Yang Sijie stood on the starting line. He looked at the white lines on the red runway and suddenly felt a little upset.
He was still nervous.
After all, it was the first time for Yang Sijie to participate in a competition of this scale, and he also entered the finals. He felt that it was normal to be nervous. If he was not nervous, he would be heartless.
Yang Sijie bowed down, stepped on the starting block with his feet, and used his arms to support him. However, he found that his arms were trembling and his heart could not calm down.
"The coach said that when you are nervous, just think about some happy things. Happy things, any happy things!" Yang Sijie suddenly found that his thinking was a little fragmented, and he couldn't think of anything happy for a while.
"The first time I participated in a formal competition was a track and field competition for middle school students in the city!" Yang Sijie couldn't help but think back to five years ago.
"At that time, I didn't know anything. I was directly caught up on the track by the school's physical education teacher, and then I won the championship inexplicably." Yang Sijie suddenly laughed when he thought of this.
"I was really embarrassed at that time. I didn't know what to do when I stood on the podium! It's such an unbearable memory." Yang Sijie took a deep breath. He missed the ignorant feeling at that time.
"Recently, I seem to be thinking a lot about my previous competitions. In those competitions, the opponents were very weak, but now that I think about it, I really miss it!" Yang Sijie suddenly felt that he had become emotional.
"Everyone, get ready!" the starter shouted and raised the starting gun.
"The race is about to begin!" Yang Sijie instinctively prepared to start, but the memories in his mind still lingered.
"Come on! Come on!" Li Dai's voice sounded and reached Yang Sijie's ears. He felt inexplicably that he suddenly felt excited and couldn't wait to rush out of the starting line.
It was at this moment that Yang Sijie suddenly had a realization in his heart.
"The reason why I miss the past is because what I miss is the feeling of victory in the past!"
Yang Sijie finally understood that more than three months ago, he chose to continue being an athlete, not only because he couldn't let go emotionally, but also because deep down in his heart, he had been looking forward to winning.
"For victory!" Yang Sijie had no more distracting thoughts in his mind. He only had the final destination in his sight.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the athletes rushed out of the starting line.
At the same time, the cheerleaders in the stands began to get excited.
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The runways of Zhao Yue and Niu Guohong happened to be side by side.
Since starting the race, Zhao Yue has been paying attention to Niu Guohong's situation.
"I have already defeated you once in the semi-finals, and I will still defeat you in the finals!" Zhao Yue was full of confidence, and his feet began to exert force.
Niu Guohong gritted his teeth and wanted to surpass Zhao Yue in the first half of the game and gain some lead as early as possible, but Zhao Yue did not give Niu Guohong a chance. His speed in the early stage was no slower than Niu Guohong's.
After thirty meters, a more obvious gap began to appear between the athletes. Athletes with higher levels began to stand out, while those with average strength began to have difficulty keeping up with the pace in front.
At 40 meters, the gap between the athletes is even more obvious. At this time, if you fall behind, you will miss the medal.
Zhao Yue and Niu Guohong fought fiercely, but at the fifty meter mark, even Xin Xiaotian was a little unable to catch up. Although he could still keep up with Zhao Yue's pace, it was already very difficult.
Sixty meters is a watershed for yellow athletes. Yellow athletes generally lack stamina, and this lack of stamina slowly begins to show up after the sixty meter mark.
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Niu Guohong looked at Zhao Yue out of the corner of his eye. He found that Zhao Yue was indeed a little faster than himself, and this slight advantage, through the accumulation of the last thirty meters, would eventually be transformed into Zhao Yue's victory.
"It's like this again, just like in the semi-finals! I'm going to lose again!"
Niu Guohong originally came here for the gold medal, and he didn't want to miss it.
"I'm not willing to give in!" Niu Guohong roared in his heart. He used all his strength, hoping to bite Zhao Yue tightly.
However, the gap in strength seemed to be a huge gap that Niu Guohong could not cross.
Every time he takes a step forward, Zhao Yue will lead a little bit, which cannot be distinguished with the naked eye, but Niu Guohong, who is in the game, can clearly feel it.
The 100-meter dash is a sport where every athlete strives for the slightest advantage.
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"Zhao Yue's condition is really good today!" Li Dai sighed. Although the competition was only two-thirds of the way, Li Dai had already made a judgment in his heart, and Niu Guohong lost again.
Although the two have the same talent, Zhao Yue has several more years of experience in the national team. Although he has left the national team for several years, Zhao Yue has an absolute advantage in both mentality and technology. This is like retired NBA players coming to play in the CBA and still treating their opponents like noobs.
"The situation is very similar to the semi-finals. Niu Guohong can still keep up with Zhao Yue, but in the last twenty meters, the gap will definitely be widened. At this stage, the speed of both of them has reached the extreme. They It’s impossible to speed up any more.”
At this moment, a figure approached Zhao Yue and Niu Guohong, and in the blink of an eye, he was on par with the two.
"It's Yang Sijie! He really performed beyond his level!" Dai Li's eyes widened, with joy on his face.
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Yang Sijie's mind went blank. He just felt that every cell in his body was jubilant. He felt that his whole body was full of power. This feeling was really great!
He caught up with Zhao Yue and Niu Guohong and kept pace with them. He felt more confident that he could rush to the front.
At this time, Yang Sijie only had the instinct to pursue victory. This instinct drove him to move forward bravely and drove him to constantly surpass.
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"Victory belongs to me!" Zhao Yue glanced to the side from the corner of his eye and saw Niu Guohong starting to fall behind him again.
"In the last twenty meters, Niu Guohong couldn't keep up. I won!"
An impulse of joy already arose in Zhao Yue's heart.
At the same time, on the other side of Zhao Yue, a figure appeared, almost keeping pace with Zhao Yue.
"Someone is catching up! Who is it?" Zhao Yue was shocked. He never expected that in the last twenty meters, someone would rush up from behind and follow his footsteps.
"He's from Tsinghua University!" Zhao Yue judged it by the color of the opponent's sportswear.
"The guy named Xin Xiaotian from Tsinghua University is far inferior to me. There's no way he can catch up."
Zhao Yue turned his head slightly and saw a young and unfamiliar face.
"He is the third contestant from Tsinghua University!" Although Zhao Yue had seen the list of finalists, he did not remember Yang Sijie's name.
But now, this athlete whose name Zhao Yue didn't remember caught up from behind and started to keep pace with him.
"There are only ten meters left, I can't lose!" Zhao Yue rushed forward like an enraged beast.