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Even Zhao Huanghun was only a [-]% sure opponent, and the others were even more silent, praying that they would not face Li Tianhe in the next match.

In the past few days, Zhao Zhenhe has been playing the game calmly and steadily. He was lucky enough to avoid Li Tianhe. The strongest opponent he encountered was Jin Min in the semifinals.

The trump card is the trump card, and even the Chosen One like Zhao Zhenhe had to work hard to win.

In the competitions in recent weeks, he slowly struggled forward like fighting monsters in the game. From the little monsters on the first floor tower, he slowly upgraded and passed the level. With each floor, the monster's attack power increased. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

The young master Tang Zhi was terrified watching it, and every time he played, his heart was in his throat, for fear that Zhao Huangwan would be brushed off.

After much difficulty, it finally reached the final, which was unavoidable—Hua Country Zhao Huangwan vs. H Country Li Tianhe.

The hot searches all over the world are focused on this game. Every newspaper in country H has already started to book their own gold medals. This is not a self-confidence that comes out of thin air. In the past Olympic table tennis matches, country H played against country H. As for the ball players, at the end of the competition, the gold, silver and bronze medals were all from country H.

Before Zhao Zhenhe went on stage, Tang Zhi tightly grasped Zhao Zhenhe's arm, and he could feel his boiling and tense blood through his clothes.

"Twilight, you just have to do your best, don't carry too much weight, you are already great!"

Unlike the usual Zhao Zhenhe, he didn't nod flatly, but raised his hand and held Tang Zhi's palm instead.

"Tang Zhi, there are some things I haven't had the chance to tell you," Zhao Zhenhe said with a serious expression.

"Ok?"

It was the first time Tang Zhi saw Zhao Huang like this.

"I am very emotionally insensitive. Many people used to say that I have no emotion and cold blood..."

"You are like a sun to me. Although I can't respond to your emotions in time, I love you, admire you, appreciate you, and I yearn for you. You don't have to regard me as an idol. You are an idol yourself. A scorching, unsurpassable existence..."

Zhao Zhenhe planned to keep these words and tell Tang Zhi slowly in the future, until the system said those words to him yesterday.

【Chosen one, congratulations on completing two-thirds of your mission in this world!Wang Junlang has already received the punishment he deserved and went to prison, while the scumbag Li Yunhe is lying in the hospital, full of remorse, and now the only task left is to win the Olympic gold medal. 】

I have been in this world for two years, whether it is short or not, or whether it is long or not.

'If I got a gold medal, how would I go away? '

[Because your existence in place of Zhao Huanghui has an infinitely benign impact on this world, the universe decided not to erase you from their memory, but to adopt an effect similar to 'heroic seclusion'. 】

'Isn't there a chance to stay at all? 'Zhao Zhenhe wanted to say goodbye to them.

[Sorry, no. 】

"Why are you telling me these things now? Did something happen?" Tang Zhi froze on the chair, it seemed like something he would say when he was parting.

"It's nothing." Zhao Zhenhe knew that Tang Zhi was too smart, and if he continued talking, he would definitely be discovered. He changed his strategy, stood up and seriously kissed Tang Zhi's head lightly.

So light that it almost doesn't exist.

"I promised you I would win this game, no matter what."

Zhao Zhenhe turned around and walked onto the stage, leaving only Tang Zhi with a blushing face blankly touching his head.

He slowly clenched a piece of paper in his hand, ready to hand it to Zhao Zhenhe after the game, regardless of the result.

It's not important, Tang Zhi shook his head.

The important thing is—— was kissed——

[-]-[-]-[-]

Zhao Zhenhe clenched the beat and walked onto the arena. He extended his hand politely. As expected, Li Tianhe on the opposite side did not accept his handshake and ignored him coldly.

There was finally a corner of Huaguo in the auditorium, and they all raised their middle fingers angrily.

Li Tianhe is tall and thin, with very prominent shoulder blades, and has a pair of slightly raised eyes with sharp rays of light, giving him the feeling of looking down on all living beings. His wrists are very thin, but they seem to contain infinite power.

Zhao Zhenhe didn't care about the fact that he didn't shake hands, he concentrated on observing Li Tianhe's actions, and speculated on the tactics of the H ace.

If I were Lee Jeon Hyuk, I would choose how to serve, and if I were Lee Jeon Hyuk, I would choose what technique to use.

The whistle sounded on the radio, and everyone held their breath and watched the match seriously. Is the king this time, Li Tianhe, the king of H, or the unexpected Zhao Huangwan?

Everyone's scalp is tingling.

The moment the first ball was sent, Zhao Zhenhe's memory flashed back to Zhao Huangwan's memory, and those memories slowly surged up like a warm current, enveloping Zhao Zhenhe's entire body.

Four years ago, Zhao Huang Hun also stood under the Olympic Games, and stood in the focus of all the cameras. Four years later, Zhao Zhenhe took the racket in his hand, swayed his sweat, and tried his best to win a victory.

Li Tianhe used a rare technique in the country, horizontal slashing and attacking slashing. Generally, few Chinese people use this method to train, but there is one exception, that is Zhao Huangwan.

Someone once asked Zhao Huang, you may not even win domestic competitions, why do you practice such unconventional and non-routine skills, is it possible that you still want to win the Olympic champion, boy.

"Yeah, I just want to win the gold medal."

