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The Chinese delegation is located.

After the day's game ended, as the team's current on-site person, Yu Weili was arranging the delegation's personnel. The athletes had to arrange physical therapy for physical therapy and rest for rest. After that, they needed to communicate with several coaches about the situation of tomorrow's game. The most important thing was Kobayashi's affairs. He could feel that Kobayashi seemed to be struggling with some problems.

"Guide Yu, these two are the official reporters of the Asian Amateur Track and Field Federation. They want to interview our team's Zhao Lin and Yang Zuyao."

At this moment, a delegation led two people to Yu Weili. After talking about the situation, they added: "If possible, they also want to interview Coach Lin. They have contacted Director Luo. I called Mr. Feng to ask for instructions. The leader meant that we should cooperate as much as possible without affecting the athletes' normal rest!"

Yu Weili frowned slightly. If it were other reporters, and he knew that even a domestic CCTV reporter would not rush to the resident to disturb the athletes' rest during the game. Even if one or two appeared, he might be able to just evade them.

But the official reporter of the Asian Amateur Athletics Federation. The Asian Amateur Athletics Federation is the organizer of the Asian Track and Field Championships, and the Chinese Athletics Association is one of the member states. The official reporter of the organizer still needs to give some face.

"Okay, let's go to the rest area." Yu Weili pondered for a while, pointed to the rest area in the distance, then waved and called out to the relevant personnel, approached the backstage of Lin, and said softly: "Xiaolin, the official reporter of the Amateur Athletics Federation is going to interview you, let's deal with it a little!"

"Interview?!" Lin Mu looked at Zhao Lin and Yang Zuyao beside him and nodded without comment.

"Come on, do you need to prepare?" Yu Weili continued to whisper: "But usually such official reporters don't ask many sharp questions, and they are generally empty."

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Yang, what the reporter asked later, just deal with it. Xiao Lin, I'll leave it to you here! After turning back, come to me and let's talk!" Yu Weili gave the matter to Lin Mu with confidence, turned around and arranged other things. It was just a small scene. Xiao Lin should learn to deal with the outside world as a representative of the track and field team!

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Living area,

The interview has been going on for a few minutes. A young female reporter was interviewing Yang Zuyao while talking about empty topics. For example, the feelings when she lost the 100-meter semifinal, whether she is confident of achieving better results next time. For example, the feelings when she won the 200-meter World Championships, whether it represents the progress of track and field in Asia, etc. The topic is normal and in line with the official methods of the Athletics Federation. However, the state of this reporter is very interesting. From Lin Mu's perspective, he feels a little absent-minded no matter how he looks.

Lin Mu shook his head secretly, what's this called?

"Mr. Yang, thank you for accepting our interview?" The female reporter ended Yang Zuyao in public and smiled professionally.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, we..." Another round of interviews with almost no suspense and full of routines. In short, the athletes achieved results in the World Championships, both from China and from Asia. Compared with Yang Zuyao, Lin Mu felt that the reporters attached more importance to Zhao Lin. No matter how weak Asian track and field is, he will always have his influence in the Hundred Meters.

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Yang, go find Lao Bai first. He knows how to arrange it for you. Don't have a gym today. Have a rest and go!" After Zhao Lin and Yang Zuyao's interview, Lin Mu ordered them to disperse, Lin Mu was the last to face the reporter who had been formulaic.

"Coach Lin, or using Chinese habits, I should call you, Director Lin!" He spoke Chinese with a Minyue accent, but he also made a clear speech.

Lin Mu looked at the female reporter, but his face was not moved, but he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the female reporter's Chinese was OK and had never used Chinese before.

"My mother is from Fujian, my father is from Malaysia. My mother has taught me Chinese since she was a child, and I also like Chinese. I think I should use Chinese when interviewing you!" As if I felt Lin Mu's surprise, the female reporter explained and then said: "I will introduce myself officially. My Chinese name is Lin Wenyue, an official reporter of the Asian Amateur Athletics Federation."

With a smile, the female reporter stood up and naturally stretched out her hand.

Lin Mu reached out to put his hand on it while thinking. Everything seemed normal. The interview went smoothly. I talked about the thoughts of bringing out the world champion, whether China made a historical breakthrough in the World Championships, whether it promoted the development of Asian track and field, etc. Of course, I couldn’t avoid Lin Mu’s personal ideals, and the 400 meters he ran before. Regarding the ranking outlook, the mood of participating in the Asian competition as a coach and athlete, etc.

Compared to Zhao Lin and Yang Zuyao, Lin Mu's interview time was obviously a little longer. In the end, it even started to involve Lin Mu's personal life. Lin Mu finally stopped in a pretext.

The female reporter did not bother her, and the interview ended in a very friendly and harmonious atmosphere!

