Chapter 223： Anyone on the track is the enemy

What kind of existence is the second place?

Nao Ni said it well: "Second place is the biggest loser."

Donovan Bailey thought he could become famous in one run, and dismantled Xu Ang, the current world record holder in the men's 100-meter sprint, but he did not expect Xu Ang to be so powerful.

"Three meters, three meters, three meters..."

Donovan was panting heavily, mumbling in his heart.

Three meters, this is the gap he was opened by Xu Ang in the group stage.

Three meters, the distance that he could cross at will at ordinary times, became the gap between him and Xu Ang.

Xu Ang, who was three meters faster, was the first in the group, and he who was three meters behind could only be the second in the group.

Donovan disagreed.

Look at his score, nine seconds eighty-four.

If not for Xu Ang's birth, he would have broken Bolchin's world record of 9.85 in today's Olympic Games in Atlanta and become the new world record-setter in the men's 100-meter sprint.

If Xu Ang hadn't been born, Donovan would have become famous in this Olympics. At that time, all kinds of business endorsements will be soft, and he will become a rich man with endless banknotes. You can enjoy life.

However, Xu Ang's existence turned everything into a dream.

Donovan was furious.

Why?

Why?

Donovan couldn't understand, with the physical quality of a yellow race, how could it be more explosive than a black race like him, and even better than him.

Shouldn't we be dominant in events like the men's 100m sprint, why would we kill a yellow-skinned guy?

"Damn it!"

Donovan wiped his face, cleared his mind and walked out of the track.

Fortunately, this time the game was the top two in the group, and he still had a chance to avenge this arrow, otherwise Donovan would really cry.

After running for the first place in the group, after discovering that Donovan's strength was far inferior to himself, he did not exert his strength in the middle and late stages, so that he only equaled the world record he created in District 11 at the beginning of the year, but Xu Ang didn't care.

What if you're the first in the group?

Just get the qualifications for the promotion, there is no need to break the world record every time, it is better to save the surprises for the finals.

It's the same as an exam, just pass it - sixty thousand years old, one extra point is wasted.

Zhang Ming greeted him and put on Xu Ang's clothes. He reminded Xu Ang: "Donovan Bailey's strength is very strong. If he was placed in the previous Olympic Games, he would be enough to shock the world. Such a strong person can appear in a group stage. It can be seen that in the Olympic Games Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, you can’t take the enemy lightly.”

Holding Zhang Ming's shoulders, Xu Ang motioned to him: "Old Zhang, don't be nervous. You don't know what my character is? I won't underestimate the enemy, this gold medal must belong to us."

Xu Ang is determined to win this Olympic gold medal, and no one can stop him.

Not only must he win the gold, but he must also win beautifully and hand over a perfect report card, so that there will not be too much resistance to his subsequent actions.

"You rest first, and then there is the semi-final, and then the final."

Xu Ang frowned after hearing it. He remembered that if there was a semi-final, the final would most likely be put on the next day. How could Zhang Ming say that the race would be finished today.

"The Olympic Organizing Committee has made changes, and the American contestants have no opinions. Our opinions can't change anything."

Hearing the words, Xu Ang couldn't help shaking his head: "This is the disadvantage of not being the organizer. It would be nice if we hold one ourselves."

Zhang Ming said with the same feeling: "The next Olympics has been decided, we can only strive for 2004, hope it will be successful."

Xu Ang did not speak. He knew that not to mention the unsuccessful bid for the Millennium Olympics, even the first Olympic year after the Millennium would not be in China.

However, in 2008, Huaxia still succeeded. Since then, Huaxia has let the world see how it has revived step by step and how it has taken off.

Closing his eyes and taking a nap, Xu Ang was waiting for the semi-finals to arrive.

"Hey, Huaxia Xu."

Before the semi-final opponent Xu Ang had time to observe, someone took the initiative to chat with him.

This person is none other than Bolqin, the creator of the men's 100-meter sprint world record before Xu Ang appeared.

Reaching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, the other party was friendly, and Xu Ang naturally would not be stingy in returning the same kindness: "Hello, Mr. Bolchin."

"It's good, you broke my record, and you surpassed it by so much. I'm not good at all."

Borqin said this with a smile, and it could be seen that he did not show any resentment towards Xu Ang. On the contrary, Bolchin was very friendly: "To tell you the truth, this is the last Olympics I have participated in. After all, I am already in my thirties, and the peak period has long passed. Slow down, so that I can stay on the field I love for another year or two. Well, why am I telling you this, you young people don't understand this feeling."

Borqin laughed at himself: "Can you promise me a request, Huaxia Xu."

Xu Ang said noncommittally: "Tell me about it."

"Will the next semi-final let me see your true strength, it will be a curtain call gift from the current world record creator to his predecessor."

Xu Ang replied: "This will definitely become a story in the history of sports."

Hearing Xu Ang say this, Borqin smiled. He patted Xu Ang on the arm, said thank you, then turned around and walked back to his track.

Xu Ang didn't see that when Bolqin turned his back to him, the latter made a strange expression somewhere off the field.

Someone quietly retreated after receiving the message they wanted, and soon this person appeared in a player's lounge.

"Borqin succeeded. We can take a good look at the strength of the Chinese in the semi-finals, and then decide what to do in the final."

This man whispered to a black brother who put a towel on his head and completely covered his face. From the look on his face, you can tell that he is very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"That Chinese man is still too young, he has no idea how attractive money is. As long as he gives a little bit of affection, young people will be moved, what a childish guy. He doesn't understand at all, as long as he gets on the track , Everyone is an enemy, seniors, competitive spirit, all are empty, only interests are eternal. That Bolqin took my money, he…”

"Go out! Don't disturb my rest!"

"OK."

This man was mercilessly driven away by Brother Hei. After he closed the door and left, Brother Hei tore off the towel covering his head and slammed to the ground, cursing, "Despicable Koreans."

If it wasn't for winning the Olympics, or for the huge amount of business endorsements after winning the championship, he wouldn't let this Korean man fool around.

Cursing is cursing, but Brother Hei's body is unusually honest. He walked to the public rest area and watched the semi-final where Xu Ang and Bolqin were in the same group through the live broadcast.