"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous!" Zhang Jiakai was divided into the first group in the semifinals, and he was the first to play, hearing the tsunami-like cheering sound in his ears, his chest was tense and rising, and he could only keep hinting to himself, trying to calm himself down quickly.

"Zhang Jiakai is nervous." Li Xianfeng saw Zhang Jiakai's expression in the waiting area, and felt a little bad.

"It's okay, it's the first time you compete." I don't know when Liu Xiang suddenly appeared next to Li Xianfeng, and his voice startled Li Xianfeng.

"Brother Xiang, why are you here?" Li Xianfeng asked in surprise.

"I heard that Zhang Jiakai also entered the semifinals, so I came over to warm up in advance! By the way, take a look at his game. "The 100-meter semi-finals are over, and in 20 minutes it will be the final of the 110-meter hurdles, and there is a newcomer Zhang Jiakai in the semi-finals, so Liu Xiang came over early to cheer him on.

"Brother Xiang, how do you feel?" Due to the fact that history has changed too much, Li Xianfeng does not know whether Liu Xiang will regret to win silver 0.01 seconds behind Doucoure after the meeting, or will create a miracle and win gold in the eighth lane.

"80 percent." Liu Xiang replied with a smile, Liu Xiang has never been a low-key person, and he will not pretend to be modest in front of his friends.

"Then Brother Xiang, what are you the first?" Li Xianfeng then asked.

"The fifth! Don't talk about me, the game is about to start. Liu Xiang said and pointed to the TV screen, completely unaware of the trace of worry in Li Xianfeng's expression.

"The first group of the men's 100m semifinals is about to start, and my country's player Zhang Jiakai, who played well in the preliminaries, is ranked third, and is about to attack the first World Championships final in his life, I hope he can cheer!" Through the broadcast camera, Li Jian also saw Zhang Jiakai's nervousness, and sweated for him in his heart.

At this time, Zhang Jiakai, who was kneeling on the starting line, finally calmed down a little, and waited until the referee issued the command of "Get Set", Zhang Jiakai suddenly remembered the gun pressure tactics arranged before the game, but before he started, the referee "Bang!" With a bang, his starting pistol was fired.

Zhang Jiakai, who came back to his senses, got up quickly, but after already falling behind Gatling, Collins, and Francis, the start fell to fourth place, and the situation was not good.

"Yes, this guy must have forgotten." Li Xianfeng and Zhang Jiakai's coaches saw his start and patted their heads at the same time and said.

As for Zhang Jiakai on the runway at this time, of course he didn't know what Li Xianfeng and his coach complained, since the moment the gun rang out, Zhang Jiakai had no distractions in his heart, just rushed forward with his head bored, not to mention, this effect is really good, although he failed to catch up with the first three perverts, but he also maintained his fourth position.

"Zhang Jiakai, come on!" 70 meters are passing in a flash, Zhang Jiakai is still in fourth place, and he is only one step away from the third Francis, and he can directly enter the final if he works hard, and everyone who cares about Zhang Jiakai is cheering for him at this time.

"Damn, a little too hard." Zhang Jiakai felt that his legs were like being filled with lead at this time, and the lack of physical strength caused him to not be able to improve his speed by a single inch no matter how hard he tried, and the third Francis was taken aback by Zhang Jiakai's momentum, and quickly accelerated to distance him, maintaining the advantage of third, but also consuming a lot of physical energy that should not be consumed.

"The final sprint!" Zhang Jiakai gritted his teeth in the last 10 meters, and forcibly burst out the last bit of strength in his body, 10 seconds 12, once again refreshed his personal best, Zhang Jiakai, who was lying on the ground, looked at the big screen and felt a clear conscience, he had done his best, and the rest depended on luck.

"If you want to help Zhang Jiakai, you have to suppress the speed of our group." Li Xianfeng looked at Zhang Jiakai's results on the big screen and already had an idea in his heart. The quota for the final of the World Championships is to take the top three in the semi-finals, and the two best scores outside the top three enter the final final, as long as Li Xianfeng suppresses the speed of the fourth place outside 10.12 seconds, Zhang Jiakai will enter the final.

However, in the past, Li Xianfeng was trying to speed up and suppress his speed to influence others, and this was the first time for him.

"I don't know if it's going to work." Standing on the track and looking at the competitors in his group, in addition to Powell and Crawford, who are sure to reach the final, there are also Ghana's Otaye and Jamaica's Boehner have a chance to reach the final, and Lee's goal is to let one of the two run outside 10.12 seconds.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Powell rushed out first, followed by Crawford and Lee Hsien Fung in third.

"What's going on?" Such a starting ranking, Powell is a little strange, his own things are clear, when he goes all out, his reaction is not as good as Li Xianfeng, he only used 70% of his strength in the semifinals, and he should not be Li Xianfeng's opponent, but as a result, Li Xianfeng only ranked third.

"Could it be that Li Xianfeng's feet are weak?" Powell was happy at first, but immediately reacted, "Maybe it's to preserve strength for the finals, since he doesn't rush too fast, I don't need to waste my energy." Powell, who had thought it through, also slowed down, and soon overtook Crawford to the first place.

"Well, it's fast and slow, it should work." Li Xianfeng, who was beside Otaye and Bona, was fast and slow, sometimes surpassing the two at once, and sometimes slowing down and being overtaken by the two, which made Otaye and Bona feel extremely uncomfortable.

You must know that Li Xianfeng's height is close to 1.9 meters, and the running rhythm caused by cadence and step length is completely different from that of Otaye, who is only in his early 1.8 meters, Bona, which makes the two of them run very awkwardly, and their rhythm is slowly disrupted.

"Uncle, don't play with us, you hurry up and go over, isn't the first is your old man's goal?" At this time, Otaye and Bona really had bitterness in their hearts, and they wanted to break out and get rid of Li Xianfeng, but Li Xianfeng's strength was far above the two of them, which was not realistic at all, but if they slowed down and adjusted, they might just withdraw from the competition for the final tickets, which caused them to run down according to the disrupted rhythm while praying that Uncle Li Xianfeng would raise his noble hand and spare the two of them quickly.

"Almost!" After silently estimating the time in his heart, and then looking at Crawford's lead, Li Xianfeng felt that it was almost stable, so he let go of these two black buddies and accelerated through the finish line in a few steps.

“OK！” Looking at the final results of the second group of three and four on the big screen, 10.13 seconds and 10.15 seconds, Li Xianfeng smiled and gestured to the coaches celebrating on the rostrum.