Looking at the finish line and celebrating wildly, Sun Bingtian, who was as excited as if he had won the championship, was about to start the race, and his eyes were almost bursting into tears with excitement. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if he was not fortunate enough to be the first person in China to qualify for the 100-meter semifinals of the Olympic Games, Feng Quan's heart was still happy for Sun Bingtian from the bottom of his heart.

Only Feng Quan himself knows best that if it weren't for the help of the system, it would be impossible for him to stand on the stage of the London Olympics now, and he would not even have the opportunity to return to the game. Therefore, compared with himself, who has been fortunate enough to stand on the Olympic stage because he has received too many gifts from God, Sun Bingtian, who has been working very the 100-meter track, has written a strong stroke in Feng Quan's heart.

If possible, Feng Quan even hopes to help Sun Bingtian also "get" a "strongest athlete" system, even if that is likely to make him lose a lot of dazzling "aura" in China, he will not feel disappointed by this.

Because in Feng Quan's heart, only by defeating those opponents whose strength is enough to threaten him will he continue to maintain the belief of breaking through "higher, faster, stronger". Being able to "meet and smile and enmity" with Guan Heyou, the once most hated "enemy", on the field of the City Games is the best proof of this......

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Even though Feng Quan was the one with the best registration results in the seventh group, the on-site host of the London Olympic Stadium not only spoke very indifferently when introducing the athletes' relevant information, but also got stuck when reading Feng Quan's name: "Fourth track, Feng ...... Quan, China".

In stark contrast, even when introducing the worst player in the group, Mauritian athlete Luis Kohifik, the host of the event also introduced his age and personal best this year.

"Hehe, so ignoring my existence? All right! Then let you see the stakes of Lao Tzu......"

Although Feng Quan was quite unhappy with the British's ignorance of him, he really wanted to slap the live host in the face during this game.

However, after hearing the host announce the best results of the 7 opponents one by one, Feng Quan changed his previous mind again: "Forget it, it's just a preliminary round, and I can't expose my full strength in advance......"

Because the wind clearly heard, in the seventh group, except for Trinidad and Tobago athlete Keston Bradman, who ran 9.86 seconds this year, the best of the other six was only 10.12 seconds.

Therefore, after a simple analysis, Feng Quan felt that as long as he could run within 10 seconds and 10 seconds, he could ensure that the top three in the group would advance to the semi-finals.

"Humph! Damn the British, I'll let you look down on me for a while. Wait until tomorrow, you must remember Lao Tzu's name for the rest of your life......"

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Unlike the extremely nervous and serious expressions of the other seven competitors, Feng Quan, who did not feel the slightest pressure to qualify for the group, kept a confident smile on his face.

It wasn't until the referee on the scene issued the command "onyourmarks" that the smile on Feng Quan's face gradually subsided a little.

Then, when the referee gave the "set" command, the stands, which had been noisy a moment ago, also fell silent. At the same time, Feng Quan also used the skill [Viagra] that he had just "learned" before the game was about to start.

With the "Bang-! With a gunshot, the first round of the men's 100m at the London Olympics, the last group, and Feng Quan's first Olympic journey, finally began......

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Domestic, Nord Stream City.

On the wall clock in the living room of Fengquan's house, the time displayed at this moment is 20:18.

After dinner, Feng Weiguo and Xu Jingxin were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the TV broadcast of the London Olympics.

"Next is the men's 100m heats for the London Olympics, the final group competition. My country's athlete Feng Quan was assigned to the fourth track. The voice of the national television announcer came from the TV. Perhaps it was the broadcast for many days that made the narrator feel a little tired, although it was noon local time in London, but the narrator's voice revealed a trace of exhaustion.

"Hey! Lao Feng, do you think our son can come back with a gold medal in this competition? Xu Jingxin said to her husband beside her.

"Hehe, although Daquan has defeated Powell, the former world record holder, when he was in China before, he is a little outdated now. Moreover, even if Daqo can once again play at the level when he broke the Asian record, it is basically impossible to defeat the near-invincible Usain Bolt. After a pause, Feng Weiguo continued to add: "Actually, with Daquan's current strength, even if you want to win a bronze medal, I'm afraid you need good luck to help you." Not to mention the Usain Bolt, the new Blake from Jamaica, and the two veterans of the United States, Gatlin and Guy, all have the strength to run under 9.80 seconds. So, as long as our son can enter the finals, it's already good. ”

Feng Weiguo, who usually speaks little, can only make others feel his "sense of existence" when he talks about his favorite sports.

"Then according to what you say, isn't there no hope for our son to win a medal at all?" Although her husband and son are also her closest people, when her husband "flattened" her son, Xu Jingxin's face still showed a trace of displeasure.

"Really! You're a father, and you don't think much of your own son......"

Just when Xu Jingxin was about to "vent" because she was dissatisfied with her husband's remarks, "The game has begun!" came from the TV. Voice.

So, Feng Weiguo hurriedly took the opportunity to comfort: "Hehe, don't be angry, wife." Come on, let's cheer for our son together......"

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Feng Quan's reaction time of 0.137 seconds allowed him to establish his lead from the start of the race.

It wasn't until he was approaching 40 meters that British veteran Dwyane Chambers gradually narrowed the gap between himself and Feng Quan to about 2 meters with his strong acceleration ability.

"Hehe, it seems that Lao Tzu 'eats' a pill of [Viagra] before the game, which is still very correct. This old British guy still has some strength......"

Seeing that the veteran Chambers gradually narrowed the gap with him, Feng Quan not only did not feel the slightest nervousness, but became a little happy.

"Since you are so 'disobedient', then I will play with you well......"

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"Beautiful!" After seeing that Feng Quan had established an obvious advantage in the starting stage, Liu Jianjun, who was in the London Olympic Stadium, couldn't help blurting out what he wanted in his heart.

Because he knew the relationship between his "disciple" strength very well, even when Chambers gradually narrowed the gap between him and Feng Quan about halfway through the game, Liu Jianjun's heart did not appear a trace of waves. Because he believes that with Fengquan's current strength, there is almost no problem in winning the first place in the seventh group of this mediocre group.

However, when the wind was all over 50 meters and began to accelerate and sprint with all his might, Liu Jianjun's face still showed a trace of helplessness.

"You boy! Have you forgotten that you were exhausted before the finish line in the Diamond League? In Liu Jianjun's view, Feng Quan's explanation of "deliberately releasing water" after the end of the Diamond League is just an excuse for his physical exhaustion before the finish line due to his early sprint.

So, when Liu Jianjun saw that although Feng Quan ended his first game of the Olympic Games as the first in the group, he once again had a "lack of physical strength" before the finish line, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey! Daquan! When will you really mature......

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I hope that more book friends can join the book friend group of "The Strongest Athlete", and Xiao Xiaojun is looking forward to intimate exchanges with you in the group.