Chapter 710 Liu Ping'an 16
On the day of the sports meeting, God seemed to be particularly kind to this sports event for the workers of the steel mill, and blessed the workers with a cloudless and sunny weather. The golden sun hung high in the clear blue sky like a gem, pouring down its brilliant light without reservation. The light was like countless slender and bright golden threads, slowly falling from the vast sky, and accurately sprinkled on the lively stadium built temporarily in the steel mill.
Around the stadium, rows of colorful flags danced happily in the gentle breeze. The red ones were like fire, becoming more and more bright and dazzling under the sunlight, as if they were burning flames, releasing endless enthusiasm; the yellow ones were like gold, shining with dazzling luster, just like gold powder sprinkled from the sky, adding a bit of luxury and solemnity to the stadium; the blue ones were like the sea, and the deep color made people feel as if they were in the vast ocean, and their minds became open. These colorful flags rose and fell rhythmically with the breeze, like a group of dancers in colorful clothes, cheering for the upcoming game with their smart dance postures, and like a group of enthusiastic cheerleaders, cheering for every contestant.
In the broadcast of the stadium, the passionate sports march rolled in like a surging tide. The passionate melody seemed to be composed of countless powerful drum beats, hitting people's hearts again and again. Every note was like a burning fire, instantly igniting the atmosphere on the scene. The workers' already high emotions, under the catalysis of this passionate melody, were like a fire thrown into dry wood, and instantly burned fiercely, setting off the entire stadium with extraordinary enthusiasm.
At this time, the steel mill was already crowded and bustling. The workers were dressed in uniform work clothes, and the uniform color and style showed their unity and pride as a member of the steel mill. Their faces were filled with excitement and expectation, and their smiles were like flowers blooming in spring, bright and warm. Some workers gathered in groups of three or five around the various competition venues. They either bent down slightly, lowered their voices, and whispered with their partners beside them, sharing their views and expectations of the game; some raised their arms high, stretched their throats, and shouted loudly to cheer for the players who were about to play. The laughter and joy were like cheerful notes, echoing wantonly throughout the factory area, making this industrial area, which was originally full of the roar of machines, full of vitality and vigor at this moment.
In a dormitory of the steel mill, He Yuzhu got up from the warm bed in high spirits early in the morning. Like an agile cheetah, he quickly put on his clothes and washed up. Then, he carefully took out a brand new sportswear from the closet. The color of this sportswear is as bright as the gorgeous sunset in the sky, with warm red, bright yellow, and deep blue. Several colors are intertwined to form a vibrant picture. Its material is comfortable and soft. When you touch it gently, it feels as soft as touching clouds. When He Yuzhu put on this sportswear, it fits his sturdy body perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders, strong chest and slender legs, making him look particularly heroic, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield.
He walked to the mirror with a confident step, staring at himself in the mirror intently. He stretched out his hands and carefully arranged his hair. Every strand of hair was like a work of art that he had carefully carved, making sure they were all arranged neatly and orderly. Then, he gently moved his hands and feet, first slowly turning his neck to feel the flexible rotation of the cervical vertebrae; then, he moved his shoulders, wrists, knees and ankles in turn, and each movement was done carefully and in place. He felt that every joint in his body was full of strength, as if there was a lion about to wake up in his body, ready to release endless energy on the field at any time. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and confidence, and his eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and sharp, as if this sports meeting was just a piece of cake for him, and victory had already been firmly grasped in his hands.
After everything was ready, He Yuzhu rushed to the stadium. Along the way, he was like a shining star, attracting the attention of people around him. He greeted the workers he knew warmly, and his hearty laughter echoed in the air like a clear silver bell. His laughter seemed to have an invisible infectious power, which made the workers around him who were originally a little nervous also feel happy, and the originally slightly dull atmosphere instantly became relaxed and lively. He walked briskly among the crowd, as if carrying an invisible force, passing on joy and vitality to everyone.
He took firm and steady steps, each of which seemed to carry a great deal of strength and contained endless determination. His steps were neither fast nor slow, but they had an unstoppable momentum, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would not hesitate or retreat. He fixed his eyes straight ahead, without any hesitation or hesitation, and walked straight towards the starting point of the running race with big strides.
When he finally arrived at the starting area full of tension and expectation, the scene before him came into view. The other contestants had already been waiting for battle like well-trained soldiers, each accurately occupying their own positions, as if there was an invisible battle line between them, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Look, several contestants on that side are concentrating on doing warm-up exercises. One of the young contestants with a sturdy figure first slowly moved his neck and slowly turned his head to the left, right, forward and backward. He did each movement very seriously, as if he was carefully awakening every cell in his body. Then, he began to move his shoulders, his hands drooped naturally, and then slowly raised his shoulders upwards, and then slowly lowered them. He repeated this many times, and his shoulders rose and fell rhythmically with the movements, like two flexible balls rolling. Then, he squatted down again, holding his ankles with both hands, and stretched his leg muscles vigorously. The expression on his face was focused and devoted, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Another contestant focused on moving his wrists and ankles. He quickly turned his wrists with both hands, making a slight "clicking" sound, as if he was adjusting a precision instrument; his feet kept on tiptoeing and lowering, moving his ankle joints, making full preparations for the upcoming fierce competition.
