The first day of the Olympics made Yang Feng feel very bored, and there was no singing and dancing performance at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games at this time, the only advantage was that he could take a telescope to look at the beauties everywhere, but he couldn't look too blatant, after all, even his fiancée and lover were around!

As for the competition, there is nothing to see, the first day of the competition is basically some preliminaries, and most of them are shot put, discus, etc., Yang Feng is boring to watch, these events are the Germans' specialty, and almost all the gold medals are theirs.

Although there are also several Chinese athletes who participated, the final results can only be regarded as average, but there are also some Chinese athletes who are more happy that they participated in various preliminaries, and more than half of them entered the finals.

This is a good result, in fact, he also understands the situation of the Chinese team, although he was tired back then, but even if he is not tired of most of it, he will not have any good results, after all, the physical fitness is there, the athletes at this time are not professional players, many people live in poverty, and they may not even be able to eat enough on weekdays, and it is indeed too embarrassing for you to let them win the championship in the Olympic Games.

There are several seeded players in it, basically they are worry-free, Yang Xiuqiong needless to say, Meiling's sister's goddaughter, a famous courtesan in Shanghai, Fu Baolu is mixed-race, his mother is Harbin White Russian, the family conditions are also good, most of the football team should be regarded as professional players, Liu Changchun is from the Department of Physical Education of Northeastern University, can run college to learn sports, I am afraid it will not be that kind of poor family, as for Cheng Jinguan, he is a classmate with Xiao Jiang, and it is estimated that he has a good family background.

So to put it bluntly, it's still a nutritional problem, no matter how talented you are, drinking gruel every day can only be wasted, and you lack exercise cells, eating beef and drinking milk every day. If you don't do anything, you can definitely train with your heart and soul than a genius who drinks gruel.

On the third day of the Olympics, two Chinese athletes appeared in the men's 100-meter final, and the mustache in the stands was gloomy, as if he had seen Eva seduce a handsome guy, and the reason why he went from public hatred to the Olympics and then took a 180-degree turn. The purpose is to show the superiority of the Aryans, and sprinting is undoubtedly the most important one, but what is the matter with a and two yellow people on the track now?

Not to mention him, in the whole stadium, all the Germans have strange expressions, in fact, they can still reluctantly accept the yellow race, but a standing there is more depressing.

Yang Feng sat not far from his mustache. He felt very happy to peek at his face with a telescope, he didn't expect that there would be a double insurance, Liu Changchun and Cheng Jinguan actually entered the finals, and one left and one right and Owens were particularly eye-catching on the runway.

"Go and inform your men and shout louder!" Yang Feng patted his heart and said.

In the stadium stands, there is a very eye-catching red, which is Xin'er in the form of newspaper advertisements to gather overseas Chinese and students from all over Europe. These people who came, she not only took care of food and accommodation, but also reimbursed round-trip tickets, and then according to Yang Feng's requirements. One person got a red sportswear printed with the JY logo, and then issued a national flag, which was specially responsible for cheering for the Chinese athletes, for which she also specially wrapped a whole stand.

was gnawing on the hearts of the tropical fruits that had been airlifted, and immediately took out a small red flag and waved it, and hundreds of people over there immediately began to shout the names of Liu Changchun and the others to cheer them on. It attracted a lot of sideways glances from all around.

With the sound of the starting gun, all the athletes on the track immediately jumped out like arrows off the string, Liu Changchun was almost the same as Owens at the start, and Yang Feng couldn't sit still, and the goods directly pulled out the tweeter. Shouting at the top of his throat, the VIP seats were full of big people, and even some kings, princes or something, how could anyone have thought that there were still people who were so undignified, and they were all shocked by the piercing shouts, and even the mustache turned his head and looked at Yang Feng and the others dumbfounded.