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September 20, 2003, Rizal Track and Field Stadium, Philippines.

Compared with yesterday's scene, today's stadium is crowded. In any case, this is the first highlight of any major competition.

A corner of the sideline stand,

In the crowd of the Chinese delegation, Lin Mu leaned against the guardrail and looked at the track in the stadium. But his vision was divergent, and he obviously did not invest much attention.

After the interview yesterday, he finally arranged the athletes and talked to Yu Weili about his ideas. In the end, he decided that he had to make some decisions. The talk was not long. According to Yu Weili, first of all, he had to be clear, and then he had to communicate with Feng Yong, and then he could talk about other things. After a series of things, Lin Mu didn't think much about the interview.

Not long ago, when CCTV reporters came to do pre-match interviews, he suddenly remembered yesterday's interview, especially the female reporter smiled inexplicably inexplicably. He always felt something was wrong. He recalled yesterday's interview content and carefully recalled whether he had said something sensitive and shouldn't have said.

"Xiao Lin, what are you thinking? Director Yu is calling you!" A chubby hand waved into his sight, and Liu Ren's voice interrupted Lin Mu's thoughts.

Lin Mu came to his senses and shook his head secretly. It should be a topic that is not sensitive. Forget it, I don’t think about it anymore!

"Guide Yu, sorry, I just wanted to get distracted!" Lin Mu said apologetically.

"Xiao Lin, are you still thinking? You said yesterday, let's talk about it when you return to the team after this competition." Yu Weili greeted him. He thought Lin Mu was still thinking about what he talked about yesterday. In fact, Lin Mu and Yu Weili didn't think much about it after talking to him. In short, no matter what he will finish this competition, after the race, he needs to further determine his true thoughts. As for what will happen in the end, as long as you decide, it doesn't matter whether the matter is correct or not! Just work hard to move forward according to your own ideas!

Yu Weili looked at Lin Mu and found that the feeling Lin Mu gave him was much more relaxed than the feeling that Lin Mu gave him yesterday. He then continued, "The finals are about to start, don't think about it! It's not a big deal, just you have more ideas. It's a good thing to think a lot, and sometimes it's a bad thing. Come and see, Xiao Yang only ran 200 meters shortly after, so there's no problem now, right?!"

"Xiaolin, I remember that you could make something out after you were dazed and thought about it. A lot of the Grand Prix in the first half of the year were done. Have you figured out something out again?" Liu Ren asked intriguedly.

"There is no problem. Now it's almost time for the game. It's useless even if there is something. It depends on their performance!" Lin Mu knew that Liu Ren was joking, so he just said casually: "They are in good condition, not injured or sick, with high morale, Xiao Zhao is fine. Although Xiao Yang ran 200 meters, the group's strength is just like that, and he kept running in the second half. In addition to keeping his technical movements unchanged, his strength and physical strength are actually not much. It's fine to run 100! Also, I seemed to see the fire on Xiao Chen. The morale is high! The situation in this final is pretty good!"

Meng Shaoqiang smiled when he heard the words, it was really good! The two of them didn’t say that before. They only looked at Chen Jianhai. As the person who knows Chen Jianhai the best, he could of course see that Chen Jianhai can be said to be in good condition now. If he can’t achieve an ideal result, then there is no way, let’s do his best and leave his destiny!

Yu Weili touched his head habitually and said with a smile: "It's really good, Xiao Chen is not bad either. Let's wait and see their finals. Time is coming!"

"The athletes are on the court~"

A staff member of the delegation suddenly shouted, and everyone couldn't help but look at the stadium at the same time. On the other side of the stadium passage, athletes entered the field. The 100-meter final of the Asian Championships is about to begin!

18:55 pm.

The conference venue radio was introducing the contestants in strange language. Zhao Lin looked at the audiences who were different from yesterday's emotions, and even many of them were a little excited. He couldn't tell whether they were infected by the emotions in the field or were more enthusiastic about each contestant. In short, there was finally some atmosphere that international competitions should have.

"The first one comes from..."

"The second route, from"

"The fourth lane, the World Track and Field Championships, the men's 100-meter champion, the 100-meter Asian record holder, the number one person in Asia in 10 seconds, the first in the preliminary and semi-finals group, Zhao...Lin from China!"

Zhao Lin tried hard to listen to the introduction of athletes on the live broadcast. Recently, he often followed Yang Zuyao to learn English, and occasionally went to Momo with Yin Hanzhao. Who said that he was a real top athlete? Of course, it was mainly simple, such as the usual introductions of conferences. It can be said that he can understand a little bit now.

