Athens, in the Olympic Stadium.

The men's 200-meter rematch is entering the most intense moment.

Even though the audience in the stands showed a semi-resistance of silent protests about the men's 200m competition in this Athens Olympics, at this time, many people were gradually attracted by the players' figures flying past.

This is how the sprint competition is. When the gunfire sounds, the athletes burst into running at the fastest and highest speed. The impact force and the strong stimulation of adrenal hormones can most arouse people's emotions.

Moreover, other competitions seem to have thresholds, while track and field competitions are the simplest. You only need to see who runs the fastest, jumps the highest, and throws the farthest. This is the rule of the entire competition.

Simple and direct, but the simpler the rules, the more enthusiastic the people can be.

The shouts burst out from the stands unconsciously. Some of them were spectators from various countries who had spent a lot of effort to watch the game in Athens, but more were still local spectators from Greece and Athens.

Blood is gushing, and the wind is running fast.

As soon as the gunshots sounded, they ran out and ran out in a sprint. Whether it was 100 meters, 200 meters or 400 meters, they were all very passionate events.

Eighty meters, ninety meters, one hundred meters...

The eight players soon reached the last stage of the curve. Ye Qin ran with all his attention. He did not pay attention to the positions of other players, but he could still feel that Antigua and Barbuda player Brandon were getting closer to him, and he and Bahamian player Dominic Demerit, the third ball, were also gradually approaching a horizontal line. If he could enter the second round of the rematch, both of them were not low, at least on the front 100 meters, they would only be faster than Ye Qin.

Bend into straight road!

At this time, the form on the field was instantly clear, and the difference between the front and back caused by the forward extension has completely passed.

The first to run into the straight from the corner were Asa Faville and Jax Terling. The two had a curve of more than 100 meters in front. Asa Faville had a slight advantage in the first half, but when they were ninety to one hundred meters behind, they were gradually caught up by Jax Terling. The two of them rushed into the corner were not very different, and they both burst out with amazing speeds.

Following the two were German player Sebastian in the fifth lane and Slovenian player Madic Osovnikar in the seventh lane. Both white players had very good speed and rhythm, and there was no situation that they were too behind at this distance.

Next is British player Christian Malcolm in the sixth lane and Dominic DeMerritt in the second lane of the Bahamas.

Ye Qin ranked seventh with Dominic DeMerritt slightly behind the Bahamas's Dominic DeMerritt, slightly faster than Bu** Kristen in the first place.

This is the men's 200-meter rematch, a contest between outstanding sprinters from various countries. No matter which one is in their respective countries, it can be regarded as the top sprinter.

Although there are slight differences in front and back positions in the scene, except for starting to take the lead, Jax Terling, who occupied the first position with a big stride and Asa Faville, who occupied the second place, although there is a difference between the other players, the gap is just the distance between several positions, which is not large.

As soon as Ye Qin entered the straight road, his spirit was immediately raised to the highest point.

Now the men's 200-meter race has entered the final second half.

In the 400-meter event, many contestants can control the speed and rhythm in order to make a small sprint in the last few meters or dozens of meters. In the 200-meter event, this phenomenon does not exist. All contestants' speeds decline slightly after passing the top ten meters.

Ye Qin's speed-keeping ability was fully reflected at this time.

It was like a red lightning, gradually catching up from the anxious players and slowly overtook.

One hundred and fifty meters... Ye Qin caught up with Dominic Demerit, the second Bahamas!

One hundred and sixty meters... Ye Qin and the British player Christian Malcolm on the sixth road were headed together!

One hundred and seventy meters... Ye Qin has gradually ranked fifth in the track, only half a seat away from Slovenian player Madik Osovnikar on the seventh road.

The red lightning on the field ran quickly, almost touching the hearts of the Chinese delegation members and Chinese audiences who came to watch the game in the stands at this moment.

Yang Yao has been eliminated, and Ye Qin has become the only one. Whether he can advance in this round of competition means whether Chinese sprinters can hear the third gunshot sound in the Olympics.

One hundred and eighty meters... At this time, Ye Qin had three players in front, Jax Terling, Asa Faville, and Sebastian.

Ye Qin and Madik Osovnikar tied for fourth place.

Madik Osovnikar, the Slovenian player, tied for fifth place in the preliminary round with a time of 20.57 seconds, but he performed better in this semi-finals. Ye Qin had already surpassed the opponent at this time, but in this group of rematches, the two almost fought in the last few dozen meters.

One hundred and ninety meters, one hundred and ninety-five meters...

Cross the line!!

After Ye Qin lowered his head and pressed over the finish line, he subconsciously looked at the timing card in front.

At 20 seconds 03, Jax Terling, the first to cross the finish line, was presented to everyone.

At the finish line, he stopped slowly and slowed down. Ye Qin heard the sound of his breathing as rapid as a bellows. He raised his head and looked at the other contestants who passed by, with an indescribable look of fatigue on his face.

But compared to being tired, Ye Qin felt even more difficult at this moment that even though he tried his best and ran away with fame, it seemed that he was still a little short of it.

The moment he just crossed the finish line, he didn't know how much difference he was with Madik Osovnikar of Slovenia. The two were too far apart, but he could feel a vague sense that several people were running in front of him.