Fortunately, these are all high-quality talents, if they change to those modern audiences, it is estimated that it is possible to beat him in groups, and Yang Feng doesn't care about them! continued to hold the horn and roar, with him taking the lead and Jiang He, he also took out the small trumpet that Yang Feng prepared for them and blew it violently.

By the time these VIPs turned back with anger one by one, the race was over, and the 100-meter race was nothing more than a dozen seconds, Liu Changchun and Owens were a big cut ahead of the other competitors, and almost crossed the finish line at the same time.

"Rub, this little black charcoal is running so fast?" Yang Feng put down the horn with a depressed face, he didn't expect Owens to change so much, and he actually added so much high-tech to Liu Changchun, but then the referee announced the final results, Liu Changchun won the first place in ten seconds and two, breaking the world record, Owens won the second place in ten seconds and three seconds, breaking the world record, and the third place was Cheng Jinguan.

The entire stadium was almost stunned, especially those German spectators, the expressions on their faces were extremely rich, Nima, don't play like this, the top three, why don't you leave one for us, not to mention us Germans! You're going to leave one for us whites too.

"We Chinese, gold medal!" Yang Feng proudly waved at the depressed ghosts around him and said, As for the Chinese audience in the stands, it was already boiling at this time, the first gold medal in the history of the Chinese Olympic Games, and it was also the gold medal with the highest gold content.

The athletes on the field behaved very gracefully, and the German players even shook hands with Liu Changchun and Owens respectively, and then hugged Cheng Jinguan before leaving a little lonely.

Next, when the medals were awarded, the national flag was raised and the national anthem was played, Yang Feng had a sense of dislocation, but there was one thing that made him quite satisfied, the mustache did not refuse to shake hands with Liu Changchun, which was already very good, you must know that in the history of Lu Dao, he refused to shake hands with Owens.

Then let Owens be a little sarcastic.

The men's 100 meters won two gold and bronze medals in a row, so that athletes from all over the world can't help but be vigilant against the Chinese team, fortunately, the performance of the Chinese team in other events is not outstanding, although the results are also eye-catching, but there is no 100 meters so shocking, but the Chinese team still got a silver medal in the 110-meter hurdles, Lin Shaozhou scored 14.3 seconds.

In the next pole vault final, the Chinese team once again stunned the whole arena, Fu Baolu jumped 4.5 meters, a full 20 centimeters more than the second place.

"What is this little Japan going to do?" Yang Feng took the binoculars and watched a Japanese athlete walk up to the referee, then bowed and pointed to Fu Baolu's pole. The thing immediately had a sense of foreboding.

He guessed correctly, and the Japanese athlete Nishida questioned Fu Baolu's pole and asked to use his pole for competition, but the pole vault was owned by the athlete himself, and the referee had no right to let Fu Baolu use it for him.

"Don't give it to him, why give it to him? I just say that I hate Japanese people. You can give it to that Yankee, but not to the Japanese. Yang Feng held the telescope and talked to himself anxiously, but Fu Baolu stupidly handed the pole to Xitian.

Nishida was also polite, bowing to Fu Baolu before taking the pole as he and another American were battling for bronze.

"Rub, you fool!" Yang Feng slapped his thigh with a depressed face, and then heard Margaret scream in a high pitch. Frightened, the prince in front of him quickly turned around.

"Dear Miss Margaret, what's wrong with you!" The creature asked flatteringly.

"Ah, nothing, Your Highness the Prince, I just saw a mosquito land on my lap." Margaret looked at her thighs that had been slapped red without tears, and said with a forced smile.

The heart on the side smiled very proudly.

At this time, Xitian had already started to run on the field, and Yang Feng looked at him nervously, for fear that this guy would jump out of the way. However, Fu Baolu, who was standing next to him, had a normal complexion.

The next scene made Yang Feng almost clubbed the telescope into his eye socket. Nishida started to jump, and then his relatively small body slammed into the crossbar all of a sudden, like a toad that fell in the air, and slapped face down on the cushion on the other side, causing laughter in the stands.

