The 26-year-old Zhao Yue is considered an old athlete, but in the Asian Games, he is an out-and-out newcomer.
Warming up before the race, adjusting the starting block, and getting ready to start, Zhao Yue did every task before the start step by step. On the surface, he seemed very calm, but inside he was boiling.
"The final of the Asian Games!" Zhao Yue's eyes flashed with heat.
A few months ago, Zhao Yue never thought that he could participate in the Asian Games, but today, he stood in the Asian Games finals.
Zhao Yue closed his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the painful experience in his past.
"That misdiagnosis caused me to waste three whole years. Now I am 26 years old. In one or two years, I should retire."
Thinking of retirement, Zhao Yue suddenly felt a little painful. He looked at the track ahead with a nostalgic expression on his face.
"I should give myself an explanation!" Zhao Yue suddenly felt like he was fighting against the odds.
He stood on the starting block, held onto the ground with both hands, and stabilized his body. At the same time, he recalled the technical points repeatedly in his mind.
He concentrated, put all his attention on his ears, and waited for the sound of the starting gun.
"Bang!" The clear gunshot finally reached Zhao Yue's ears, and at the same time, Zhao Yue started to move.
The auditorium was boiling with excitement at the same moment, and the various cheering sounds became even more noisy. However, to Zhao Yue, this noise sounded like the drumbeat of an attack on the battlefield.
Zhao Yue walked along the left side of the track and struggled to speed up. Due to his starting position, he couldn't see the runners on his left and didn't know if the people behind him were catching up. He simply wanted to run faster.
Next to him, UAE player Sarafa seemed a little uncomfortable, and even his technical movements were not as coherent as usual.
To the left of Sarafa, Japanese player Yamamoto Zihiko also made Sarafa feel the pressure. Yamamoto Zihiko is not tall, but his pace is relatively fast. On rainy days, every time his feet step on the ground, they will make that sound. There was a "papa" sound from stepping on the water, and when this sound reached Sarafa's ears, it made his rhythm a little confused.
"It's a damn rainy day!" Sarafa cursed secretly. He knew that he didn't perform well today, especially in the 100-meter curve. He was simply below the standard.
The moment the curve entered the straight, Sarafa found that he was only in fourth place. Although the gap behind was not big, this was a result that Sarafa could not accept. He came here for the championship. How can it be ranked fourth outside the medal area.
Sarafa quickly adjusted his condition, and in the second half of the straight, he was going to turn defeat into victory.
Running on a straight track is much less difficult than running on a curve. At this time, the game has entered the second half, and Sarafa's advantages as a black athlete are also reflected.
A 400-meter athlete like Yamamoto Mikohiko may have good curve skills, but his explosive power is definitely not as good as that of a 100-meter athlete. In the straight competition, he was overtaken by Sarafa and quickly fell behind Sarafa. .
In just thirty meters, Sarafa caught up from fourth place to second place. His next target was Zhao Yue on the right.
At this moment, Sarafa suddenly realized that the person in the leading position was actually the host player that he had never heard of.
"I didn't expect that he would be the one to surpass him in the end!" Sarafa thought to herself, but she continued to rush forward without relaxing her feet at all.
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Thirty meters before the finish line, Sarafa was about to catch up with Zhao Yue.
Sarafa is worthy of being the favorite to win the championship. He does have an advantage in strength. Even though the rainy weather limited his performance, his speed is still faster than other athletes.
Zhao Yue had already noticed that the figure rushing towards him on the left runway was very fast. He had already come from behind and was keeping pace with him.
The skin color of the black athlete Sarafa was particularly distinctive and conspicuous in the corner of Zhao Yue's eyes.
At this second, fragmented images suddenly flashed in Zhao Yue's mind.
In a poor neighborhood of a certain city in the United States, there is an air of dilapidation and chaos. The colorful graffiti on the wall is more like the figure of the devil, and the flickering lights in the surrounding houses are always mixed with the shouts and curses of some men or women.
Late at night, Zhao Yue came back from work and walked under the dim light.
Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of Zhao Yue. They were two black youths, and they had knives in their hands.
The shining blade exuded a chill in the moonlight, making people feel creepy. At this time, Zhao Yue already understood what the purpose of these two black youths was.
"Money! Money!" The black young man seemed to be worried that the Chinese young man in front of him could not understand English. He just kept repeating the word while counting money with his hands.
And Zhao Yue, a poor loser who can't even put food on the table, doesn't have any spare money in his pocket!
At that moment, Zhao Yue's heart was filled with helplessness and fear. He even kept cursing in his heart, why was God so unfair to him and subjecting himself to such suffering
The next moment, Zhao Yue chose to run away. He was once a sprinter, and running was what he was best at. The two black men were naturally willing to let go of the fat sheep in their hands and immediately chased after him.
At that time, Zhao Yue was running in front, and the two black youths were chasing after him. The situation is the same as in today’s game!
On the track today, Zhao Yue was slightly ahead, while Sara Fa followed closely behind. It's just that Zhao Yue was running for his life back then, but now Zhao Yue is competing.
For Zhao Yue, those days in the United States were a painful experience that he did not want to recall.
Now he inexplicably remembered what happened back then.
The past is hard to look back on, but when Zhao Yue really recalled the past, the sadness and anger in his heart turned into the driving force for him to move forward.
Zhao Yue seemed to feel that he was running for his life again, while Sarafa beside him transformed into the black young man who held a knife and robbed him!
It was at this moment that Zhao Yue's speed became faster. He seemed to have returned to the moment when he was running for his life in the United States. But now, what Zhao Yue wanted to get rid of was not the two robbers, but the ones who robbed him. What a painful memory!
He wants to get rid of the painful experiences of the past, and he wants to say goodbye to the past!
Zhao Yue burst out completely, his speed getting faster and faster, he was like a phoenix about to reach nirvana, bursting out with the brilliance of life.
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"Whoosh!" Zhao Yue crossed the finish line. When he rushed out of the end of the track, he realized again that he was competing in the Asian Games.
"Champion of the Asian Games!" Zhao Yue finally came to his senses. He couldn't even believe it. After being stunned for a few seconds, he confirmed again that he had won the Asian Games championship.
Zhao Yue suddenly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
The grievances he had suffered over the years, the humiliation he had felt, and the helplessness he had experienced were finally completely released at this moment.
"It's time to say goodbye to the past!" This voice sounded in Zhao Yue's mind.
At this moment, Zhao Yue's knot in his heart was completely resolved...