Chapter 711 Liu Ping'an 17
"Shazhu, come on! Shazhu, go for it!" Amidst the deafening shouts, the familiar voice was particularly clear, echoing in the crowd. This voice was like a burst of passionate war drums, each of which struck He Yuzhu's heart hard, inspiring him to keep moving forward and constantly surpass himself.
When He Yuzhu heard these familiar and powerful voices, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. The warm current was like the warm sun in winter, warming his whole body, making his already powerful body full of endless fighting spirit again. This power made him clench his teeth tightly, swing his hands more vigorously, and the frequency of his legs became faster and faster, as if there was a powerful engine in his body that was continuously providing him with power.
The wind whistled past his ears, making a "whoosh" sound, and that sound seemed to be cheering for him. The wind ruffled his hair, making it a little messy, but he didn't care at all. All he had in his eyes was the finish line that was just around the corner. The finish line was like a holy place in his heart, his goal, and his dream. For this moment, he had put in countless sweat and effort. Now, victory was in sight, how could he not try his best?
In the final sprint, he used all his strength, every muscle was tense, every nerve was highly tense. His legs seemed to no longer belong to him, they just mechanically and quickly alternated, and every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds, light and powerful. His body rushed forward like an arrow from a bow with an unstoppable momentum. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if the whole world only had him and the finish line.
Finally, under the gaze of the audience, he crossed the finish line like a black lightning. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the entire stadium fell silent, and then there was a thunderous cheer and applause. He won the first place in the group, which was the best reward for his hard work and dedication, and also a glorious chapter he wrote on the field. He stood at the finish line, clenched his fists, looked up to the sky and roared, his voice full of joy, pride and infinite vision for the future.
He was as excited as a bird that had escaped from a cage and regained its freedom, and he was completely immersed in the ecstasy of victory. He raised his arms high, clenched his hands into fists, and those fists seemed to contain endless joy and strength, and then waved them vigorously, with each wave making a sound of breaking wind, as if he wanted to convey the joy of victory to every corner of the stadium. He cheered loudly at the top of his voice, and the sound was high and loud, echoing over the stadium like thunder, as if it was going to break through the layers of clouds and let the whole world hear his joy.
His face was filled with a smile that was extremely brilliant, like the most beautiful flowers blooming in spring, bright and moving. In that smile, there was the joy of victory, which was the sweet fruit harvested after countless sweat and hard work; there was also the affirmation of his own efforts, which was the best praise for his perseverance and never giving up along the way. His eyes narrowed into a slit, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were stretched out because of this brilliant smile. The corners of his mouth were raised high, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth. The whole person looked like a child who had won all the candy in the world, dancing with joy, jumping up and down, and spinning in circles, as if there was nothing in the world that made him happier than this moment.
He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, like a machine that needed to be cooled down after running at high speed, and he did not forget to wave to the audience around him. His arms were swinging rhythmically in the air, and his face was always wearing a sincere and grateful smile, as if he was expressing the most sincere gratitude to every audience member who cheered for him. The heavy breathing was like the accompaniment of his excitement at the moment, and each breath was filled with his emotion for the support of the audience.
The audience was also infected by his enthusiasm and responded with warm applause and cheers. The applause was like waves of surging sea, one after another, coming from all directions of the stadium; the cheers were like an exciting symphony, high-pitched and loud, interweaving together to cheer for his victory. The entire stadium was immersed in a sea of joy, and everyone cheered for his wonderful performance.
At this time, his eyes quickly scanned the crowd and soon saw Chunyan standing in the crowd. Chunyan's eyes were shining with excitement, and the light was as bright and dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, just like the sunset in the sky, beautiful and moving. She held a bottle of water tightly in her hands, and the bottle was slightly deformed by her grip. She was waving at him vigorously, and her arms drew beautiful arcs in the air.
He Yuzhu's heart suddenly surged with sweetness, and that sweet feeling was like a warm current that quickly flowed through his body. A gentle smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and his eyes were full of tenderness and love. He walked quickly to Chunyan, taking every step so eagerly, as if he didn't want to wait a moment longer. He stretched out his hand and steadily took the water handed over by Chunyan. His fingers accidentally touched Chunyan's soft and delicate hand, and his heart couldn't help but throb.
He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and drank in big gulps. The cool water flowed slowly down his throat, like a timely rain, moistening his dry throat and making him feel extremely refreshed. He drank "gulp gulp", and soon, the whole bottle of water was finished. He put down the bottle, wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth casually with the back of his hand, and then looked at Chunyan. Their eyes met, as if time had stopped at this moment. In their eyes, they could feel each other's joy and happiness, which was a tacit understanding without words, a resonance deep in their hearts.
