"On your marks!" As the prompt sounded for everyone to take their places, eight athletes stepped onto the track one after another, leaned down, and stepped on the starting blocks.
"Papa." Suddenly it began to rain lightly.
The audience in the auditorium immediately became silent after hearing the prompt, for fear of missing even one second of the race. After all, this is 100 meters!
"set!"
"Snapped!"
Game start!
Swish, swish, swish!
With the starting movements appearing almost synchronized to the naked eye, the 100-meter battle in Paris officially began.
Start accelerating!
Strong muscles bring super strength to the body, and the reaction force formed by this force on the starting block pushes the athlete's body to rapidly change from stationary to forward!
In just a short moment, tens of thousands of energy releases occur in the athlete's body, and these are all stored in the body through daily training, and outsiders cannot see any of them.
Five steps, just five steps, with a distance of more than ten meters, Su Feng and Powell showed their advantage over other athletes with their strong acceleration ability, standing out from the eight people, and at least one height away from the people behind them.
distance!
At this time, some of the audience members who were originally sitting had already stood up, holding their own items in their hands, but no one spoke. Anything they said at this time seemed to be redundant and in the way.
Thirty meters!
Su Feng and Powell stood up and raised their heads one after another at a position of about 30 meters, and started the second stage of acceleration!
Unparalleled! The "world record-level" acceleration ability is undoubtedly displayed on this 100-meter straight road!
No one can keep up with the two of them.
Even Obikwelu, who was in third place, even though he was accelerating desperately, he could only watch like a bystander as the two ran further and further away!
Sixty meters!
The two of them have reached the peak stage of speed, but they are still entangled in a state of almost the same speed.
One step, two steps, three steps and four steps, the two of them now covered a distance of ten meters in almost four steps, and the time was less than a second!
If we look at the human body itself, it is indeed speeding.
In the blink of an eye, we reached the ninety-meter mark again!
In the last few games, Powell has always lost in the last ten meters. Even at this position, after passing the limit speed of twenty meters, he can no longer maintain it.
Su Feng was also unable to maintain his strength, and his speed was also falling. However, his speed was falling slower than Powell's. From the audience's perspective, it was like Su Feng rushed out from Powell's side!
100 meters, crossing the line!
The audience at the scene first exclaimed excitedly, and then burst into continuous applause, both for Su Feng and Powell!
This was in response to the great match the two gave to the crowd.
At this time, the results were already displayed on the big time board on the field.
Su Feng, China, 9 seconds 81.
Powell, Jamaica, 9 seconds 86.
Obikveru, Portugal, 9 seconds 98.
Both of them ran in the 9.80s and 9.90s here. They ran such results continuously. In today's world, there are only these two "world record" level athletes.
"Huh!" He Jun let out a deep breath on the sidelines, and the people on the Su team around him also relaxed their shoulders.
He Jun is naturally aware of the pressure Su Feng is facing now. If an athlete doesn't say it on the surface, who knows what he is feeling in his heart.
The grain is ripe
Fortunately, Su Feng withstood the pressure and defeated Powell again.
"There are four more games!" He Jun touched his heart unconsciously, wondering if his heart could still bear it after this game.
He does not have heart disease, but if he is under great pressure, he might develop it even if he does not have it.
"We can never let Su Feng run in this kind of competition again!" He Jun said to himself solemnly.
The IAAF's competitions are simply inhuman. Those shot put, discus, and even long-distance races are only 100 meters, which is simply torture.
As long as you are strong enough in those races, you have a high probability of winning. Even if you lose, it won't be so thrilling. But in the 100-meter race, if you don't pay attention, you will end up with one win and one loss. The mental burden is too heavy.
However, when Su Feng came off the court, He Jun had returned to his usual calm demeanor. Now that the athletes were already very nervous, he naturally could not add any more pressure.
After returning to the hotel, Su Feng couldn't wait to open QQ. After seeing the flashing icon of "Yingdan" and the displayed time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He is actually under a lot of pressure now, but just like He Jun, he doesn't want others to know.
This kind of pressure was something he had never thought of before. Even if he had been born for two lifetimes, he could not bear it.
At this time, chatting with Yingtan was one of the few channels through which he could vent.
He can tell the other person all his stress without fear of being known by the people around him.
"How's it going, Su Jun, did you win?" This message was sent a minute ago. Su Feng looked up and saw that the other party would send such a message about every two minutes.
Although the time of the game is fixed, it is not certain when it will end or when Su Feng will come back, so the other party will send such overriding messages.
"Of course I won. Don't you still believe me? But who the hell is Su Jun? You are not Japanese. What do you mean, Su Jun?"
“Guanjun Su’s abbreviation is Su Jun, stupid.”
"Just say so."
"How are you? Are you under a lot of pressure today? There seems to be something wrong with the domestic limelight right now." Seeing that Su Feng had lost the energy to argue during the chat, the other party asked cautiously.
"The limelight is wrong, what do you mean?" Su Feng asked this question first.
"That's right, how should I put it? Although you were already very popular, the discussion in the country seems to be too heated now, and it's even more popular than before."
"You mean this, I've heard about it." Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he thought something had happened.
"Are you under a lot of pressure?"
"Indeed, the pressure is not small. Today, I struggled with Powell until the end and won a little bit. If I make an oversight, I may lose."
"It's so pitiful. Otherwise, I would give you a cat. I also have a dog, but it tends to run around. A cat is much quieter. Holding it can relieve stress."
"Oh?" Su Feng smiled playfully in front of the computer. This is a good idea, but international shipping of pets is troublesome. He travels to multiple countries, so the procedures may be very cumbersome and it probably won't be possible.
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But that didn't stop Su Feng from teasing the other person, "Okay, what a great idea. I saw in the picture that you have a lot of cats and dogs. As for cats, you can choose any one, or just that British shorthair one."
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"British short films, no, that's my second favorite, absolutely no!" An exclamation mark was added to this sentence.
"How about that Garfield? It looks plump and cute to me."
Two minutes passed.
"That won't work either. Garfield is my fifth favorite. I cry so hard that I can't bear to part with him."
"Forget it, you call me Su Jun. A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others."
"That's good, but I seem to have discovered a problem."
"What?" Su Feng asked with some confusion.
"You seem to be no better than a cat in my heart. What should I do?"