"Congratulations, Xianfeng Li, you are the youngest World Champion to win! He is also the only yellow champion from Asia in the history of the men's 100m, and I hope you can keep up the good work. "The president of the IAAF, Sacheco, behaved like a kind old man, with encouragement and hope, and if he did not know that he was a complete American imperialist and the biggest umbrella for doping users, Lee Hsien Feng might have been bluffed by his friendliness.

"Okay, thanks." Li Xianfeng ignored Sacheco's half-raised hands, not only did he not bow his head and wait for him to put the gold medal around his neck, but snatched it and put it on himself, which made Sacheco on the stage very embarrassed, but in order to maintain his demeanor, he could only spread his hands and smiled helplessly, and finally took the initiative to give Li Xianfeng a hug.

"It's rude." Gatlin, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but cry out for his own chairman.

"Hehe, if you knew how many doping users he protected, you wouldn't give him a good look, would you?" Li Xianfeng showed the gold medal on his chest in the cheers of the audience, and said to Gatlin, and finally gave him a meaningful look.

"You, you're slandering." Gatling seemed to be a little weak-hearted, neither daring to look at Li Xianfeng's eyes, nor daring to reply loudly, but only weakly replied.

Powell, who was playing soy sauce next to him, heard the conversation between Li Xianfeng and Gatling, and seemed to be thoughtful, after all, the use of doping in sprinting in the United States has long been an open secret, but I don't know what Li Xianfeng brought up at this time, does he suspect that Gatlin also used doping?

"Alright, let's stand up together!" Before the national anthem sounded, Li Xianfeng invited Gatlin and Powell to stand on the top podium together, of course, not to share the honor with them, but to let them listen to a national anthem well.

"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves, and forge our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall." When the familiar Chinese national anthem sounded, Li Xianfeng, who was standing in the middle of the three, felt a sense of pride, especially in this kind of situation where tens of thousands of Dongying people were watching or singing together, and the two black people around him were a little uncomfortable, this sense of pride was particularly strong.

"I really didn't expect that in my life, I would actually hear Dongying devils singing the national anthem of our country." The sound of the national anthem stopped, and the Chinese audience in front of the TV were sincerely admiring, the loud but uneven national anthem that came from the TV just now was by no means something that could be made by the Chinese with less than 1,000 people present, and it was conservatively estimated that 1 to 20,000 people would participate in this chorus, and this was the first time they had seen such a grand occasion, and the name Li Xianfeng was also deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Your side, please." When Lee Hsien Fung wore the gold medal handed by the IAAF president and was crowned the new king, his status changed dramatically, and the arrogant officials of the Athletics Federation had to use honorifics to show respect for him.

"Okay." Li Xianfeng nodded slightly, and then walked to the scene of the press conference with his head held high under his guidance, and Gatlin and Powell behind him followed behind like two black bodyguards, one left and one right.

As soon as Li Xianfeng arrived, the flashing lights of hundreds of media flashed wildly, not only because he was the champion of the new World Championships, but more importantly, he was a yellow person, a yellow person who surprised everyone.

"The press conference starts now, Xianfeng Li, you pick a media member to ask questions." Although the reporters at the scene were scrambling to get the opportunity to ask questions, the official in charge of the press conference still gave Li Xianfeng the first opportunity to select media to ask questions.

"The journalist." Li Xianfeng naturally had to take care of his family, and he was the first to choose a reporter from CCTV.

"Hello Xianfeng, I'm a reporter from CCTV5, my question is that before this competition, did you think that you would win the championship, and the results would be so good?" The reporter in front of Li Xianfeng tried his best to restrain his excitement and asked a decent question.

"Honestly, this championship is completely within my plans!" Li Xianfeng's words were amazing, and suddenly the boring media came to their senses, "But I still have a little surprise, that is, I didn't expect to suddenly increase the barrier of human race from 9.85 seconds to 9.79, a full 0.06 seconds, I don't know what kind of data scientists are going to come up with now." ”

In addition to making the Asian reporters present laugh, most of the European and American reporters were serious, as if they had eaten, you must know that although Li Xianfeng seemed to be mocking the so-called scientists, it must be more of a teasing of the initiators of his own group of fanning the flames, which made the media who had the intention of easing with the new king of 100 meters change their minds.

"The second question, I would like to ask this reporter." The official looked at the atmosphere and nodded to the New York Times reporter with understanding.

The reporter of the New York Times, a blonde beauty with big breasts and big buttocks, stood up and stared at Li Xianfeng with interest for a while before speaking, "Xianfeng Li, first of all, congratulations on winning the World Championships at such an age. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, I guess you're going to say but?" Li Xianfeng squinted, he had already guessed the routine of this group of media.

"You're wise, but it's not me who is in doubt, it's your old friend Mr. Smith, what do you think about Mr. Smith who just made a big deal about your doping on a live TV show?" The beautiful reporter also waited for Li Xianfeng's response with a pair of smiling eyes, and the reporters below were also eager to try, waiting for Li Xianfeng's answer.

"It's a pity that I used to think that the media in the United States were all high-IQ elites, but I didn't expect that your knowledge was even inferior to that of a farmer uncle in my hometown who had never left home in his life." Li Xianfeng shook his head as he spoke, as if he was really regretting the IQ of the hundreds of Americans in front of him.

"Are you insulting us?" The blonde beauty seems to be a little angry, and a pair of D-cup big breasts on her chest are rising and falling.

"If you think there's even a slight chance that Smith's statement is correct, then you can interpret it as if I'm insulting you, no! I have not insulted you, because you are not worthy of my insult! As soon as Li Xianfeng's words fell, it caused an uproar, and all the reporters looked indignant and eager to fight with Li Xianfeng.

The beautiful woman who asked the question calmed down and asked, "Of course this is not our opinion, we just want to know what you think about it, and whether you want to respond to Smith's slanderous behavior." ”

"Response? Of course! Li Xianfeng sneered, "I'll only give him one word, get out!" ”