Xiao Liu, who was in China, took the phone and listened carefully to the voice of Yang Zhongyi from the Philippines on the other side of the phone.
"Come on! Come on! Zhang Guan come on!"
Yang Zhongyi's Chinese cheering sound mixed with the chaotic foreign language is extremely clear, and Xiao Liu can even feel the surging passion on the other side of the phone.
"Listen to this voice, the game is so fierce!" Xiao Liu said to himself.
"Ah! Injured! Ahhhhh! Crossing the line! Champion! Champion! Won! We won!" Yang Zhongyi's almost roaring shout was deafening and passed through the microphone to Xiao Liu's ear.
Xiao Liu stood up and shouted into the microphone: "Brother? Who was injured? Who crossed the line? Who's the champion? Did we win? Is it that we won the championship? Who is it?"
On the other side of the microphone, it wasn't Yang Zhongyi's answer, but his excited cry.
Yang Zhongyi's emotions need to be vented, and he is indeed venting. Yesterday's Philippine media portrayed Zhang Guan and even the national team as a shameless leapfrog clown, and at this moment, Yang Zhongyi can finally tell Ramos with contempt. Tell the group of Filipino journalists and tell them who is the clown!
"Master, don't be excited, listen to me first, tell me who won first", Xiao Liu continues to call for Yang Zhongyi.
The other side of the phone suddenly went silent, making Xiao Liu feel uncomfortable. Xiao Liu thought, why was Yang Zhongyi shouting so loudly? But after a second, a louder shout sounded:
"9 seconds 99! 9 seconds 99! 9 seconds 99! Running into 10 seconds! Breaking the record! We broke the record! Asia's fastest person"
"What? Broke the Asian record? What happened? Brother? Brother?" Xiao Liu was even more surprised this time and couldn't wait to talk to Yang Zhongyi.
And Yang Zhongyi was still crying.
"The fastest person in Asia, breaking the record! Flying Man Flying Man Zhang Guan! Asian Fastest Man Zhang Guan!
Xiao Liu shuddered, almost dropping the handset of the phone. He stared dumbly at the report on the computer screen that questioned the boy's shady scene, and muttered to himself: "Brother seems to want to say that Zhang Guan broke the Asian record, how is that possible? If this is that the case, then this report can be bigger."
...
At this moment, at the Rizal Athletics Stadium, everyone's eyes are fixed on the timing card.
In 9.99 seconds, if there is nothing wrong with this result, it will be a new Asian record, and the creator of this record is the first cross-king.
The Asian record was originally 10 seconds, which was created by the 1998 Japanese sprinter Ito Koji, and the closest to this result was 10.02 seconds for Asahara Xuanzhi and 10.03 seconds for Shingo.
There has been no slight change in the Asian record since 1998. Some racists in the world even said the limit for the yellow race is 10 seconds. The yellow race can never run within 10 seconds. Today, that saying was corrected, at the same time Zhang Guan has been prompted by the system. He successfully broke the Asian record and gained two skill points.
"There are a total of 4 skill points, and you can complete the task by saving two more points. There are also skill points for winning the honor. The 100-meter championship in the Asian field should also be an honor. Certainly, you can get the skill points, maybe after the award ceremony is over, this task can be completed." Zhang Guan thought happily.
The success of 9.99 seconds on the card, he smiled with satisfaction.
"This time is 9 seconds 99, next time there will be a race running at 9 seconds 98, another Asian state record is broken, and I can get two skill points; the next time I run 9 seconds 97, the next time I can run 9 seconds 96 points." "Use brushes."
"What with that smirk!" Shen Bao came over from the back and granted a flag to Zhang Guan.
"Flag? Where did you get the flag, Brother Shen?" Zhang Guan asked.
The indifference hadn't had time to answer, and Chen Jian next to him came upright with a national flag and said, "Old Shen prepares a national flag every time he goes abroad to race, but I have never had a chance to use it, this time your luck was good! "
With an embarrassed smile on the face, he let the national flag flutter on the sports field, which is the dream of every athlete, especially after the game, it is the moment of the champion, and only the champion is qualified to patrol the circle with the national flag, go and enjoy the cheers of the audience. Although Shen Lu has always been carrying this dream, he has never been able to achieve it!
Thinking of this, Zhang Guan grabbed Shen Lu and said, "Brother Shen, let's get together!"
