"Euse-Bote!"

"Euse-Bote!"

"Yusse Both, men's 200m champion, he broke the World Junior Championships men's 200m championship record......"

In the humid and gloomy weather, the radio of the live conference suddenly sounded.

Ye Qin stood in front of the finish line, he didn't understand the English on the radio very well, but he probably understood the meaning, looked left and right, and finally saw the black teenager standing on the track in the distance and waving to the spectators around the field and in the stands.

This time, since he participated in the semi-finals, he has learned the strength level of the other party, and he also knows himself, and he does not have the kind of guilt after suddenly seeing defeat, and he burst into tears.

He recognised the gap between himself and the top young talent, with 400m champion Abu Barik Ali of Sudan winning in 46.10 seconds, a world junior championship. 200m champion Usse Both, winning the championship in 20.40 seconds, the world junior championship record.

At this moment, Ye Qin knew very well in his heart that he could not win such a player.

His time to practice track and field is too short, starting acceleration, explosiveness, absolute speed, sprint ability in the second half of the race, etc., all need a longer period of training to strengthen.

But only after losing the game, that very, very unwilling still scratches people's hearts very uncomfortable.

In Xiushui County, Haixi Province, and even in China, he may not meet too many opponents among his peers. But this is the stage of the world, and there are definitely a lot of people of his age who are stronger than him and faster than him!

He also knows that in a few years, when he becomes an adult, if he steps into the professional arena and sets foot on the international athletics arena, he will meet countless top athletes from all walks of life.

He's talented, he's got good grades, but it's really nothing at this point!

To practice sports, you must have faith, persistence, and goals! Nie Fangping said this sentence to him, and it seemed to ring in his ears again.

On the runway, Jamaican black teenagers circled the track and returned to the finish line, surrounded by many reporters, videographers and photographers who came in from the outer media areas and stands, most of them were local Canadian media, but there were also some relatively influential large media outlets.

On the side of the timing board at the finish line of the track, the black teenager squatted down, with fine and dense sweat on his forehead, and the magnesium lights flashed and smiled.

That's the treatment of a champion! This moment belongs to each other!

Ye Qin looked at the black teenager who became the focus of the audience through the somewhat misty rain and fog, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he first competed with two sports students Li Jianchao and Liu Yizhen at school, and remembered the scene when he won the championship on the cinder track of the Xiushui No. 2 Middle School Games.

At that time, he was barefoot and couldn't squat to start, just a moment of resentment, just that his classmates thought he was good at sports and gave him a name.

When I stood at the starting line, they were laughing at me until the race gun rang out, until I crossed the finish line......

Ye Qin looked at the photo of the other party and the timing card in a daze, shrouded in magnesium lights, although the audience was not very large, and everyone was fighting away, but occasionally he would have one or two shouts of the name of "Bote" and "Bote".

He felt like he had never wanted to win, to be the one to take a picture with the timing cards!

There are still a few games left to end today, but his game is over.

"Next time, next time, I must win!"

Losing 400 meters and losing another 200 meters is a really uncomfortable feeling to lose to other people.

That feeling that no matter how desperate he is in the arena, he can't catch up with the other party, he doesn't want to have it anymore!

Ye Qin had already found the reason for what he was running for, the track, the racetrack, he provided himself with a new possibility, and had a different life choice. And himself, whether it is the push of the people around him or the influence of the environment, he examines his heart and finds that he actually wants to run, even if no one forces him, no one pushes him, he will still walk on the runway willingly after all.

Only on the field, only on the runway, he will be valuable.

To practice sports, you have to have faith, you have to persevere, you have to have a goal, and now, he has found a goal.

When the spotlight flashes, but it doesn't fall on you, when you're surrounded by people, in front of the chronograph board, it's not your own time.

Ye Qin felt that his muscles, his blood, were burning.

"I want every game to be my moment, to do what I can be the best I can be, to be the best, to be remembered, to be talked about......"

Ye Qin gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, looked at the black teenager who had become the focus of everyone, and had a goal in his heart.

"Hey! Number 100! ”

I don't know how long it took, the black boy who had finished taking a group photo seemed to notice Ye Qin's gaze at him, and strode towards Ye Qin.

He was very impressed with Ye Chin, and although the two did not communicate much about the language, the black boy remembered Ye Qin from the moment he pretended to be injured and the other party came over to help enthusiastically.

"Hopefully we'll see you next time!"

The black boy spoke very slowly, and there were a few words that Ye Qin didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the general meaning of the other party.

"Definitely." Ye Qin raised his head slightly and stretched out a fist, which was the way he often saw many foreign athletes communicating recently, "Next time, I will win you." ”

The broken English pronunciation, but the black boy seemed to understand it all, smiled and stretched out his fist and touched Ye Qin.

The staff on the field are already asking the athletes to leave the field, and the next race is the women's 800m final.

The black boy beckoned to Ye Qin, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at Ye Qin's calf, stretched out his finger and pointed, "Hey, number 100, you're injured!" ”

"Huh?" Ye Qin was slightly stunned, then looked down, and found that his calf didn't know when, and it was inexplicably cut open, and he didn't notice it and didn't feel it, and after being reminded, he felt some hot pain.

"How did I get hurt?"

Ye Qin glanced at the wound on his calf, and then left the runway, still a little inexplicable for a while.

He didn't have it before he started, it was in the process of running, but I didn't know what the reason was for a while.

At this time, everyone in the stands of the Chinese team also noticed that Ye Qin looked down at his calf from time to time and saw a bloody wound. Ye Lidong, Zhou Bin, and team doctor Jiang Shaofen suddenly rushed over.

"Ye Chin, are you injured?" Ye Lidong was the most nervous, looking at the opening on Ye Qin's calf, and suddenly frowned tightly.

"Let me see the wound first." The team doctor, Jiang Shaofen, carefully examined the wound on Ye Qin's leg, and then said, "It's a skin injury, it's cut, it's not a big deal, just put a band-aid on it when the poison is gone." It's just, how did it get hurt? ”

"I don't know." Ye Qin shook his head, if he hadn't been shaped by other people, he really didn't know when his calf was cut.

Zhou Bin, the leader of the coach next to him, held his chin and looked at it a few times, then looked at Ye Qin again, and said with a thoughtful expression: "It should have been cut by spikes." ”

"Spikes scratched?" Several people were shocked, and their faces were somewhat confused.

Zhou Bin nodded, and continued: "In the last few tens of meters, Ye Qin is desperately chasing after the players in front, and you can also see how fast the legs are walking. However, Ye Qin, you have to pay a little attention to the actions of running in the future, and it is better to be more standardized. ”

It is not uncommon for sprinters to have their calves cut by their spikes, but it is not uncommon, and it is still very easy to happen, mainly due to the fact that the speed is too fast when running, and a little friction inadvertently when your legs swing.

Spikes, whether long or short, are basically hard and sharp, and when an athlete is running at the highest speed, a little over-movement may cut the calf if he is not careful.

"That's good, that's good."

Ye Lidong understood Zhou Bin's explanation, and then nodded, and finally how fast Ye Qin chased 80 meters on the straight, several of them saw it, and they didn't pay attention to it a little, and it was actually normal to break it.

Seeing that there was nothing major, Ye Lidong's mood also relaxed, and he couldn't help but joke when he looked at Ye Qin: "Ye Qin, tears in the 400-meter final, a third place, bleeding in the 200-meter final, another third place." I hope that next time you will not shed blood or tears, and give us a championship back! ”

"I will!"

Ye Qin turned his head to look at the track and field track at the Sherbrooke University Stadium, and said silently in his heart.