Chapter 67： 1 run to fame

Huaxia's audience was looking forward to the announcement of the final answer with joy, but they didn't know how shocked the players who were in the same match as Xu Ang were.

When Xu Ang was in the lead at the beginning, the black and white Shuangsha didn't care, they were all waiting to overtake in the middle or late stage of the race. Many people sneered in their hearts when they found Xu Ang speeding up in the middle of the race, thinking that this was the last struggle of the Huaxia players.

But as Xu Ang kept speeding up and widening the gap, this sneer turned into panic.

Out of the psychology of not being able to be overwhelmed by the other side's advantage and eventually irreparable, the black and white Shuangsha can only disrupt their rhythm and forcibly speed up in advance.

But even if they did, they still failed to narrow the distance with Xu Ang, and instead were thrown farther and farther away. They couldn't help but wonder if the one running in front was really a Chinese, or a Caucasian with a layer of yellow paint on his skin.

Otherwise, how could he run so fast? We even had the strength to suckle and still couldn't run, even for a world-class sprinter like Green Lewis.

How is it possible for a Chinese man to be on a par with a world-class sprinter like Green Lewis on the 100-meter track!

Many people are unwilling to believe it, and even more unbelievable, but the fact is in front of them, and they can't help but believe it.

How fast can this Chinese man run, and how much worse is he than Green?

One second, or tenths of a second?

Everyone is waiting for the answer.

Xu Ang, who was sprinting, didn't think so much. He only had one thought in his mind, that is to run, run, run, run with all his strength, let the world know that Chinese people are not something they can underestimate, and let those who look down on Huaxia sprint. The athlete guy's jaw dropped, realizing how wrong he was.

"The final sprint!"

"It's still speeding up, Xu Ang is still speeding up!"

"Crossing the finish line!"

"First, we are first!"

"Gold won!"

The narrator's uncontrollable excited roar on the TV set off the audience's emotions. Many people were yelling, and even they didn't know what they were shouting.

It doesn't matter what you shout at this moment, what matters is that your emotions need to be vented.

I'm happy, I'm going to call out.

Joy, you have to laugh.

"Who said we Chinese people can't sprint, look, who won the first place in this game?"

"It's us, hahaha..."

Sports fans all over China are celebrating, including here in the United States.

Xiaoxiao waved her hands and shouted at the TV, "Run dove, run quickly."

"Your brother won the first place."

Xiaoying's mother hugged her daughter and kissed her twice, making the child's mouth pouted.

The mother kissed so hard that the little baby's face turned red.

Pushing Xiaoying's mother away with her small hand, Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "Pigeon is the first place, and baby's pigeon is amazing."

Then she looked at Pigeon on TV again, covering her mouth and snickering quietly.

No matter how powerful Pigeon is, he is still a little boy. When he comes back, the little baby will catch this little boy, first spank him twice, then scratch his nose, pinch his cheek, and teach him to be obedient, otherwise he will be punished. He was crying.

"Hey, hey, hahaha..."

Thinking of the proud place, Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing.

If it wasn't for Xiaoying's mother's attention being attracted by the content broadcasted on TV, the child's strange behavior would definitely attract her attention, and maybe it would prevent this silly child from continuing to be silly.

On the TV screen, Xu Ang didn't start celebrating immediately after crossing the finish line for the first time. He slowed down slowly, and the first thing he did when he stood still was to look up at the big screen.

His time was quickly displayed on the big screen: 9.75 seconds.

This is my real strength, Xu Ang nodded with satisfaction.

Usually Xu Ang's results are similar to this, even if there is a difference, it is a gap of one second.

Of course, the gap of 0.1 second in the 100-meter race is already big enough.

It seems that I don't have stage fright even during the game.

The rewards for signing in tasks are stable.

Thinking of the quest reward, the corners of Xu Ang's mouth turned up slightly, sketching a pleasant arc.

He didn't know that he was the focus of many cameras at the moment, and his every move was presented in front of countless audiences in China. Naturally, his smile did not escape the cameraman's capture, and the smile was exceptionally clear under the close-up lens.

"Young man, your smile is so handsome!"

"Let's get more gold medals for the motherland."

For a while, many people in China were looking forward to next year's Atlanta Olympics.

As if the atmosphere was not enough, the narrator of the court platform added another fire at this time.

"Break the record!"

"This time it's not an Asian record, the Chinese player Xu Ang broke a world record. He improved the world record set by the American athlete Bolchin in Swiss Lausanne last June by a full 0.1 seconds, and also set the Asian men's record. The 100-meter sprint record has risen to the same height as the world record."

"Let us congratulate this 18-year-old teenager. He broke the fallacy that the yellow race can't run for ten seconds, and he created a miracle belonging to the Chinese athletes."

"In the future, no one has any reason to despise our sprinting sport in China because the fastest flying man in the world is in China."

"Please remember this game, please remember this young general named Xu Ang, he is only eighteen years old, and his future is promising."

Zhang Ming was so excited that his face was twisted and he rushed towards Xu Ang, wanting to hug him, and he kept shouting: "Break the world record, I know you can do it, you sure are. It's done, it's great!"

Xu Ang took two steps back calmly, and at the same time motioned Zhang Ming to calm down.

You are not a beautiful woman, so don't just hug and hug. Don't you know that distance produces beauty?

Zhang Ming really didn't know, he was stunned, and even though Xu Ang took two steps back, he was still hugged by him. It took Xu Ang a lot of effort to hold back and not roll his eyes. Fortunately, Xu Ang didn't do that. Otherwise, people all over the country would see his rolling eyes. Maybe in the future when the Internet age comes, this will be a classic emoji.

"Okay, old Zhang, I'm not as excited as you as an athlete, look at you, I didn't believe Xiaoxiao said you were crying, but now you're crying like a slap in the face, my sister is really a good boy who doesn't lie. Hey, don't rub it on me, I'll go... let go and rub my face again."

Xu Ang was puzzled. Zhang Ming was very old, and he usually looked very stable. Why did he act like a child when he moved a little? It really answered Xiaoxiao's words: Uncle Zhang was crying, tears were flowing out, little boy. The baby is stronger than him, slightly...

Zhang Ming's excitement at this moment, Xu Ang didn't understand, he even wanted to laugh, but when Xu Ang stood on the podium, watching the five-star red flag rising, and listening to the national anthem being played in a foreign country, he found himself Unable to stop the wetness of his eyes, an emotion called pride filled his heart, making him surging and unable to control himself.