"Yuse, Yuuse!"

In front of the indoor warm-up track, Glenn Mills looked at Yusé Bot on the warm-up track and waved with a smile. Novel.

"Hmm?" Yusé Bot, who was about to continue a set of starting exercises, stopped slowly and walked towards Glen Mills in confusion. "Coach, what's wrong?"

"It's OK." Glenn Mills reached out and slapped Yusé Bott's shoulder, "No need to continue warming up, stop and rest."

"No?" Yusé Bott looked at the other athletes around him in a daze, and then at himself, "But they..."

“It really doesn’t need it.”

Glen Mills kept a smile as always, "Your body is already hot, in the right shape, and now is the time to rest."

As he said that, he pulled Yusé Bott to sit down on the chair beside him, "Come on, Yusé Bott, tell me a joke with some color, I know you have a lot of survival."

At this time, a very strong Jamaican boy next to Glen Mills agreed at the same time, "Yes, Yusay, let's have a joke. This is not like your previous style. I remember you are the joke king. Many people say that you can tell a lot of jokes before every game. Well, Wallace Spearmon is not here, but we are still a good listener for you."

"Hi, boy, are you saying that Wallace Spearmon and I are famous for telling jokes before the game?" Yusé Bott reached out and scratched the dreadlocks of the strong black boy. This was John Blake, another Jamaican genius boy brought by his coach, who was three or four years younger than him. He just failed to pass the Jamaica Olympic Trials this time, but Glenn Mills still brought him with him so that he could feel the atmosphere of the competition.

John Blake grinned, and with a bit of admiration for Yusé Bott, he said with a big laugh: "You go to the entire track and field world to ask, who can't know what happened to you and Wallace Spearmon before the game."

"Are you so famous?"

Listening to John Blake's words, Yusey Bot opened his eyes first, then rubbed his chin, and then laughed.

From 2005 to 2008, in the past few years, he and Wallace Spearmon were both 200 meters players. The competitions they participated in together seemed to have been playing and playing all kinds of fun. At that time, Ye Qin would occasionally join in, and the three of them got together.

Sitting on the folding chair resting on the sidelines, Yusé Bott picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. He looked at the coach beside him with a smile and looked at him. He suddenly understood the coach's intention in his heart.

This is the coach decompressing him!

When he was just warming up, all he thought about was the last final, and he seemed to have been completely pretended to be in the game.

After figuring out these joints, Yussie Bott's face regained his smile. He first squeezed his eyes at Glen Mills, then started to play with John Blake, telling a joke he had seen on a TV station before, about a female star exposed. As soon as the joke of a little color was said, it made several people fall back and forth.

After a joke was finished, Yusé Bot breathed silently, as if something pressed on his heart seemed to have a feeling of melting ice and snow.

His attention was not focused on the game, but he was able to calm down and look at other people.

In the two hours after the semi-finals, although he was not nervous, the string in his mind kept jumping tightly.

Want to win the championship, want to defeat Ye Qin, and want everyone to see him!

He didn't know if he was nervous, but there must be something wrong, so the coach could see it!

"Thank you, coach!"

Yusey Bott thanked Glen Mills in a low voice, who just smiled and didn't continue to speak.

After relaxing, Yusé Bott's eyes swept across the entire indoor warm-up field. At this time, he noticed that the other players were warming up very seriously.

Especially Asafaville, her whole face was tightly tight, as if she was trapped in an extremely tense and solemn atmosphere. She either adjusted the starting device for starting exercises or continued to stretch muscles and joints around her.

Yusé Bott knew very well that warming up before the game was naturally necessary, but before the semi-finals, everyone had already warmed up and their bodies had actually been completely opened.

Now the second round of warm-up is just to keep the body warm. It is actually completely unnecessary to spend so much effort like Asafaville.

This is also the reason why Glenn Mills called him to stop him just now.

“Assafaville is nervous!”

This is the conclusion that Yusé Bott came to, but he did not come forward to talk to Asafaville. Now is the last moment before the upcoming finals, and every athlete has his own way of preparing for the game, so it is not convenient for him to come forward to disturb him.

And when his eyes swept over the resting position of the home athlete on the other side, he suddenly saw a familiar figure wearing a red sprint suit, looking at him, and even waved his hand as his eyes met.

"This guy!"

Yusey Bott's face appeared with a smile.

...

When Ye Qin saw Yusai Bot looking at him, he couldn't help but waved his hand and signaled.

He remembered his agreement with Yusé Bott, Wallace Spearmon and others, saying that this year's Yanjing Olympics will take them to taste local food in Yanjing and act as a tour guide to let them see famous attractions such as the Great Wall.

But this day has come, and from the beginning to now, almost everyone has rarely communicated openly.