"Chunyan, how did I run?" He grinned, his face was full of pride, his eyes were shining with anticipation, as if waiting for Chunyan to give him the warmest praise. Chunyan blushed, like a shy peach blossom, she lowered her head slightly, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile: "You ran very well, I was stunned. You were like a flash of lightning on the field, rushing to the front in an instant, I didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing your wonderful moment."
He Yuzhu felt as sweet as honey after hearing this. The sweet taste spread in his heart. He patted his chest, the sound was clear and loud, as if he was announcing his strength to the world, and said: "This is just the beginning. I will definitely win the long jump and shot put championship later. Just wait and see. I, He Yuzhu, never brag. As long as I participate in an event, the championship will definitely be mine." His tone was full of confidence and domineering, as if the championship was firmly in his hands.
On the other side, the long jump competition venue was also very lively. The competition venue was full of colorful flags, the crowd was bustling, and the cheers and shouts of the audience were one after another, like a sea of joy. After a short rest, He Yuzhu came here with a confident step. He stood in front of the starting line, his feet firmly on the ground, his body slightly squatted, his hands naturally drooped, and he took a deep breath. That breath seemed to have absorbed the enthusiasm and vitality of the entire competition venue, making his eyes more focused and determined.
He began to run, his pace from slow to fast, each step was steady and powerful, as if he was stepping on the beat of a drum, full of rhythm. His body swayed slightly with the rhythm of his steps, and his arms also swung back and forth rhythmically, like an eagle about to spread its wings and fly high, accumulating strength. His eyes were always fixed on the sand pit in front of him, which was his goal and the place he was about to conquer.
At the moment of taking off, he exerted force suddenly, pushing his feet hard on the ground, the force seemed to make a pit on the ground. His body jumped high, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a gorgeous rainbow across the field. His body stretched out in the air, his arms stretched upwards, his legs slightly bent, as if time was frozen for him at this moment. Finally, he landed steadily in the sand pit, splashing a fine dust.
The audience around him exclaimed in amazement. The referee walked over to measure the distance and then announced loudly: "He Yuzhu, 7.2 meters!" This result shocked everyone present. You know, this is a very outstanding result. He Yuzhu jumped out of the sand pit, patted the sand on his body, and showed a confident smile on his face. He waved to the audience, as if announcing his victory to the world.
At this time, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were standing in the tug-of-war competition team with bitter faces. They looked at the strong opponents on the opposite side and felt scared. Yi Zhonghai's calves were trembling constantly. He secretly glanced at Liu Haizhong and found that his face was also as pale as paper.
With the referee's whistle, the tug-of-war competition officially began. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong gritted their teeth and pulled the rope back desperately, but their strength was insignificant in front of their opponents. The rope moved towards each other little by little, and they felt that their bodies were about to be pulled apart. The audience around them couldn't help laughing when they saw their embarrassed appearance.
At the lively and bustling tug-of-war competition, the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to be fully drawn, and every contestant was holding back his energy, trying to win for his team. However, the teams of Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were in a stalemate and gradually losing ground.
Yi Zhonghai's hands were covered with veins as he tightly grasped the rough tug-of-war rope. His knuckles turned white from excessive force, as if he was going to crush the rope. His feet pressed firmly against the ground, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground made a "crunching" sound. His body leaned back almost parallel to the ground, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead like raindrops, slid down his wrinkled cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and were instantly absorbed by the dust. The same was true for Liu Haizhong. His face was flushed red like a ripe tomato, and the veins on his neck were bulging like winding little snakes. His teeth were clenched, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp, which seemed to be the sound of an old bellows, difficult and rapid.
But even though they fought so hard, the team still couldn't turn the tide. At this moment, a sharp and harsh voice of ridicule suddenly came from the crowd: "Old Yi, Old Liu, you haven't eaten yet, try harder!" The voice was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. The person who spoke stood aside, with his hands folded in front of his chest, with an expression of watching a good show on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a somewhat sarcastic smile.
After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong felt mixed emotions, ashamed and annoyed. They felt ashamed that they had tried their best but were still teased, and annoyed that this ruthless ridicule made their already exhausted bodies and minds even more uncomfortable. But they really couldn't do anything, as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained away bit by bit by this long tug-of-war, leaving only a shell with nothing but a shell.