Even Zhao Zhenhe is not very familiar with this style of play. He is not very familiar with Li Tianhe's forehand swing, backhand plus spin, backhand without spin, and backhand attack. He was smashed three times in a row. The game failed miserably.

For a while, there were boos on the field.

But in the second game, the warm current of memory reminded Zhao Zhenhe of the unfamiliar skills that Zhao Huang had trained so hard in the past. He saw the young man in the empty training room constantly practicing attacking, attacking and footwork, over and over again. Again, until the pitch fell into the night.

In the second game, Li Tianhe was surprised to find that the opponent changed his style of play and became proficient, as if he suddenly remembered how to play a cutting style of attack and constantly strengthened his skills in the game.

On Li Tianhe's neck, fine sweat gradually broke out. If this is the case, then what level is the man standing opposite him?

Basically, you win a game and I win a game. It is the first time for both Zhao Zhenhe and Li Tianhe to stand on the field for so long. Zhao Zhenhe was aroused and held the beat tightly, sweat pouring out of his body Flow, there's one last round left—and one last round.

He raised his eyes and looked at the Huaguo people in the corner of the auditorium. Although it was only a small corner and they didn't shout loudly, after receiving Zhao Zhenhe's gaze, they all waved the national flag in their hands, and the five stars dazzled. shine.

He thought of Zhao Huangwan again.

"Table tennis is my life, and my life is table tennis."

In the national team, Zhao Huangwan is the first to wake up every day, and Zhao Huangwan is the latest to train. He may not be the strongest in the team, but he is indeed the most diligent and potential one.

The young man is working hard and has only one dream in his heart - he wants to win glory for Huaguo, he wants to wear the national flag of Huaguo and kiss the gold medal on the Olympic platform, and he wants to let the national anthem of Huaguo resound throughout the stadium.

Zhao Zhenhe clenched his racket tightly. What he is wearing now is not the dream of one person, but the dreams of 14 billion Chinese people. Why doesn't he work hard?Why doesn't he try his best?

"what--"

Zhao Zhenhe, who can't even make a loud voice on weekdays, let out a roar, which resounded throughout the venue, and even the system was frightened into silence.

In the last round, Zhao Zhenhe seemed to be a different person. He played so fiercely that he was afraid of being hit by the ball across the screen. The flying in mid-air was obviously an ordinary table tennis ball, but he played like a steel ball.

Forehand plus spin slice, forehand without spin slice, forehand loop, smash!

Forehand pick, forehand rub, forehand swing, smash!

The forehand hits the big board, the forehand cuts the loop ball steadily, the forehand attacks the backspin ball, and smashes the ball!

Backhand pick, backhand top board, backhand cut the loop ball steadily, smash!

smash! ! !

Almost all the people in the auditorium held their breath and slowly stood up one by one, their eyes filled with disbelief.The Huaguo support team, who were squeezed into the corner, finally dared to pull out the Huaguo national flag, almost shouting Zhao Huangwan's name with tears in their eyes.

"Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun!"

"Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun! Zhao Huang Hun!"

'Hua Guo Zhao-Huang-Hun vs. H Country Li-Tian-He, 4:3'

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Chinese people began to erupt, and the billions of Chinese people standing in front of the TV jumped up and called out Zhao Huangwan's name.

After 11 years, Huaguo, which has had a dismal performance, finally ushered in a new life in the table tennis world, and finally won a brand new, historic gold medal in the [-] Olympic Games. Finally ushered in his light. Although this young man's name is Dusk, he has led the dream of Ping Pong in the entire Hua Kingdom to the dawn! '

'Congratulations to this young man from Huaguo, Zhao-Huang-Hun, congratulations to Huaguo! '

Zhao Zhenhe stood at the highest place in the entire stadium, the lights sprinkled on his body, his blood was boiling non-stop, the national flag was gradually raised, and he watched the bright red flag slowly rise to the top.

All the Chinese people stood up and sang their own national anthem along with the music with tears in their eyes.

'Get up, people who don't want to be slaves-cast our flesh and blood. ． ． ． '

'Table tennis is his life, and his life is table tennis. '

'Through the cold winter and the steep cliffs, we finally ushered in our dawn, please remember this name, he is Zhao Huangwan!Born on June [-], [-], although his name is Dusk, he has brought us a brighter light than the morning sun. ． ． '

'Today's Road to a Great Country documentary is officially over, thank you for watching. '——

A little boy in front of the TV turned his head sideways and looked at his mother beside him, "Mom, is Zhao Huanghui a hero?"

"Of course he is." The mother patted the little boy's head and turned down the volume of the TV. "He is the hero of our Chinese people."

"Then where did he end up?"

"The show said that after Zhao Huangwan received the award, he walked out of the track and disappeared. No matter how people found him, they couldn't contact him. They only found a letter he left on the chair in advance."

"What was written in that letter?"

"We don't know either. We only know that it was a letter addressed to his best friend Tang Zhi. The strange thing is that Tang Zhi disappeared soon after, so everyone said that they made an appointment to go together. Traveled around the world."

"mom!"

"what happened?"

"I've decided, I want to learn table tennis, and I want to be a hero!"

On the TV, the man named Dusk held up the trophy high, with the same smile, and when he returned, he was still a teenager.

The author has something to say: Guoping anti-killing is ok!Tomorrow is the next world, please support us a lot!

(It’s still the same sentence in the copywriting, little angels, don’t look around the world, because the emotional line of this article is continuous and deepening! Crab!)

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