"Whirring ......"

At the starting line, Zhao Ting looked at some familiar or unfamiliar faces, took a deep breath, and spit out heavily.

It's been more than two years, and it's the first time I've stepped foot in a tournament of this level.

The National Games is the highest level of competition in the country, and it is a kind of luck to be able to set foot on the track here. It can also be said that it is a manifestation of strength.

Is there strength?

Zhao Ting two years ago definitely had this strength.

Now, two years later, he himself understands why he set foot on this track.

"After this competition, I'm going to retire..."

Zhao Ting's face was a little bitter, he was the absolute main force of the national team for two years, and his results at that time were even stronger than the current Yin Hanzhao. Just that one game......

Zhao Ting didn't want to think about it, and he wanted to forget that game.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to prove myself..."

Zhao Ting felt a slight numbness in his right foot, raised his head to look at the finish line, jumped up, moved his body, tried a sprint, and began to wait for the race instructions.

Even though he knew that he was just an eliminator in this game, Zhao Ting still meticulously completed every pre-game action, serious, focused, and professional.

Just like he did two years ago, standing on the track, he was hungry for victory.

"All in place..."

Suddenly, the referee's command came from the small speaker behind him.

Zhao Ting jumped again, moved his ankle, and tried to see if his ankle could withstand the strength of the next game... Zhao Ting looked at the finish line again, as if looking for the familiar figure.

"After this competition, I don't owe you anything, you retire, I retire..."

Zhao Ting sneered and squatted down.

After the injury, when he returned to the provincial team, the previous coach did not accept him, and a new coach accepted him, but it was not particularly professional.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhejiang Province had not been outstanding in sprinting for the past two years, he would not have had the opportunity to stand here.

"Ready..."

Zhao Ting stood up and raised his head slightly.

It was his habitual move two years ago, looking to the finish line and hungry for victory.

Years of training have allowed him to control his emotions very well, and Zhao Ting's world is silent at this moment. In the stadium, which didn't have many spectators, he just waited for the gunshot.

"Smack..."

Zhao Ting's leg muscles reacted instinctively, even faster than his brain.

"I haven't raced for a few years, and I don't have the same starting reaction as I did two years ago... At most, he ran in 0.16 seconds..."

Zhao Ting took the first step, feeling the calf muscles trembling, and the ankle was under strong force, slightly numb. The second step is still the same, but the force is getting bigger and bigger...

The faster you go, the more force your ankles are subjected to.

"Huh..."

Zhao Ting ran a few steps and felt a little surprised: "It's quite a relaxed feeling... I want to go back to the way I ran two years ago, and it seems that there is still a way to surpass..."

It's all too familiar...

Familiar to the bones, as soon as the gun rang out, the strength of the whole body exploded, and then he wanted to shoot the bullet, rushed onto the track, used his own skills, sprinted in the corner to open the distance with the opponent, and took the lead...

"What's the queue now?"

The relationship between the extension of the curve track, Zhao Ting couldn't be distracted at this time to judge the position he was running in.

It's just that now every step out, there is an inexplicable force that makes his speed faster and faster, and even the cornering technique is perfected under the interference of a force.

"That's how it feels..."

It's so comfortable, let go and run, don't have any worries... And the instinctive muscles of the whole body are in cooperation with each other, bursting out with unparalleled power, like an engine, transmitting power to the wheels, and the car sps out...

"Before..."

He had done his best in the previous training, and his best time was 21.45 seconds.

This kind of achievement only belongs to the level of the middle and lower reaches of the National Games, and it belongs to the preliminaries, cannon fodder, and foil...

Zhao Ting knew very well that he would definitely not be able to advance.

It's just that at this time...

"Is it the favor of heaven?"

Zhao Ting, who never believed in God, couldn't help but think: "Are you pitying me?" ”

These thoughts are only for a moment.

Zhao Ting ran faster and faster, and when he was halfway through the sprint in the corner, he went straight to the eighth track on the right-hand side, and ran two-thirds of the way in the corner, surpassing the ninth runner...

Because of the extension of the curve track, Zhao Ting, the seventh runner, has to open some distance from the eighth lane in terms of distance, in fact, they all run down the whole way, they are all running 200 meters... When it comes to entering the straight, it's like another starting line...

At this moment, Zhao Ting directly surpassed the eighth and ninth road players, vaguely, and it could be seen that he was in the leading position. The closer you are to the straight, the more you can show the strengths and weaknesses between the players.

"Not bad... It seems that the upgrade of this skill, as well as the arrangement of the system, allows the athlete to fully adapt to this strength..."

Zhang Ben was at the finish line, observing Zhao Ting all the time, and the other players were directly ignored by him.

"This speed is definitely faster than Li Tai and Yin Jintao before he opened the hanging!"

This is still the beginning of recovery training, and Zhao Ting has not fully adapted to the track.

"That way, I can use the ultimate version of the skill blessing with confidence..."

Zhang Ben was faintly excited: "With this skill, I can control it in the future...... In the future, in the international circuit, I see that the country is not happy, so I will open up to the athletes of the country I don't like in the competition where no Chinese people participate... Or simply hang on to the national athletes you don't like, let him run a good result, and then stop paying attention to him..."

Zhang Benyue thought about this kind of operation, which made him feel a sense of revenge: "Am I too bad?" The track needs to be fair......"

It's just that since he has the system, the track isn't fair.

............

"Huh?"

At the finish line, Zhang Ben is not the only coach.

Coach Jin, the coach of Zhejiang Province, has been watching Zhao Ting's game, from the acceleration of the start to the current straight road, looking at Zhao Ting, who has achieved an absolute advantage like a galloping horse on the track, Coach Jin was a little stunned: "Could it be that this little guy has hidden his strength before?" Why is he so fast? It's almost the same as before the injury..."

"Coach Kim..."

Beside Coach Jin, he is also a coach of the Zhejiang Provincial Sports Team: "Didn't you say that in our National Games, the chance of advancing to the semifinals in the 200m is very slim?" This Zhao Ting, you said that he has just recovered from his injury and has not yet trained after the injury, but his speed is not slow... At this speed, it is possible to hit the medal..."

Coach Jin opened his mouth and was speechless: "Impossible... Unless he really hides his strength..."

............

On the track, Zhao Ting became more and more excited, the feeling of galloping, the feeling of being far ahead, taking the lead, and riding the dust, is the moment that can best reflect the value of athletes!

"I feel like I'm flying!"

Zhao Ting looked at the finish line and almost burst into tears: "Who said that I am a waste, it is impossible to recover in this life?" ”

One-step...

Two steps...

Five Steps...

Bend over and punch the line...

Zhao Ting subconsciously looked at the timing card, and when he saw the results on the timing card, the whole person was stunned.

On the chronograph card, that string of numbers brought tears to his eyes: "20 seconds 61 ......"

Very close to his peak speed!

......

"I'm sorry, but after you get excited, I'm afraid all that's left is disappointment... I didn't mean to play tricks on you..."

Zhang Ben looked at Zhao Ting, who was almost crying: "If I can enter the national team this year, or next year before you retire, I will definitely find your ......"

In the next game, without Zhang Ben's skill blessing, Zhao Ting could only be beaten back to his original form...

Will it be unbearable then?

Zhang Ben was a little worried.