In the end, with a crisp whistle, their team still lost the game. Yi Zhonghai felt his legs go soft, as if he had lost all support, and sat down heavily on the ground. He supported himself with his hands weakly behind his back, gasping for breath. The heavy breathing sounded like a bellows, and every breath was filled with endless fatigue. His face was full of frustration and helplessness, and he looked ahead with empty eyes, as if he had lost all hope. His face, which was already full of wrinkles, now looked even more haggard because of frustration, as if he had aged several years in an instant.
Liu Haizhong also collapsed to the ground, his body trembling constantly, not sure if it was because of overexertion or because of inner annoyance. He covered his face with his hands and kept mumbling: "Why did I lose, why did I lose..." His voice was full of tears, unwillingness and self-blame. His hair was scattered in front of his forehead, sweat soaked his clothes, and he looked miserable.
Meanwhile, at the tug-of-war venue on the other side, Xu Damao's tug-of-war competition was not going well. Before the competition started, Xu Damao stood in the team, thinking about his own plans. He thought he could fish in troubled waters and win with the team without much effort, and then he could be proud of himself in front of everyone. He casually placed his hands on the rope, and his feet only lightly stepped on the ground, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't take this game seriously at all.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the game started, he felt like he was being dragged by a huge, irresistible force. The force was like a ferocious beast, pulling him tightly and making it impossible for him to break free. He pushed his feet hard against the ground, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground violently, making a "sizzling" sound, as if he was grinding sparks out of the ground. He held the rope tightly with both hands, his fingers turned white from the force, and his fingertips were so painful from being squeezed by the rope, but his body still slid forward involuntarily.
"Xu Damao, try harder!" his teammates shouted in dissatisfaction. The voices were full of anger and accusations, as if Xu Damao was the culprit that caused the team to get into trouble. Xu Damao felt very wronged. He felt that he had used all his strength, his hands were about to break the rope, and his feet were nailed to the ground like nails, but it was still useless. His face was flushed, veins on his forehead bulged, and he kept panting, and the sound was like an old bellows working hard.
Just when he was about to give up, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string. His body came into close contact with the ground, making a dull "bang" sound, which made him grimace in pain. The rope slipped from his hands, like a slippery loach, and instantly escaped from his control. As a result, their team lost their balance and was pulled over by the other team, losing the game.
Xu Damao lay on the ground, staring at the sky with dull eyes, his face full of regret and loss. He tried to struggle to stand up, but found that his legs were soft and he had no strength at all. His teammates gathered around him, casting reproachful glances at him. Some couldn't help but complain, "It's all your fault. You didn't try hard enough, and we lost the game." Xu Damao lowered his head, not daring to look into his teammates' eyes. He was filled with self-blame and guilt, as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.
Xu Damao got up from the ground dejectedly, patted the dust off his body, and muttered: "This tug-of-war is too difficult. I wouldn't have signed up if I had known." He secretly glanced around and found that several workers were pointing at him with mocking smiles on their faces. His face suddenly turned red to his ears, and he lowered his head and hurriedly left the tug-of-war venue.
At the shot put competition venue, He Yuzhu once again became the focus. He walked to the throwing area, picked up the shot put, and felt the weight of the shot put in his hand. He adjusted his posture, stood firmly on the ground with both feet, leaned back slightly, and then exerted force to throw the shot put out. The shot put drew a long arc in the air and finally landed heavily on the ground in the distance.
The referee walked over to measure the distance, and then announced excitedly: "He Yuzhu, 15.8 meters! A new factory record!" The scene immediately erupted in warm applause and cheers, and the workers gathered around to congratulate He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu stood in the center of the field with a proud smile on his face. He felt as if he was standing at the top of the world.
With the end of various competitions, the award ceremony of the Games officially began. With his outstanding performance in running, long jump and shot put, He Yuzhu won the championship in three events at one stroke and became the most dazzling star of this Games. He stood on the podium, with three golden medals hanging on his chest, flowers in his hands, and a happy smile on his face.
The factory director personally presented him with a trophy and certificate of honor, and said to him with a smile: "He Yuzhu, you have won honor for our factory this time. You must continue to maintain this fighting spirit in the future." He Yuzhu excitedly accepted the trophy and certificate, and said loudly: "Thank you, factory director. I will definitely continue to work hard!"
The workers in the audience burst into warm applause again. They looked at He Yuzhu with admiration and envy in their eyes. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked at He Yuzhu with envy and regret in their hearts. They regretted that they should not have been sneaky and tried to escape the competition. As a result, they not only did not get any benefits, but also made a fool of themselves in front of everyone.