Reborn on Top of Football

The breeze blew over the bird's nest, and was immediately lifted up and drifted away by the boiling sound waves.

The fastest men in the world come from all over the world to gather in this stadium that embodies the desire for the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. They want to show their competition to the whole world, and they want to hit the limits of human beings in front of all human beings.

In addition to Powell, the fourth place in the world record who was unexpectedly eliminated in the semi-finals, the first Bolt, the third Gai Yin, and the fifth Wang Ai stood behind the starting line under the gaze of countless eyes.

Bolt's third track, Wang Ai's fourth track, and Gai Yin's sixth track, each got a half-minute close-up of the camera and a special introduction by the host.

Wang Ai, who was in the depths of the sound waves, couldn't tell the difference between his treatment and Bolt's treatment. Probably the spirit of Chinese hospitality broke out again. Unlike Bolt, who frequently made facial expressions when the camera was aimed at, when the camera was aimed at Wang Ai, he just "coldly" glanced at the camera and focused on moving his shoulders. Although he is still facing the camera, his focus is not on the camera.

In the family area next to the stands, Leoni shouted "cool" and hugged her shoulders to laugh. Xu Qinglian turned to look at Kang Si: "Do you think he did it on purpose? Maintain the super giant style?"

Kang Si said strangely: "Why do you think so? He is an outstanding athlete, an athlete with hard results."

Xu Qinglian grinned and did not argue. At this moment, Shi Wenjun, who had been whispering to Huang Xin, raised her head: "Should we start?"

Almost at the moment she spoke, the bored host on TV turned off her voice, and the bird's nest of 80,000 people suddenly fell silent. The eight flying men 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 adjusted and waited quietly, people's hearts beat suddenly, whether it was outside the arena or in the arena, whether it was the audience or their family members, whether it was from all over the world or from all over the world. At this time, the sharp-eyed people suddenly felt that Wang Ai's body was "bigger" than Bolt's when they scanned the front of the camera?

Recalling carefully, it seems to be the case, but why didn't I notice it before? Could it be that the black muscular impression is too deep? Too punchy?

Before these people could figure it out, a crisp gunshot sounded throughout the quiet bird's nest. They hurriedly turned their eyes back, and saw eight strong men vigorously swinging their shoulders, driving their waists and hips, and finally transmitted their strength to their legs. Push hard to accelerate.

The slight difference is that compared with Bolt around him, Wang Ai's movements are much smaller and faster. Just when people had no time to think about what this difference meant, it was visible to the naked eye that Wang Ai was ahead, by about half a body position in the first ten meters, and by an entire body position from ten meters to twenty meters.

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"Wang Ai is leading, leading, leading Bolt, even if it is only the first 20 meters!" The sports channel commentator roared extremely fast.

At this time, Wang Ai had already run to 50 meters. Unlike Bolt, Gai Yin and others, Wang Ai's frequency decreased, his movements became larger, and he kicked the ground more powerfully. Run **** the track and stride forward.

It seems to be a replay of the scene where Bolt took the lead in the World Championships in Berlin, but this time it was Wang Ai's turn. He was full and energetic, and he ran the last 50 meters with the most beautiful posture and crossed the finish line!

The head-on wind passed over Wang Ai's armpits, bringing a trace of coolness. He temporarily couldn't hear what people were shouting clearly, nor could he see people's faces clearly. He stopped halfway.

When he turned around, Wang Ai was surprised to find that his coach ran so fast, and rushed to hug him with the wind on his feet. Unfortunately, he was not big enough, so he jumped up and hugged him in a hurry. Wang Ai had to hug the old man's body and listen. Watching his incoherent speech.

Putting down the old man wiping his tears, Bolt walked towards him smiling.

"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, so they had to extend the hug time, and Wang Ai barely heard the intermittent congratulations.

The bird's nest is boiling, with Wang Ai as the center, the joy of the coaches, players, reporters, staff, family members, and audience surrounds Wang Ai layer upon layer. He suddenly remembered what Lao Gao said when he left Shenyang: "This may be the fastest run in your life, enjoy it to the fullest."

Yes, I will be 29 years old next year, and there will be no home court advantage for next year's Olympics. Perhaps, this is my brightest time in track and field.

Wang Ai turned around, ran along the runway to the stands behind him, and waved slowly. He is like a fuel injection pipe, wherever he goes, the flame will be more vigorous.

Finally running back to the starting point, Zhang Bin pushed Wang Ai towards the scoreboard, waving his arms to ask him to pose. Only then did Wang Ai realize that he hadn't watched it yet, so he pressed the scoreboard under the cameras of the reporters, turned his head sideways, and glanced back. It was 9 seconds 66!

Joy welled up in my heart.

Wang Ai couldn't hold back his smile. This is the result he only ran five times in a month in Shenyang. From now on, the 100-meter limit of Chinese and Asians officially opened the era of 9 seconds 7 !

Wang Ai, who looked up again, took a deep breath through his nose, raised his head and closed his eyes for two seconds, exhaled this breath, turned his head to look at the starting line, with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand pointed to the scoreboard.

"Is it now?" Xu Qinglian in the family area laughed loudly while holding Kang Si's hand.

"Yes, you are a superstar now, Tiger!" Kang Si hugged Xu Qinglian and laughed together.

Since there will be long jump competitions tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Wang Ai only stayed on the sidelines for 5 minutes after the awards ceremony and left. Wang Ai just gestured with his eyes, and dozens of staff rushed from nowhere to disperse the group of reporters. The hateful thing is that when Wang Ai left in the crowd, he turned around and smiled at them.

"I'm not too nervous today, am I?" Back at the hotel, Wang Ai asked Huang Xin, who had been smiling all the time: "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: "It's just a little bit more selfish than you usually are, but tonight you are a god, you are the idol of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, If you're as humble as you usually are, people won't feel right."

"Really?" Wang Aishu sighed, picked up the milk and laughed, "I'm already a god? Then you won't reject me, right? Come on, give me a dance, little Huangxin."

Huang Xin stood up immediately: "Don't think I can't dance well."

Wang Ai was taken aback: "This is not like you."

Huang Xin's eyes were full of affection: "Tonight, no one can refuse you."