Fu Baolu stepped forward to help Nishida with an apologetic face. The two didn't know what Lu Dao said, anyway, Nishida shook his head and returned the pole to Fu Baolu.

What Yang Feng didn't know was that the athletes who were used to using bamboo poles were replaced with fiberglass. There has to be an adaptation period, which Fu Baolu knows very well.

Now no one has any doubts about his results, and the Chinese team won another gold medal, and also broke the world record.

Boss Yang is in a happy mood, even if there is no gold medal in the future, such results are enough, Chinese athletes have a total of 19 events, two gold, one silver and one bronze, such a ratio is already very good, even these days German newspapers are promoting the rise of Chinese sports.

"Your opponent is Japan, you have to win this game, it's not just a matter of honor, if you lose to Japan, it will be a huge blow to the self-confidence of our people in the Japanese." Before the game, Boss Yang cheered up the basketball players who were about to play.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry! You can't lose to the Japanese if you lose to anyone! Head coach Dong Shouyi said that the vast majority of this basketball team is from Tianjin, and it can be said that it belongs to the descendants of Boss Yang, so naturally he can't be embarrassed.

Yang Feng nodded, watching them walk out of the lounge, this thing is also a little uneasy, basketball doping or something doesn't have much effect, high-end basketball shoes can only improve their bounce and reduce their fatigue, but it will definitely not be of much help to their skills, but since the opponent is Japanese, then there should not be any big problem, even if they play with height, they can be tortured to death.

The results of the next game did make Yang Feng relieved, after enough time to rest, and at the same time use scientific methods to improve the physical fitness of the basketball team, against the Japanese alone by height has an advantage, not to mention the help of sneakers.

The Chinese team pressed the Japanese team to play almost the whole game, and finally the first game of the Chinese basketball team defeated Japan with a score of 40-25.

However, the journey of the basketball team is still very long, and there is the French team next, and Peru and Brazil in the second round. Yang Feng didn't expect them to reach the final.

Basketball is a unique skill of the Americans, and this Olympics is the first time that basketball has been introduced, and in the end, the United States team won the championship by several times the score of the Canadian team, and even the score of one player of the American team is about the same as that of the Canadian team.

After that, it's time for football, and the first game against the British team is the one that Yang Feng pays the most attention to, and his expectation for the Chinese team is to win against the British team.

This goods arrived at the competition venue early with a group of beauties, and Xin'er even transferred her cheerleading team, and as the competition progressed, more and more overseas Chinese and international students from all over the country came. Especially after winning the gold medal in track and field, the number of people who came skyrocketed, and now the size of the cheerleading team has expanded to nearly 1,000 people.

More than 1,000 people, all dressed in the most eye-catching red, no matter which arena they sit on, the momentum will first overwhelm others. Then they were paired with flags and trumpets, which not only boosted China's morale, but also tortured athletes from other countries.

Especially the little horn that makes a sound like a cow's roar is simply outrageous.

Boss Yang was very satisfied lying in the arms of the little goblin, and Xin'er next to him fed him grapes, making it look like Stephen Chow's version of Dongfang Undefeated, this product was in the middle of the cheerleading team, and there were two flag bearers standing behind him. Each person has a national flag in his hand and waves it a few times from time to time.

On the left and right sides of the cowhide drums, two shirtless drummers, sweating like rain to beat the general's order, surrounded by countless small trumpets blowing in the high-pitched slogans, attracting the entire arena not to mention the audience, even those British athletes sometimes can't help but look sideways.

After the last time, the morale of the Chinese team on the field was like a rainbow, and the players on their own side were always unable to concentrate. The coach of the British team couldn't help it and ran to the German Olympic Committee officials to protest. They were asked to stop Chinese fans from interfering with the game.

"Well, that's hard to do, and you know that these young people love their country, and now their compatriots are fighting on the field and you're trying to keep their senses, and it's really difficult.

