Yuan Cheng and Gao Song, who were still in the lounge, didn't know what kind of sentence Liu Xiang said in front of the camera, which inspired the entire Chinese youth, but Li Xianfeng, who was sitting on the massage table, was clear.

"It's just a pity that the person who said this was not me." Li Xianfeng smiled and shook his head, even if he was born four years early, he didn't have a chance to say first, who made the final of the 110-meter hurdles earlier than the 100-meter final?

"When Xianfeng is in the finals, you just let go and run! It's enough to run out of the demeanor of our Chinese people, and you don't have to pay attention to the results or anything. Yuan Cheng smiled and patted Li Xianfeng's shoulder.

After all, Liu Xiang was able to break the record to win the gold, and Li Xianfeng was able to break into the finals, which has greatly exceeded previous expectations, and even those who pick bones in the eggs cannot find the flaws of the two of them.

"It's just that I don't want to let go, I can't run, the skills have already been used. Wait, skills! Li Xianfeng suddenly thought that he seemed to have broken through the limitations of skills in the semi-finals, and did not use it until the end of the game, he quickly focused his attention on the icon used by the skill, and found that the icon that would be gray after using it once was still flashing, and when he looked closely, the icon clearly displayed: Acceleration (remnant) These words.

"What do you mean? Can I still use skills? Li Xianfeng was happy at first, and then immediately realized that even if he could use skills, he would definitely be incomplete, and the acceleration of the cripple was not so important to Li Xianfeng.

"But something is better than nothing, and it's great to be able to run 50 meters with less physical energy." Li Xianfeng raised his thigh, which was still a little sore, and felt that his skills were still useful, especially when Li Xianfeng's group was so fierce in the semifinals.

"Now that there are skills available, can I fight for them?" Li Xianfeng, who had already accepted his fate in the finals as long as he was not at the bottom, was victorious, and his mind was alive again, and the character he had cultivated since childhood made him try his best to succeed as long as he saw a little hope.

"Coach, I want to know who the referee of the final is and what is his habit of shooting?" If there is any other way to improve your performance now, in addition to doping, it is to run with a pressure gun, and the doping Li Xianfeng will never move, then choose to run with a pressure gun and fight for luck!

"The referee is American Sam Carroll, counting today he is the 127th international game to officiate, of which he has 56 shots between 1 second and 2.5 seconds, 57 times between 2.5 seconds and 3.5 seconds, a total of 14 times over 3.5 seconds, in short, a fairly average referee, if you want to run out of his hands, it depends on luck." Obviously, Yuan Cheng has been prepared for the Li Xianfeng issue for a long time.

"Coach, you know that." Li Xianfeng was a little surprised, because he wanted to run with a pressure gun on a temporary basis, and he didn't expect his coach to give him an answer so quickly.

"Of course! As your coach, how can you not even be clear about this matter, and I didn't tell you before, so that you don't develop the habit of being opportunistic. Yuan Cheng replied with a kind face.

Li Xianfeng's heart was a little moved, presumably in the previous game, Yuan CD had made such preparations early, but he didn't know it.

"Then coach, when do you think I should start running with a pressure gun?" Since the referee's habits are weird and he has no experience in pressing the gun to run, Li Xianfeng must obediently ask for the advice of his coach.

"It really doesn't matter, but the sooner you start, the better, because even if you fail to get started, you can interfere with the rhythm of others."

"Okay, I see!" Li Xianfeng nodded, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Green, how do you feel about your knee, are you feeling better?" In Green's luxurious lounge, his agent Jason looked at Green, who had just finished a physiotherapy massage and was still in pain, and asked with concern.

"Fortunately, although I can only play 80% of my strength now, it is enough to win the championship!" Green gritted his teeth and said strongly.

"Alright, alright, Green, I know you can do it, but I have another idea just to be on the safe side." Jason winked, and Green's royal masseuse quickly got up and left the lounge.

"Jason! What do you mean? You know what I hate the most is those banned drugs! As one of America's most talented athletes, Proud Green has always looked down on people who use banned drugs, which is why he hates Gatlin so much.

"If you had heard my use of the amino acid base, you might have been able to get better results and not get injured because of the heavy amount of training." Jason whispered.

"Enough is enough, Jason! Don't say that, I'm not going to dope anyway! Green said categorically.

"Green, I know your principles, and I'm not talking about banned drugs." Jason quickly denied it.

"Oh? So what are you going to say? As soon as Green heard that it was not a banned drug, he immediately became interested.

"Well, you know, the referee for this final is Sam Carroll from our America."

"I know him, he's a well-known unsympathetic old man in American track and field, what are you mentioning him for?" Green was puzzled.

"Hehe, you must not know, I just got the news that this Sam's son lost $500,000 in Las Vegas! A full 500,000! Jason said excitedly.

"You're saying we're going to bribe the referee? What is the difference between this and doping? Besides, even if his son loses money, this old man won't give in! Green scoffed at Jason's proposal.

"No, no, Green, we're not bribing the referee, I'm just going to make a joke with him, after all, your knee injury can't stand the start reaction in less than 3 seconds." Jason winked at Green in a pun.

"No, Jason, I don't agree with you doing this, and Sam won't agree either." Green's eyes flickered a little, although he disagreed, but the belief in his heart has been shaken, because his body knows best, even in the peak state, he is only fifty percent sure of defeating Gatling, let alone now injured himself, so in order to defend the Olympic title, Green's proud belief in his heart is gradually being broken.

"Hehe, don't worry, Green, Sam is such a son, he won't leave him alone, so you don't have to worry, I'm going to talk to him now." Jason, who was familiar with Green's character, of course, saw his vacillation, so he hurriedly left the lounge without waiting for Green's answer.

"I'm not doping, I'm not like those sports hustlers, am I?" Green felt a little better thinking about it.