But now, after listening for a long time, he finally confirmed that it was in English. He couldn't help but smile. This accent is really ethnic. After introducing his name twice, he understood it. As for those prefixes and suffixes, he didn't understand the passion, but just speaking was probably not bad. The Filipino audience was not enthusiastic, and it was thought that the live broadcasters facing the public would not have too obvious tendencies.

Turning to the direction of the camera, Zhao Lin politely raised his hand and greeted the audience and the camera.

"The fifth road, World Track and Field Championships, men's half-meter semi-finals, men's 200m champion, 200m Asian record holder, Yang... Zu... Yao from China!"

Yang Zuyao smiled and waved around him. He could understand the awkward English. This introduction did not have this scene before the 200m preliminaries. But it felt pretty good. After a few days in the Philippines, except for occasionally rushing into the station and rushing to his side, it was the first time he felt the smell of a star on the track.

From the first to the eighth, players from all over the country were introduced on the radio one after another, and the referee on the scene began to signal the players to take their seats.

The final tracks are arranged, and the usual ranking is based on the semi-final results. Zhao Lin ranked first in the semi-finals and ranked fourth. There are three on his left hand, the third-ranked Japanese player Asahara, and Yang Zuyao on his right hand, ranking second in the semi-final results, and Chen Jianhai is across the track with his left hand.

Zhao Lin glanced around, looked at Chen Jianhai, and looked at Yang Zuyao. It seemed as if he felt Zhao Lin's gaze. Chen Jianhai and Yang Zuyao also looked over, and their eyes met, and they understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

From registration for the inspection to the stadium, they had never communicated with each other, and even yesterday they had never exchanged ideas about the finals. But once they had eye contact, they all understood that this was a game that proved China and themselves.

“On   your     marks”

The still awkward international password, the sideline commander gave a signal.

Eight athletes walked from their bodies to their respective positions, and fell in front of the starting line and leaned over and knelt down. The atmosphere that seemed relaxed became tense instantly.

Those who can participate in the finals are all the top athletes in Asia, and they are the best in the event in their respective countries. Each of them has their own momentum. This is the temperament of an athlete that naturally develops after standing at a certain level.

After the last check, the referee made a gesture to the commander after he was sure of correctness.

The commander raised his gun and began to prepare to shout a command.

"Slow your breath and calm down..."

At the starting line, Chen Jianhai adjusted his position on the starting machine and lowered his head to adjust the breathing rhythm. Compared with the Asian Games, the size, size, and attention are completely incomparable. Not to mention the World Championships! But this time he participated in this competition, he was even more nervous than at that time.

He bent down and looked at his fingers pressing against the starting line. Chen Jianhai's breathing became more and more even and slender.

The second line, ranked fifth in the preliminaries, 10.28 seconds, and kept reminding him all the time that the gap is getting bigger and bigger. Especially when he saw the relaxed and relaxed appearance of Zhao Lin and Yang Zuyao, how could he calm down?

"Don't compare with others. Your stage is not here. In the future, you must stand in the country and in Asia..."

Bent over and knelt on the ground, Chen Jianhai remembered what Meng Shaoqiang said to him when he first joined the national team. At that time, he had just joined the national team and was cautious and always compared himself to others' results. Over the years, he has worked hard to train and compete hard. The situation is just as Meng Shaoqiang said. He stood in the country and in Asia. Although he has not won the Asian championship yet, he is confident...

For several consecutive years, he has stepped on countless seniors and peers and became the number one person in China's 100-meter sprint.

Starting last year, his coach, including him, felt that at the age of 23, he was about to reach his peak. However, things are always impermanent, just like he once walked to the front desk by stepping on countless people, a temporary athlete picked up by a temporary coach from the training ground walked to the front.

In the football world, there is a Murphy's law. The more people don't want him to happen, the final result is often inevitable. He has thought that by the end of his career, he will be turned over by a newcomer. He has thought that after the peak and the end of his career, he has not wanted to look at the figures of his juniors in declining light. But Zhao Lin's sudden appearance came too early, too fast, and caught off guard!

Now he feels that he can't catch up anymore, even the little brother, he can't catch up. Before the game, the coach talked to him a lot, and he understood what the coach meant, and he didn't have any psychological pressure. He was overwhelmed and crushed. He thought about it countless times, but it was not unacceptable.

But, I am still young. Although I am injured a lot, I can still run. If I can't compete for the first and second, I will still fight. I am no longer the best sprinter in China for 100 meters. I still want to prove that I am one of the...

Chen Jianhai swept across his right hand from the corner of his eyes and was wearing a vague figure in a white sprint suit.

The third way, the Japanese, Asahara Ryuji, an old opponent, is my opponent in the final?!

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, and the commander had already started to shout commands. Chen Jianhai immediately took his mind back. Just like him, the other seven people were also preparing for it intently, and the competition was about to begin!
Chapter completed!