God of Sprint

Chapter 698: Book and Sword Cut Confusion

On the field, Zhao Yun and Van Niekerk were bent over, leaning on their knees, looking at each other and breathing heavily.

When the result of the match came out, the two stood up at the same time. Van Niekerk took the initiative to walk in front of Zhao Yun, and the two hugged each other affectionately.

"Congratulations! You have brought honor to your country!" Van Niekerk said sincerely.

Zhao Yun hugged Van Niekerk's head and whispered in his ear, "You too, no matter what the result is, anyone who can stand on this land should be a hero of their country! The results only represent personal strength!"

Van Niekerk was convinced of his defeat to Zhao Yun. He entered the state of supreme ecstasy in the last 100 meters. Although Zhao Yun was not in the true state of supreme ecstasy, his state was definitely slightly inferior to Van Niekerk. But the last 100 meters was a straight 100 meters, which was Zhao Yun's absolute advantage. It was because of this that Zhao Yun defeated Van Niekerk. If Van Niekerk had entered the state of supreme ecstasy in the second corner, Zhao Yun would have lost to Van Niekerk with a high probability.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in competitive sports.

At this time, the coaching team led by Wang Zijie also rushed into the venue and draped the national flag on Zhao Yun.

The three of them hugged Zhao Yun's head, "Well done! Zhao Yun, you are now the new Olympic record holder."

"Hurry up and celebrate with the audience!" Wang Zijie pushed Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was draped in the bright red flag, feeling the weight of the flag dyed red with the blood of revolutionary predecessors.

Zhao Yun wanted to show his ancestors the glory of their descendants.

He started running, greeting the audience as he ran.

When Zhao Yun arrived at the audience seats of the Flower Planting House, he bowed deeply to the audience seats. Thunderous applause and cheers rang out at the scene. Zhao Yun raised his head and glanced at every excited face.

He saw Liu Shishi, Nini, Bai Bing, Yang Mi, and the big baby Angel sitting in the front row.

Zhao Yun waved to them!

"Zhao Yun, Sister Yifei is here too. She's watching you up there!" Nini shouted, pointing at the commentary booth.

Zhao Yun looked towards the commentator's seat and said, "Sister Yifei, I won the championship!"

Liu Yifei looked at Zhao Yun waving at her, and she quickly waved back.

Then, Zhao Yun raised the national flag in his hand high and signaled the audience to be quiet. He shouted in an excited voice: "Thank you to my motherland, thank you to everyone who supports me! This honor belongs to all of us!"

Before he finished speaking, the whole place was boiling again, with colorful flags flying and shouts coming one after another. Zhao Yun was immersed in this warm atmosphere, and he knew that this was not only his personal victory, but also the glory of the entire flower-growing family.

"Please invite the winner of the men's 400-meter race to the podium to receive the award."

"Here it comes! The exciting award ceremony moment is here!"

“The podium is ready!”

"After the award ceremony, our reporter will interview Zhao Yun."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wele the President of Rio Olympic Committee, Mr. Karl's to award our winners.

Firstly, we'd like to announce the bronze medal winner of the men's 400-meter race, Michael Norman."

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Carlos, President of the Rio Olympic Committee, to present the awards to our winners.

First the men's 400m bronze medal was presented to Michael Norman.

Michael Norman performed very well this time, although he was not the most favored one. People were more optimistic about Zhao Yun, Van Niekerk, Makawara, and Killarney James. However, he finally overtook Killarney James in the final stage, defended the honor of the American team and won a bronze medal.

Michael Norman hugged Zhao Yun and Van Niekerk before going on stage.

Zhao Yun was quite happy that his good brother won the award. "Cousin, congratulations!"

"Thank you, cousin!"

After that, Michael Norman stood on the first step and accepted the award from Carlos.

Van Niekerk then accepted the silver medal awarded to him by Carlos.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next we would like to invite the 2016 Rio Olympics men's 400m champion, Zhao! Yun!!"

Zhao Yun stepped onto the podium waving his hands.

Carlos handed the flowers to Zhao Yun and hung the medal around Zhao Yun's neck.

"Congratulations, Zhao Yun!"

"Thank you, Chairman!"

Zhao Yun held the medal in one hand and the flowers in the other, and slowly turned to face all four directions, so that the audience in the stands could see how he looked after winning the award.

At this moment, the spotlight of the whole world is on this young man who broke the monopoly of blacks and whites.

He accepted with great enthusiasm the admiration from audiences all over the world and the praise from his country.

Li Tiantian, lying on the hospital bed, leaned against the pillow with the help of Li Qiang, looking at Zhao Yun's high-spirited appearance. A rare smile appeared on her pale face. It was obvious that she was happy at this moment.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Brother! Isn't Zhao Yun handsome?"

"Very handsome! Very handsome!" Li Qiangqiang said, holding back tears.

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"Tiantian, you should take a rest! Get enough energy to watch Zhao Yun's next game."

Li Tiantian nodded and said to herself, "I will definitely watch all the scenes of Zhao Yun winning the championship!"

"Everyone stand up, raise the national flag, and play the national anthem of the Flower Planting Country!"

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind!

How loud the victory song is, singing our beloved motherland, from now on towards prosperity and strength,

Over the mountains, over the plains

Crossing the rushing Yellow River and Yangtze River

The vast and beautiful land is our dear hometown

The heroic people stood up

We are united and strong as steel

.........

Yes! The heroic people have stood up! We have won the gold medal we have always dreamed of!

In the evening, People's Monthly commented on Zhao Yun's victory:

"It would be too boring if people only care about benefits nowadays. What is a boy's dream? It is to ride a horse across Qilian Mountains, to drink from Hanhai Lake, and to be heroic when he is seventeen years old and raises his hands above his head to pour the imperial wine into the river and drink together with the three armies."

"That 17-year-old boy brought thousands of years of lofty ambitions to the youth of our flower-growing nation."

"In today's age where money is everything, how many of us young people are lost in games, how many of us are lost in not knowing what to do. Zhao Yun once again brings the dream of the new era to the new generation of young people, and gives them spiritual solutions."

"Don't be afraid. The time when we used to be cautious even in our dreams is over. Now we can enjoy ourselves freely."

The post by the Flower Planting Society is relatively simple but powerful:

Peng is in the north sea, Feng is in the morning sun,

Today I carry books and swords to cut through the confusion!

We can fight in all directions!