"Okay!" He hesitantly hesitated and agreed to come down. The two men wore two national flags and trot slowly around the track and field, enjoying the glory of the winner!
...
Standing on the podium, the majestic national anthem sounded in his ears, looking at his national flag flying in the middle, Zhang Guan suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. It's a kind of pride, a kind of glory, a kind of touching, it has always been difficult to explain in words, although there is no cheering resounding in the world, although there is no fervent chorus, it is better than a thousand words, instantaneous endless power spread throughout Zhang Guan's whole body.
"It feels so good! Zhang Guan found that he was just here for the first time, and he fell in love with it, not only because of the championship and glory but also because the bones buried in the deepest part of his lost soul.
With the end of the award ceremony, Zhang Guan walked down the podium, looked at the gold medal on his neck, and subconsciously picked it up and bite it.
"No need to bite it not gold, but copper, with a layer of gold on it." Chen Jian said from the side.
"Bronze?" Zhang Guan was annoyed: "Their really stingy, if it's bronze, it not as valuable as a silver medal.
"Silver medals are also copper, and they are plated with silver." Chen Jian waved his bronze medal and then said: "The Yantian competition level is not enough, the Philippines is very poor, and they don't use real gold and silver, so they all use copper. Gold and silver will be used, if it was the Olympic Games, silver medals will be cast with real silver, and gold medals will be cast with sterling silver, and then gold-plated. However, each session is different, depending on the venue, sometimes it costs you money, sometimes, if you don't spend money at the venue, the Olympic gold medal will be more copper and less silver. If you are willing to spend money at the venue, the gold medal will be more silver and less copper. Do you want pure gold? Then go to the Gold League to get gold bars! "
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General Administration of Sports.
Section Chief Yang is too busy. His clarification not only did not work but also he had a feeling of getting darker and darker. The speed of information dissemination on the internet was completely highlighted in this case. In this era, the internet still lacked rules and regulations, and the network media had no control. At this time, it was undoubtedly revealed that coupled with the help of the sprayers, Chief Yang felt that he was as uncomfortable as he was being placed on the fire.
There are already several media reporters waiting outside the General Administration of Sports, hoping to interview Section Chief Yang. Reporters in Beijing have always been big and most difficult to cope with, and public opinion on the internet has made this group of journalists smell the shade, which causes them to naturally swarmed.
Yang Ke frowned anxiously and asked the next staff member: "Is there any contact? What did Tian Xie say?"
The staff member immediately replied: "The track and field team replied to those. The national track and field team is still participating in the Philippines. Director Ma personally led the team, so he still needs to verify with Director Ma to know the truth. They are preparing to redial Director Ma, but there no response again after this call.
"Then call again!" Section Chief Yang said uncomfortably.
At this moment, the telephone rang, and the staff member saw the tele-display as it was Tian Xie's telephone.
"Chief, it's Tian Xie's phone, and they came back." The staff member said.
"I'll pick it up personally!" Section Chief Yang picked up the phone and then trained: "How did your Tian Association do"
Yang Ke's voice stopped violently, and then asked again: "Break the Asian record? Don't worry, please say slowly, who broke the Asian record?
"..."The phone began to explain.
"What? Men's 100-meter sprint? Zhang Guan? Zhang Guan broke the Asian record? I didn't hear you right! You can confirm it with me again, you sure it is Zhang Guan?" He went to bring a pen and paper and quickly recorded it.
Moments later, Section Chief Yang put down his pen and phone, leaned on the chair, and breathed out, but with a solemn and incredible expression on his face, he ran to the computer, entered a website, and entered the English language website, this is the official website of this Asian Athletics Championship timely release information. Section Chief Yang quickly opened the latest news and confirmed the information on the phone.
"Chief, what's wrong?" The clerk asked.
"Hehe... this is Zhang Guan, breaking the Asian record for men's 100-meter dash, 9 seconds 99, just now!" Yang Kechang said while pointing at the computer screen.
"So he didn't enter the national team through the back door?" The staff member asked in surprise.
Section Chief Yang looked helplessly at his men, and even his men felt that Zhang Guan was selected for the national team through the back door. It wouldn't be strange for the media and the people to think so.
Then Section Chief Yang suddenly laughed and jumped out of the chair suddenly, looking like a certain counterattack, and said, "Go, let's go to meet those reporters. These days, I'm sure I'm so confused, this time it's up to me to fight you back."