A potential tacit understanding seems to linger with each other. At least before the Yanjing Olympic track and field competition ends, everyone may not be able to talk and communicate calmly like before participating in Grand Prix or other competitions.

The arena is the battlefield!

At this time, each other is a rival. A strong competitor will be invisibly reflected in this.

"Hey, Ye Qin, aren't you going to do some starting exercises?"

Beside Ye Qin, Chen Zhongzhou felt a little sweat on his forehead. He watched Ye Qin say hello to Yusai Bot, and then sat on the chair and seemed to be dazed. He couldn't help but remind him softly.

"No need!" Ye Qin shook his head, "Brother Zhuang gave me a very detailed massage and relaxation just now, and I feel that it is very good now."

"Then... well!" Chen Zhongzhou hesitated for a moment before he reluctantly nodded and said.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'm ready."

Feeling the wrong look in Chen Zhongzhou, Ye Qin raised a smile on the corner of his mouth and comforted him softly.

"Oh... look at me..." Chen Zhongzhou's expression froze slightly, then he couldn't help but lower his head, sighed a long time, and showed a self-deprecating smile, "I'm really nervous than you!"

"Thank you, Brother Chen!"

Ye Qin patted Chen Zhongzhou on the shoulder, and he naturally knew Chen Zhongzhou's mood at this time. Chen Zhongzhou's performance was even more nervous than him. He had also seen it in Ye Lidong, Nie Fangping and others who participated in the competition when he was a teenager.

But sometimes, they hide better and will not let themselves discover it, but in fact, in many cases, they are even more nervous than the athlete who plays on the court.

In major competitions like the Olympics and World Championships, athletes participate in the finals and compete for the highest honor is never a one-person business.

His team, his coaches and assistants, everyone will replace him and feel the pressure on athletes.

When facing a challenge from a strong opponent, everyone else will be nervous. This has nothing to do with whether the athletes are strong or not, it is just a natural concern.

Care is confusing, that's what I'm talking about.

Ye Qin has been very grateful to Chen Zhongzhou over the years. Whether Chen Zhongzhou was originally here to study or other purposes, the years of getting along with him have indeed helped Ye Qin too much in terms of training and life.

This is his companion who is both a teacher and a friend!

"Please prepare for athletes participating in the men's 100m final, the competition is about to begin!"

Just when Chen Zhongzhou was trying to say something else to Ye Qin, the radio sounded in the indoor recording area and a bilingual Chinese and English prompt sound suddenly sounded.

"Time is up, get ready to play!"

Chen Zhongzhou's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something else, but what he finally said was still a very simple sentence.

He has never had unreserved trust in Ye Qin. He has seen too many miracles in Ye Qin. At this time, he no longer needs to say anything more!

"Ye Qin restrained the smile on his face, nodded solemnly, and stood up.

First, he checked the number plates on his body up and down, then the sprint suits and nailed shoes on his feet. Everything was correct, and he turned his head toward Yuan Guohua, Zhuang Wei and others who were standing quietly beside him, and waved.

"come on!"

Someone shouted in the crowd.

...

Check the record, check the number plates, and queue up.

Ye Qin stood among the eight players participating in the finals, followed the staff wearing blue coats and white trousers, and walked through the corridor toward the outside of the Bird's Nest Stadium.

Along the way, we could see many volunteers and staff looking at them. Some of them looked excited and waved their hands excitedly when they saw Ye Qin.

Fortunately, everyone knew that the final was about to come, and no one came forward to say hello rashly, but just watched the moving team silently, with a strong sense of expectation in their eyes.

The corridor in the mixed area is not particularly long, the light inside is very bright and the light is also good, and you can hear the strong noise in the stadium outside the passage.

But when he passed through the long corridor and appeared in the Bird's Nest Stadium, Ye Qin still felt that he suddenly entered the boiling torrent from a calm lake.

The overwhelming noise drilled into my ears, countless lights lit up, and in the tall auditorium, the spotlights flashed quickly, and reflected the starry sky on the dome.

Although he had participated in the men's 100m semi-final two hours ago, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely warm.

But two hours later, returning to this arena, perhaps because of his different moods, Ye Qin felt as if everything was full of an unprecedented sense of ritual.

This is the Olympics!

This is the stage of the world!

The highest stadium for the men's 100m race!

I'm about to step onto the center of this stage!

Ye Qin felt an unprecedented heat suddenly spread throughout his body, and the blood seemed to boil at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his hands high and signal to the audience!

More than half of the more than 80,000 spectators in the entire stadium were domestic spectators. The moment Ye Qin raised his hands high, these people immediately threw the warmest applause and cheers!

"Ye Qin! Ye Qin!"

"Ye Qin, come on!"

"Ye Qin, champion!"

"Come on China!"

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To be continued...