If it changes you. Can you remain calm at such an age, on such an occasion? Yang Feng said to the guy in front of him who was over half a hundred years old.

"Mr. Yang, I also understand their feelings, but it's okay to cheer. Can you make them not have to use the noise-making stuff? The old man said cautiously, to be honest, the British eat a little deflated, and he is still very happy as a German, but Yang Feng is really ruthless.

Now there is hardly any sound on the stadium except for the sound made by the cheerleaders.

Yang Feng looked at the British fans who were shouting all kinds of slogans hoarsely to cheer for the British team, their thin voices looked weak and weak in the sound of drums and trumpets.

"So be it! First of all, I think the use of these things is very useful to enhance the atmosphere of the stadium, and I think my British friends will agree with me, but it's not fair to use only us, you can help me ask them, if you give them half of our things, including the big drum, you can also give them a side, then we can cheer for our respective teams very fairly. "This thing said seriously.

The old German man was stunned, he didn't expect Yang Feng to be so generous, but since Boss Yang said so, he didn't want to say anything more, and went back to the British coach to ask, the British thought it was also very good, and then communicated with the fans, and immediately some British fans happily ran to the cheerleaders to borrow something.

And they are very friendly, it seems that they are also touched by the generosity of the Chinese, and the Chinese team has indeed played very well, more than 20 minutes have passed in the whole game, the two sides have attacked and defended each other, but neither has been able to break the other goal.

And the captain's artistic ball control also amazed many British fans, coupled with the friendly performance of Chinese fans, and even some Britons took the initiative to applaud Li Huitang when he had a wonderful performance.

Looking at the harmonious scene, Yang Feng smiled sinisterly.

At first, the British fans didn't notice that something was wrong, they were like Chinese fans, blowing small trumpets, beating drums, and shouting hard, but unfortunately the performance of the British players on the field seemed to be worse, until Li Huitang single-handedly broke through the goal, and the British coach woke up.

Nima! Isn't this a cheer for the Chinese team?

The Chinese players knew that the drums and horns were to cheer them on, and Yang Feng seemed to divide them in half, each giving their own authority, but the players on the field who had long been accustomed to the meaning of this sound, who could tell the difference, too insidious, too despicable, the British head coach couldn't help but raise his middle finger at Yang Feng while yelling to stop the British fans who were blowing the horns.

Boss Yang was surrounded by beautiful women, and he looked at him happily and smiled.

After Li Huitang scored a goal, the Chinese team immediately turned to the defense, and the British attacked desperately, but unfortunately they did not equalize the score until midfield.

"Come, come, one person will drink a bowl of ginseng tea first!" Boss Yang walked in with a thermos bucket, originally he also wanted to give Li Huitang and these people some maflavin, but then he thought that it was not easy for China to produce such a team, a hundred years, he would not be blind.

However, this goods also has a lot of money, this bucket of ginseng tea is used with several of his century-old ginseng plants, and after drinking the ginseng tea, spray some refrigerant, which is basically the same work, and then get a group of delicate female fans to come over and cheer, and a group of players are alive again.

The British coach on the opposite side has been staring at Yang Feng! Seeing him return to the stands with a smile on his face, I immediately felt a hairbreak in my heart.

After the start of the second half, the Chinese team continued to take the defensive route, occasionally looking at the opportunity to launch a counterattack, until more than ten minutes, neither side got any chance, but in the twentieth minute of the second half, the referee made an obviously unreasonable penalty, which made Yang Feng's mood immediately nervous.

"Mah, what the hell, I don't know how to fake falls in the forbidden area, and I don't have to be so blatant about cheating!" The creature yelled angrily.

Regardless of whether the opponent faked a fall or not, anyway, the referee awarded the British team a penalty, this rare opportunity, finally seized by the British team, a very tricky shot broke through the Chinese team's defense, and the score immediately became 1 to 1. (To be continued......)