On the other side, several contestants seemed a little nervous. There was a hint of panic in their eyes, and their hands were unconsciously clenched tightly, with their knuckles turning white due to the force. One of the contestants kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm his inner anxiety in this way. He first took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged high, like a balloon filled with air, and then slowly exhaled, with a hint of haste and panic. His legs were also trembling slightly, as if he was under great pressure. Every once in a while, he would subconsciously adjust his posture, trying to calm himself down, but the nervousness was always with him and could not be dissipated.
However, He Yuzhu was completely different from them. He seemed very calm and composed, as if he was not standing on the field for a tense and fierce competition, but for a relaxing and pleasant stroll. He walked to his own track with a carefree and confident pace. His pace was relaxed and casual, but with an innate confidence. He seemed to be in a world that belonged only to him. All the noise and tension around him had nothing to do with him. He only had eyes for the finish line ahead.
His feet were firmly on the starting blocks, which were like his charging warhorse, giving him endless support and strength. His feet were like roots, tightly attached to the starting blocks, and each toe was gripping the ground tightly, as if accumulating energy for an explosion. His hands were on the ground, and his ten fingers were slightly bent, like a pair of powerful pliers, firmly grasping the ground and supporting his powerful body. His body was slightly leaning forward, and his back showed a graceful arc, like a lion about to hunt, with all the muscles in his body tense, and each muscle contained endless power, ready to go.
His eyes were like torches, like the brightest stars in the night sky, staring at the finish line ahead. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence, as if the finish line was his prey, a goal he was determined to win. There was no distraction in his eyes, only the desire and pursuit of victory. As long as he exerted his strength, he could capture it like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Suddenly, a clear and loud whistle pierced the air, the whistle was like lightning piercing the sky, and it was like a starting gun, instantly igniting the passion of the competition. The whistle seemed to be a signal, a battle horn, which instantly ignited the players who were waiting quietly.
The contestants rushed out in an instant like wild horses, their speed was as fast as lightning, dazzling the eyes. Their legs alternated rapidly, bringing a whirring sound, as if the wind was cheering them on. Their bodies leaned forward, their heads slightly lowered, and their hands moved rhythmically, like parts of a machine moving precisely. Each step was big and fast, as if the ground was shaking under their feet.
However, He Yuzhu's reaction speed was even more amazing. Almost at the same time as the whistle sounded, his legs were like being ejected by a spring, and he pushed the ground hard. The power seemed to burst out from deep in his body, and instantly made his body fly forward like an arrow from a string. His legs stomped on the ground quickly, and each stomp seemed to leave a deep mark on the earth, bringing up a cloud of dust. His body drew a beautiful arc in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and rushing towards the finish line. His speed was getting faster and faster, and the distance between him and the surrounding players was gradually widening, as if he had become the master of this game, destined to write his own glory on this field.
His steps were as light as a deer running through the forest, and each step was agile and graceful; he was also as agile as a horse galloping on the grassland, full of vigorous power and high morale. His legs moved alternately, with a brisk and rhythmic rhythm, as if it was a carefully choreographed dance move, and every detail showed his perfect control of speed and rhythm.
Every time his feet touched the ground, it seemed as if they contained endless energy. With a light touch, they bounced up quickly, as if his feet were not stepping on solid ground, but on the misty and soft clouds. Every time he landed, the ground seemed to only bear his strength for a short time, and then let him jump up lightly and continue to fly forward. His body rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of his steps, like a sailboat breaking through the waves, flexible and steady.
As the race progressed, his speed became faster and faster as if he was injected with powerful power. His speed was like a swift storm, sweeping across the entire stadium in an instant. He was like a black lightning, rushing across the track at lightning speed, and soon surpassed the other players beside him who were originally running side by side with him. He surpassed one after another, and every time he surpassed a person, it was like crossing an invisible obstacle and getting one step closer to victory. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the team, leaving the other players far behind, and became the most eye-catching focus on the field.
At this moment, his figure was particularly dazzling under the blazing sun. The sun shone on his body, coating him with a layer of golden brilliance, as if he was a god descending from the sky, with an indomitable aura. Every inch of his skin seemed to be emitting light, and that light illuminated the entire track and the eyes of the surrounding spectators. He was like the undisputed protagonist of this race, exuding a domineering aura, as if no one could match him on this field, and no one could stop him from moving towards victory.
The audience around him was deeply attracted by his bravery and fearlessness. Their eyes followed him closely like iron filings attracted by a magnet, unwilling to leave for a moment. They seemed to see a shining star shining brightly on the field, and that light intoxicated them and made them crazy.
The audience cheered for him at the top of their lungs. The shouts were like surging waves, coming from all directions of the stadium, one wave higher than the other, deafening. Some spectators were so excited that their faces turned red, and they kept waving the colorful flags in their hands. The colorful flags fluttered in the wind, as if they were cheering for the game; some spectators stood up, put their hands to their mouths, forming a trumpet shape, and shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices were a little hoarse, but they still refused to stop; others hugged and high-fived each other excitedly, as if they were running with He Yuzhu on the field. The shouts that came one after another were like a shot of adrenaline injected into the stadium, adding endless passion and vitality to the game, and immersing the entire stadium in a warm and crazy atmosphere.