Seeing Hendi not yet running, just variously standing still and striking poses, he looked utterly devout.
The friends in the livestream room couldn't hold back any longer.
"Whose commander is this? Has he already started to strike poses before even running?"
"No, why is this guy so confident? Could it be courage given by God?"
"Black guys have never disappointed me in this regard, inexplicably confident and inexplicably camera-aware."
It must be said, there's a reason some people dislike black guys.
When the referee signaled to the runners to get ready in their positions, Hendi was still behind them, hands pressed together, praying very devoutly.
The referee couldn't rush him, as the start time had not yet arrived and technically, you could say that no one could fault you even if you lay down to rest, let alone press your hands together in prayer.
