, the men's 100-meter runners are on the stage, and the most exciting moment is coming!"

"Also! I would like to share with you a piece of news. Today is Yang Zhuo's birthday! I hope he can win the championship on his birthday!"

Hearing the words on the radio, Yang Zhuo was stunned.

Birthday?

What the hell!

He forgot his birthday again!

Last year, the year before, and when I celebrated my birthday, I didn't think about it.

Mainly because I don't have this habit.

It's not just him, even his parents don't celebrate their birthdays at home.

"It turned out to be my birthday! Then I can't lose!"

Yang Zhuo said something to himself.

At this time, Hu Kai came over: "Yang Zhuo, it's your birthday, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yang Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry: "I forgot myself too!"

Hu Kai:

"Okay, let's prepare for the game first."

Yang Zhuo was in the fifth lane, walked to the starting line, measured it with a rope, and adjusted the position of the running aid.

Then I tried to start and trot forward for 30 meters.

Just as he was going back, he faintly heard someone calling him.

Yang Zhuo turned his head and glanced over there, he was taken aback for a moment, then became excited in an instant, and hurried to the sidelines.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

Yang Guoqiang and Zhang Yumin were also very excited.

Zhang Yumin said: "Your sister Hua picked us up."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo looked at Wang Jinghua: "Sister Hua, why didn't you tell me in advance, I'll set up a box for you."

Zhang Yumin looked at his son with a trembling voice: "We didn't let you talk about it, and it's good to sit here, so close!"

At this time, Yang Guoqiang said: "Xiao Zhuo, hurry up and prepare, don't delay the game!"

"Ah."

Yang Zhuo knows what matters.

This is the first time I participated in a grand prix in China. Today is my birthday, and my parents also came to watch the competition.

You can't lose anything!

He then went to warm up behind the starting line.

on the radio.

Yang Jian is introducing the 9 players participating in the competition.

"The 4th track is the men's 100-meter champion of the Athens Olympic Games, Gatlin! The personal best is 9 seconds! The 85th track is the world championship champion, the world record holder, and the first Chinese athlete to win the million-dollar award in the Golden League , Yang Zhuo! A personal best of 5 seconds!"

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Following Yang Jian's introduction, there was a burst of cheers at the scene.

The camera also showed Yang Zhuo.

He grimaces at the camera.

"The 8th course is Nobuji Asahara of Plaster Country, who has won the 5-meter champion of Plaster Country 10 times, with a personal best of 02 seconds!"

"The ninth track is Hu Kai from Shuimu University, this year's World University Games champion, with a best time of 9 seconds!"

After all the players have been introduced, the game will begin.

According to the rules, wherever the event is held, the language of that side will be used for the voice of the password.

Therefore, the on-site referees are all Chinese.

After the command to take their places.

Yang Zhuo came to the starting line and squatted down, and looked up in the direction of his parents.

Zhang Yumin and Wang Jinghua waved at him excitedly.

Only Yang Guoqiang made no obvious movements, but both hands were holding onto his clothes.

The heart is very excited.

"preparation!"

The referee's password sounded.

Although Gatling and the others cannot understand Chinese, they also know that the password at this time is preparation.

9 people make the starting position at the same time.

1 seconds.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

Gatling: ? ? ?

Francis: ? ? ?

Yang Zhuo: ? ? ?

He first raised his hand to signal, lest the referee shoot suddenly.

It was only later that I was notified that the gun was dumb.

Hundreds of secrets and one sparse, did not expect such a low-level mistake to occur.

After adjustment, shout the password again.

"preparation!"

Yang Zhuo made a starting motion again.

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"Snapped!"

This time there was no dumb gun, Yang Zhuo reacted very quickly, he exerted force almost at the same time with his front and back feet, and he "bounced" forward.

At the same time, swing your arms vigorously.

accelerate!

accelerate!

At this time, the speed cannot be low. If it is low, the center of gravity will be unstable, and it will be a stagger.

Yang Jian, the on-site commentator, raised his voice: "The match begins!"

"Yang-joo's got a great start!"

"Hu Kai is also at the forefront!"

Hu Kai did not start badly, and was still in the first echelon for the first 20 meters.

however.

With Gatlin and Francis all raising their heads, Hu Kai gradually couldn't keep up with the first echelon.

The power gap is too great.

30 m.

Yang Zhuo looked up.

At this time, he was side by side with Gatlin, Francis, Scott and Zachary.

Wait until after 50 meters.

Zachary and Scott fell behind.

Only Yang Zhuo and the three of them were left side by side.

Gatlin and Francis knew that they were just "accompanying the prince to study".

So there's no point in trying hard.

But it will not be too watery, just run for the score within 10 seconds.

"Yang Zhuo! Yang Zhuo came to the first place!"

"come on!"

"Gatling is chasing!"

"Hold it! Yang Zhuo!"

"Cross the line!"

"Pretty!"

Yang Jian stood up: "The champion is Yang Zhuo!"

The whole audience was also excited.

The cheers instantly formed a huge sound wave.

This is the first time they have watched the world's top men's 100-meter competition live.