The breeze blew over the bird's nest, and was immediately lifted up by the boiling sound waves and floated far away.
The fastest men in the world have come from all over the world to gather in this sports field that embodies the desire for the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. They want to show their competition to the world and challenge the limits of mankind in front of all mankind.
In addition to Powell, who was ranked fourth in the world record and was unexpectedly eliminated in the semi-finals, Bolt, who was first, Gai Yin, who was third, and Wang Ai, who was fifth, stood behind the starting line under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
Bolt was on the third track, Wang Ai was on the fourth track, and Gai Yin was on the sixth track. Each of them got a close-up of the camera for half a minute and received a special introduction from the on-site host.
Wang Ai, who was deep in the noise, couldn't tell the difference between the treatment between him and Bolt. Perhaps the Chinese people's spirit of hospitality had returned. Unlike Bolt, who frequently made expressions when the camera was focused on Wang Ai, when the camera was focused on Wang Ai
, he just looked at the camera "coldly" and then focused on moving his shoulders and back. Although he was still facing the camera, his focus was not on the camera.
In the family area next to the stands, Leonie yelled "Cool" and hugged her shoulders and started laughing. Xu Qinglian turned to look at Kang Si: "Do you think he did it on purpose? To maintain the super giant style?"
Kangsi said strangely: "Why do you think so? He is an outstanding athlete, an athlete with hard results."
Xu Qinglian smiled and did not argue. At this time, Shi Wenjun, who had been whispering to Huang Xin, raised his head: "Should we start?"
Almost as soon as she spoke, the bored host on the TV stopped talking, and the Bird's Nest of 80,000 people suddenly fell silent. The eight trapeze artists in front of the runway stepped forward and lowered their bodies at the same time, making final preparations for the start.
As the eight people finished adjusting and waited quietly, people's hearts suddenly started to beat, whether outside the stadium or inside the stadium, whether they were spectators or family members, whether they were from all over the world or from all over the world. At this time, sharp-eyed people were in front of the camera.
The moment he scanned it, he suddenly felt as if Wang Ai's body was "bigger" than Bolt's?
Looking back carefully, it seems that this is what happened, but why didn't I notice it before? Is it because the muscularity of black people is too impressive? Too impactful?
Before these people could figure it out, a crisp gunshot sounded throughout the quiet bird's nest. They hurriedly looked back and saw eight strong men vigorously swinging their shoulders, driving their waists and hips, and finally transferring the power to their legs.
Push hard to accelerate.
The slight difference is that compared with Bolt next to him, Wang Ai's movements are much smaller and faster. Just when people have no time to think about what this difference means, it is visible to the naked eye that Wang Ai is ahead, and the top ten
The distance from ten meters to twenty meters was about a whole body length.
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"Wang Ai is ahead, ahead, ahead of Bolt, even if it's only the first 20 meters!" the sports channel commentator shouted very fast.
At this time, Wang Ai had already run to fifty meters. Unlike Bolt, Gai Yin and others, Wang Ai's frequency was reduced, his movements became larger, and his pedaling became more powerful. His whole figure was like an active horse.
Run hard on the track and stride forward.
It seemed like a replay of Bolt's lead at the World Championships in Berlin, but this time it was Wang Ai's turn. Full of energy and vitality, he ran the last fifty meters in the most beautiful manner and crossed the finish line!
The strong wind in front of him passed over Wang Ai's armpits, bringing a slight chill. He could not hear what people were shouting for the time being, nor could he see their faces clearly. He was gradually reducing his strength while riding the horse, and finally at the bend
He stopped midway.
When he turned around, Wang Ai was surprised to find that his coach was running so fast. He rushed to him with wind on his feet and picked him up. Unfortunately, he was not tall enough. In desperation, he jumped up and picked him up. Wang Ai had to hold the old man's body and listen.
His speech was incoherent.
Putting down the old man wiping his tears, Bolt walked towards him with a smile.
"Hello, Usain." Wang Ai opened his arms.
Just as Bolt couldn't hear what Wang Ai said, Wang Ai couldn't hear what Bolt said either. They had to extend the hug, and Wang Ai could barely hear the intermittent words of congratulations.
The Bird's Nest was boiling. With Wang Ai as the center, coaches, players, reporters, staff, family members, and spectators were all surrounded by layers of joy. He suddenly remembered what Lao Gao said when he left Shenyang: "This
It may be the fastest you've ever run in your life, so enjoy it."
Yes, I will be 29 next year, and there will be no home field advantage in next year's Olympics. Maybe this will be my most glorious time in track and field.
Wang Ai turned around and ran along the track to the stands behind him, waving slowly. He was like a fuel injection pipe, making the flames more intense wherever he went.
Finally running back to where he started, Zhang Bin pushed Wang Ai towards the scoreboard and waved his arms to ask him to pose. Only then did Wang Ai remember that he hadn't looked at it yet, so he pressed the scoreboard with his hand under the reporters' cameras.
While turning sideways and lowering his head, he glanced back and saw that it was 9 seconds 66!
Joy welled up in my heart.
Wang Ai couldn't hold back his smile. This was a result he had only run five times in one month in Shenyang. From today on, the 100-meter limit for Chinese and Asians will officially begin the era of 9.7 seconds.
!
Wang Ai raised his head again and took a deep breath through his nose, raised his head and closed his eyes for two seconds. He exhaled the breath, turned his head and looked at the starting line, put his left hand on his hips and pointed his right hand at the scoreboard.
"Is it now?" Xu Qinglian, who was in the family area, grabbed Kang Si's hand and laughed loudly.
"Yes, you are a superstar now, Tiger!" Kang Si hugged Xu Qinglian and laughed.
Since there is a long jump competition tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Wang Ai only stayed on the sidelines for 5 minutes after the award ceremony and left. The reporters were faced with the interviewees who were like gods descending from the world and said nothing. Wang Ai just signaled with his eyes,
Dozens of staff members rushed in from nowhere and broke up the group of reporters. What was hateful was that Wang Ai turned back and smiled at them when he left the crowd.
"I'm not too happy today, am I?" Back at the hotel, Wang Ai asked Huang Xin, who was always smiling: "I'm a little too happy today. The reporters asked me to pose on the scoreboard. Am I going too far?"
"Compared with foreign athletes, it's far behind." Huang Xin put a cup of hot milk in Wang Ai's hand: "I'm just a little more arrogant than you usually are, but tonight you are a god, you are the idol of hundreds of millions of Chinese people.
If you remain as humble as usual, people will think something is wrong."
"Really?" Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the milk and said with a smile: "I'm a god? Then you won't reject me, right? Come on, dance for me, little Huang Xin."
Huang Xin stood up immediately: "Don't think I can't dance well."
Wang Ai was startled: "This is not like you."
Huang Xin's eyes were filled with emotion: "Tonight, no one can refuse you."
This chapter has been completed!