Wang Ai felt like a fire dragon, spraying out a heat wave towards the sky.
The sweat all over my body couldn't wait to pour out, flowing like a stream.
In the crowd, Bolt walked over with a smile and extended his palm. Wang Ai shook hands with him in mid-air, and then they opened their arms and hugged him.
On this night, the human limit of 9 seconds 58 became a thing of the past, and 9 seconds 48 became a golden number engraved in human history.
Bolt walked away proudly. He still had 200 meters and the relay, but Wang Ai couldn't walk. According to convention, those who break the record have to accept cheers for a week and show themselves. Under the guidance of the Rio staff, Wang Ai resumed
Hit the runway.
Xu Qinglian, who was already hugging Ai Xiaoqing, heard her mother-in-law whisper: "Why are you still holding it?"
Xu Qinglian took a closer look and found that Wang Ai did not make various display movements with personality like Bolt and others. He just simply smiled, jogged, and waved, with the big red national flag behind him like a big red flag.
The cloak flutters occasionally, exuding a dignified smell.
Walking on the blue runway is like walking on the blue sea, and the crimson Wang Ai is like a king on patrol.
After completing the task of lighting up the stadium with his own hands, Wang Ai returned to the scoreboard and took a photo with this data that was about to resound throughout the earth.
Most of the live broadcast cameras around the world were always on, and the cameras on the scene kept flashing. Wang Ai had to show the professionalism of a football giant and strike some satisfactory poses.
In the group of reporters, Lin Long waved to Wang Ai and pointed to the national flag on his shoulder. Wang Ai looked down, then pressed the big five-pointed star with his right hand and clasped it on his left chest with his backhand.
Lin Long was shocked when he saw all this through the camera, and the close-up shot was particularly meaningful.
"He is the fastest man in the world, he is Chinese!" He Wei explained passionately: "The modern Olympics is the largest comprehensive sports meeting in the world. Track and field is the mother of the Olympics, the 100 meters is the king of track and field, and the men's event is
A hundred meters of laurels."
Today's guest is Liu Xiang. He said with the same passion: "People used to say that Chinese people are only good at skills. My breakthrough in Athens did not completely get rid of this impression. But today I can finally say loudly: We Chinese are not only good at
Skills, equally good at strength, good at speed.”
The road back to the lounge was extremely crowded, and most of them were Rio's staff. Only Wang Ai was accompanied by the four security guards Zhang Guang, Liu Liang, Jin Yuanyu, and Su Shi. Under these thousands of shots, Zhao Dan
He Qian Ziqiang has disappeared.
The faces in the stands nearby became more and more excited, and they unconsciously stretched out their hands in the direction of Wang Ai. Wang Ai just smiled, and the men and women felt dizzy.
"Wang, why can you run so fast?" On-site reporters at the Rio Olympic Games took the time to ask.
"The weather in Rio is very good, which allowed me to perform well." Wang Elliot gave a simple answer after thinking about it.
The reporter had to stop temporarily and wait for the cheers from all directions to pass before continuing: "So as a football player, why did you break the 100-meter record? Is it faith or the weather in Rio?"
Wang Ai laughed: "This matter cannot be summed up simply. There should be many reasons that contributed to this result."
"Then why didn't the other football stars come and participate in the track and field events?"
Wang Ai glanced at the Brazilian reporter and thought, "You still don't know?"
"Probably because there are dozens of people in the football finals, but there are less than ten people in the 100-meter finals, right?" Wang Ai joked casually: "It is easier to participate in the finals of football games."
When he returned to the locker room, he found that his wife and children were not there. Wang Ai was surprised. Under the urging of the coach, Wang Ai simply washed his face, took a dry coat and put it on. Because he had wasted too much time just now, or
He said that the organizing committee saw 29-year-old Bolt and 28-year-old Wang Ai and did not expect them to break the record, so the schedule was a bit tight and Wang Ai was unable to take a shower.
"Wang Ai, I won't say any more." Director Du pulled Wang Ai: "But now you have to understand how much weight the 100-meter world record, yellow people, Chinese people, and football stars all add up to. This is not for you.
In this commercial event, every move you make is being watched by countless pairs of eyes, looking for faults in you!"
"Don't worry, Director." Wang Ai said seriously, "I won't make any unnecessary moves."
When he returned to people's sight, Wang Ai's feelings changed. The staff was no longer doing routine work, but with the enthusiasm of hindsight. Waves of applause from the stands in all directions were sent to the center of the stadium.
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The last one stood on the podium, and while waving, I felt the pride of being the master of the game again.
After hanging up the gold medal and taking the small ornaments, Wang Ai looked down at his clothes, adjusted the position of the gold medal, and then took a deep breath and looked up at the flagpole.
After a short period of calm, an exciting melody sounded.
Somehow, before Wang Ai's eyes, figures fighting in blood in the smoke of gunfire passed by. Those were the martyrs who led this country and nation to independence and freedom and wrote history!
As the music progresses and the red flag rises, Wang Ai's expression becomes more solemn and dignified. Standing here, Wang Ai understands the hearts of the young people of that generation. They don't want to be slaves, they want to fight back, even if there are bullets and bullets, they will still fight back.
To move forward, to move forward.
The sudden noise interrupted Wang Ai's thoughts. He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. After Bolt and Gatlin came to his side, they both showed a hearty smile to the camera.
This time I returned to the locker room and finally met my wife, children, and the other two mothers of my children.
When the head of the delegation, Director Du, the Ambassador and others accompanied the leader, Big White Fish had already hid outside with the child in his arms.
I don’t know whether the schedule happened to be on this day, or whether it was specially adjusted in anticipation that Wang Ai would win the championship. When the leader came, he was radiant, held Wang Ai’s hand and said very serious words: "National hero!"
Wang Ailian said he didn't dare, and the leader didn't care. He asked reporters to take a photo of the two of them, and then stayed in the lounge for almost ten minutes before leaving.
"Our mother asked you what your plans are for lunch, and if you can go to her place and see."
After the leader left, Xu Qinglian accompanied Wang Ai to pack things and asked: "If you don't have time, just change it another day."
Wang Ai thought for a while: "It's better to have it today. It'll be good at noon. In the evening, I guess at least our track and field team will have some activities. I can't leave. Tomorrow I should practice the relay. It starts well and ends well, no matter what happens in the end.
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"Okay, I'll go tell mom."
After the women and children left, Wang Ai went out and asked Director Du. Sure enough, the track and field team arranged to celebrate in the evening, but due to the principle of fairness, they did not plan to make a big fanfare. It was just a few leaders, coaches, and Wang Ai who won the medals.