About a minute passed, on the big screen, the results of the men's 200-meter rematch were presented one by one:

1. The fourth lane, Jax Terling, United States, reaction 0.220, result 20 seconds 03;

2. The eighth road, Asa Faville, Jamaica, reaction 0.206, result 20 seconds 23;

3. The fifth lane, Sebastian, Germany, reaction 0.244, and the result was 20 seconds 36;

4. On the seventh road, Madik Osovnikar, Slovenia, reaction 0.235, result 20 seconds 47;

5. The second one, Ye Qin, China, reaction 0.198, result 20 seconds 48;

6. The sixth road, Christian Malcolm, UK, reaction 0.162, scored 20.56;

7. The third lane, Dominic de Merritt, Bahamas, reaction 0.141, scored 20 seconds 61;

8. The first lane, Bu**-Christen, Antigua and Barbuda, reaction 0.182, and scored 20 seconds 63;

“Has failed?”

Ye Qin looked a little depressed and gasped. He felt that the speed of this group of explosion was better than the preliminaries, but the final result was a little slower than the preliminaries.

This is how sprinting competition is. This group of people feels very hard and ruthless, but the final results may not meet expectations.

After seeing this formation appear, Ye Qin felt that his body suddenly had no strength.

The rematch is four groups. The rule for advancing to the semi-finals is to directly advance to the top three in the group, and then pick up the four best athletes among the remaining players to enter the semi-finals.

He only won the fifth place in the group in this group, with four rematch groups, and only four places to be replaced. It can be said that he almost completely lost the qualification to advance to the semi-finals.

At this moment, Ye Qin felt sore and exhausted, and had no energy at all. He had so many thoughts that came out before the game. After this result appeared, after working hard, he actually got such a result. This really made him feel a little reluctant to accept it.

Ye Qin did not go to see the scene where Justin Gatlin, who won the group stage, shouted loudly with his hands high, but he just left the field in a daze.

After passing through the corridor and returning to the locker room, Ye Qin did not dare to look up and see Yu Weili and others who were following him on the stage. They just entered the mixed passage area and sat directly on the ground.

His Olympic journey seemed to end here.

He didn't reach the finals, or even the semi-finals, at this moment he suddenly understood what He Jun felt when he first participated in the World Youth Championship.

As the national champion of the 100-meter youth men's 100-meter youth league, he did not even make the final in the World Junior Championships, and as the owner of the Chinese men's 200-meter record, he also did not even make the semi-finals of the Olympics.

This was the second such a major defeat since he stepped onto the field. The first time was the men's 400-meter race. At that time, it seemed that his emotions could still be stable, and he had to think about competing with various masters in four years.

But when the man finished the 200-meter rematch, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Ye Qin, I ran very well just now!"

Just as Ye Qin was sitting in the mixing passage area, his head was almost buried in his knees, he suddenly heard a sound coming from his ear.

Yu Weili squatted down and patted Ye Qin gently, with a warm smile on his face, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, you are still young, and you will definitely be able to achieve better results in the future."

"Coach, I..."

Ye Qin looked up at Yu Weili, then lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse, and he seemed to be choking for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"This is how competitive sports are. You won two silver medals in the World Youth Championship, qualified for the Olympics, and ran into the men's 200m rematch. At your age, there are not many people in the world. What's the point of being frustrated? Be happy. Four years later, the Olympics will be at our own doorstep, and then you will defeat them all..."

Yu Weili smiled and said slowly, 20 seconds 48, Ye Qin's promotion was 0.02 seconds slower than him in the preliminary round. Such stable performance was far beyond his expectations. He remembered that this was also the second best result created by Ye Qin.

Listening to Yu Weili's comfort, Ye Qin took a light breath, wanting to let go, but it seemed that there was still a knot in his heart that could not be untied in just a few words.

He wanted to win, to advance to the next round, and to run better results, but the result of this rematch made him even more disappointed.

At this moment, a sudden burst of rapid footsteps came.

"Ye Qin, Coach Yu?!"

Yang Yao and Yuan Mingfu hurried in from the mixed passage area, and their faces were indescribable surprises.

"What's wrong?!"

When Yu Weili saw the expressions of the two, he thought of something almost instantly and stood up.

"Promoted, Ye Qin, advanced to the semi-finals!"

Yang Yao shouted out almost like a roar, as if he was even more excited than he had advanced by himself.

“Promoted?!”

When Ye Qin heard this, he was stunned and suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbing the shoulder of Yuan Mingfu, who was closest to him, "Guide Yuan, have I advanced?!"

"Oh, you guys, be gentle." Yuan Mingfu felt the strength on his shoulders, first screamed in pain, and then said with a smile, "The four groups have finished the rematch. Your group has the best average score. There are four places to replace, and your group has three. Not only you have advanced, but the British player Christian Malcolm, who is behind you, has also advanced to the semi-finals."

"I've advanced!"

Almost instantly, Ye Qin was so excited that he was about to jump up. Just as the moment he saw the results come out, his body, which was almost completely powerless, emerged from somewhere endless power.

"Good boy, it's really... it's really..."

Yu Weili stood aside, smiling like a flower on his face. He looked at Ye Qin's excited look, shook his head, and reached out to gently pat Yang Yao, who was also happy for Ye Qin.
Chapter completed!