Lin Miaoke kept running, completely ignoring her surroundings, the cheering voices rooting for her were blocked out, her eyes fixed solely on the red line representing the finish. One could say she was giving it her all.
When she finally stopped, Lin Miaoke's breathing was incredibly rapid, so much so that she felt she could hardly catch her breath, and her heart felt like it was about to burst. It took a good while until she recovered, her ears buzzing.
"Goddess Lin is amazing!"
"She must be third, right?"
"You're mistaken, Goddess Lin was a bit faster than the third, definitely second."
Hearing these words, Lin Miaoke raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face and immediately turned to the referee to confirm her result; she eventually learned that she had narrowly secured second place in the women's 100 meters sprint, winning the silver medal.
And she got her silver medal right away.
