Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

at this time.

The phone rings.

Anyufei.

Yang Zhuo was a little puzzled, there was a 5-hour time difference between Doha and the capital, and it was almost dawn there now.

How can this girl call?

but.

He still connected: "Hey, Sissy, have you stayed up late?"

"No."

An Yufei's tone was laziness: "I got up to go to the toilet and check the time. You should not be asleep yet, so I made a phone call."

Yang Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Honey, are you going to come back directly after the game tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?"

"It depends on the situation. It depends on whether the organizing committee arranges the event. Anyway, the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Now, whenever Yang Zhuo goes to a place to participate in the league, he must be arranged by the local organizing committee.

Not that you have to attend.

Instead, try to participate as much as you can, and you have to give face.

And it's mainly media meetings, signing activities, or interviews with local mainstream media.

Both are conducive to increasing his influence and popularity, not a bad thing.

"Well, I'll wait for you at home! Alright, husband, you have to compete tomorrow, so go to sleep."

"Then together."

"Pooh."

the next day.

stadium.

When Yang Zhuo, led by the guide, entered the game site, the audience cheered loudly.

to be frank.

He hadn't heard such cheers for a long time.

Since last year's Golden Grand Prix in Shanghai, he hasn't shown up on the field for half a year.

This long-lost feeling made him a little excited.

It seems that every cell in the body is jumping for joy.

CCTV Sports Channel.

Studio.

"The finalists came out, and the cheers were loud. The atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than in the group stage. Many local audiences could vaguely hear Yang Zhuo's name."

In this diamond league, 1 meter is not a one-shot decision.

Instead, two shots.

One shot in the afternoon and one shot in the evening, with an interval of 2 hours.

The main reason is that there are more contestants, while other events only have one shot.

but.

To Yang Zhuo, running one more shot doesn't have a big impact, it's just a warm-up.

Studio.

Yang Jian's voice also seemed a little excited, after all, he hadn't commented on Yang Zhuo's game for half a year.

"In this arena, although it is not domestic, Yang Zhuo's popularity is still very high, even higher than the local players in Kata, which shows Yang Zhuo's current influence."

in the TV screen.

The camera gave Yang Zhuo a close-up.

Anta's sportswear and running shoes, sunny and determined face.

Confidence in the eyes.

This caused many Chinese audiences to cheer.

Mainly foreign students and tourists.

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

In the mixed media area, several domestic reporters also shouted excitedly.

One of them waved a red flag.

"Xiao Wang, the game hasn't started yet, and you're waving the red flag!"

"Hey, anyway, the champion must be Yang Zhuo, and Asafa Powell can brag, but when it comes to the competition, he can't win."

"I think so too, except for Bolt, no one can pose a big enough threat to Yang Zhuo."

the other side.

After Yang Zhuo adjusted the position of the running aid, he squatted down and took a test run.

"Puff puff puff."

After a few steps, it began to slow down and stop slowly.

feel good.

Then he turned and walked back, just in time to see Asafa Powell on the next track.

The two looked at each other without speaking.

Yang Zhuo saw the fighting spirit in his eyes.

Obviously, this guy really wanted to win him.

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

As long as you stand on this field, no one wants to win a gold medal.

No one wants to enjoy the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators.

only.

In the end, only one person can enjoy such treatment, and that person is Yang Zhuo.

Beijing.

It is early morning now.

But An Yufei still sat in front of the TV and watched the game.

The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low, so she wrapped herself in a small blanket.

He looked at the screen without blinking.

"This lens is not bad!"

An Yufei muttered, then took an orange from the tea table in front of her, peeled it open and ate it while looking at it.

After a few minutes.

before the starting line.

Yang Zhuo in the fourth lane and Asafa Powell in the fifth lane squatted in front of the starting line.

The focus of this game is only the two of them.

Everyone else is a foil.

Even the lens is more than others.

"on-your-marks!"

After the prepared password sounded, Yang Zhuo took a deep breath.

Quiet yourself.

Asafa Powell said a prayer.

Then lower your head and assume a starting position.

The noisy sound in the stands also gradually decreased.

The 1-meter champion in the first stop of the Diamond League will be decided soon.

"set!"

"Snapped!"

The starting gun sounds.

At this moment, Yang Zhuo rushed out with both feet.

The reaction was quick and the explosion was strong, directly leading the player in the third lane, causing him to stagger 160 and almost fall down.

"Game start!"

In the live broadcast room, Yang Jian yelled: "The contestant in the third lane was led sideways and almost fell down."

"Running with Yang Zhuo, the pressure is so great."

on site.

After Yang Zhuo started running, he felt very good.

Whether it is listening to the gun reaction or accelerating after starting, there is no sense of lag.

Very smooth.