"Yuse Bott!"

"Yuse Bott!"

"Yuse Bot, the men's 200m championship, he broke the record of the men's 200m championship in the World Junior Championship..."

In the wet and gloomy weather, the radio of the on-site conference suddenly rang out.

Ye Qin stood in front of the finish line. He didn't understand the English on the radio very much, but he probably understood the meaning. He looked around and finally saw the black boy standing in the distance on the runway, waving around the field and the audience in the stands.

This time, since he participated in the semi-finals, he learned about the opponent's strength and also had an understanding of himself. He did not feel guilty after suddenly seeing the failure and burst into tears.

He realized the gap between himself and these top young genius athletes, 400m champion Sultanian Abu Barik Ali, with a record of 46.10 seconds and a record of World Junior Championships. 200m champion Yusé Bot, with a record of 20.40 seconds and a record of World Junior Championships.

At this moment, Ye Qin knew very well that he could not beat such a player.

His track and field practice is too short, and his starting acceleration, explosive power, absolute speed, sprint ability in the second half, etc. all take a longer period of time to train and strengthen.

But only after losing the game, the very unwillingness to be still makes people feel very uncomfortable.

In Xiushui County, Haixi Province and even in China, he may not meet too many opponents among his peers. But this is the world stage. Among his peers, there are definitely many who are better than him and faster than him!

He also knew that after a few years, if he entered the professional arena and entered the international arena after he became an adult, he would meet countless top players from all walks of life.

He has talent and good grades, but it's nothing at this time!

When practicing sports, you must have faith, persistence, and goals! What Nie Fangping said to him seemed to ring in his ears again.

On the runway, Jamaica's black teenagers surrounded the runway for a week and returned to the finish line. Many reporters, videographers and photographers who came in from the peripheral media areas and stands surrounded him layer by layer. Most of them were local Canadian media, but there were also some relatively influential large media.

On the edge of the timing card at the finish line of the runway, the black boy leaned over and squatted down, with fine sweat on his forehead, the spotlight flashed and his smile was bright.

That is the treatment of the champion! This moment belongs to the other party!

Ye Qin looked at the black boy who became the focus of the audience through the misty rain and fog. He couldn't help but remember the scene of his first competition with two sports students Li Jianchao and Liu Yizhen at school, and the scene of his winning championship on the cinder track of Xiushui No. 2 Middle School Campus.

At that time, I was barefoot and could not start in a squat. I was just angry for a moment, just because my classmates thought he was good at physical education and signed up for him.

When I stood at the starting line, they were laughing at me until the gunfire sounded, until I crossed the finish line...

Ye Qin stared blankly at the photo of the other party and the timing card, and was covered by spotlights. Although there were not many spectators on the scene and everyone was fighting away, occasionally he would have one or two shouts of "Bot" and "Bot".

He felt that he had never wanted to win or be the one who took a photo with the timing card like now!

There are still a few games left in the World Youth Championship today, but his game is over.

"Next time, next time, I must win!"

Losing 400 meters and losing 200 meters is really uncomfortable.

He doesn't want to have that feeling that he can't catch up with the other party no matter how hard he tries on the field!

Ye Qin had found the reason why he ran, the track and the field. He provided himself with a new possibility and had a different life choice. And he himself, whether it was driven by people around him or the influence of the environment, looked at his heart and found that he actually wanted to run. Even if no one forced him or pushed him, he would still willingly walk on the track.

Only in the arena and the track can he have value.

When practicing sports, you need to have faith, persistence, and goals. Now, he has found his goal.

When the spotlight flashes, it is not the time when it falls on you, when it is surrounded by people, in front of the timing card, it is not the time when it is yourself.

Ye Qin felt that his muscles and blood were burning.

"I hope every game will be my moment, to do what I can do to the extreme and ultimately, to be the best, to be remembered, to be talked about..."

Ye Qin gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at the black boy who became the focus of everyone, and had a goal in his heart.

"Hi! No. 100!"

I don’t know how long it took, but the black boy who had finished the photo seemed to notice Ye Qin’s gaze as he looked at him, and walked towards Ye Qin.

He had a deep impression of Ye Qin. Although the two did not communicate much in terms of language, the black boy remembered Ye Qin from the time he pretended to be injured and came to help enthusiastically.

"I hope we will see you next time!"

The black boy spoke very slowly. There were some words that Ye Qin didn't understand, but it did not prevent him from understanding the other party's general meaning.

"It will definitely happen." Ye Qin raised his head slightly and stretched out a fist. This is the way he often saw many foreign athletes communicating recently. "Next time, I will beat you."

The black boy seemed to understand everything in English, and smiled and stretched out his fist to touch Ye Qin.

The staff on the field are already asking the players to leave, and the next game is about to be held in the women's 800m final.

The black boy waved to Ye Qin. When he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at Ye Qin's calves and pointed, "Hi, No. 100, you are injured!"

"Hmm?" Ye Qin was slightly stunned, then looked down and found that a hole was cut inexplicably at some point. He didn't notice it and didn't feel it. After being reminded, he felt a little burning pain.

"How did I get hurt?"

Ye Qin glanced at the wound on his calf and left the track, which was a little confused for a moment.

He didn't have it before starting, that was what happened during the running, but he didn't know what the reason was for for a while.

At this time, everyone from the Chinese team in the off-field stands also noticed that Ye Qin looked down at his calves from time to time and saw a bloody wound. Ye Lidong Zhou Bin and team doctor Jiang Shaofen rushed over in a hurry.
Chapter completed!