I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 136 The hero’s back, that is the back of the champion!
It is natural that the country will not allow these outrageous remarks on the Internet to do whatever they want.

The person who posted the news that Wang Xiaoming took illegal drugs was named Ding Kai. At that time, he was staying in his rental house, watching the balance information continuously depositing money, while changing the account and continuing to post the same remarks.

"Hahaha, this is so cool, so cool. I can earn 10,000 yuan for one post, and one more comment is another yuan. In just a few minutes, I have earned more money than I could have earned in the past six months!"

As he spoke, he used his bloated, greasy hands to grab a chicken leg from the fried chicken bucket nearby and began to chew it fiercely.

In just thirty seconds, the chicken leg was eaten till there was not a single bit of meat left.

Then he took out a bottle of Coke and drank it in a few gulps.

After drinking it, there was another big burp, "Burp~~"

"Great! Keep making money!"

However, just when he was about to change his account and post these slanderous remarks about Wang Xiaoming, there was a knock on his door suddenly.

"Excuse me, is Ding Kai at home?"

On the 100-meter track, Wang Xiaoming, standing behind the finish line, had sweat dripping down his forehead and onto the track.

He raised his arms high, clenched his fists, and his face was filled with a fiery glow of victory.

Not far away, a figure was half-crouching on the ground, his eyes quietly falling on Wang Xiaoming through the gap between his knees.

This person was none other than Terberg, who made a very provocative gun-pointing gesture towards the Jamaican player. That was his highlight moment.

But now, Wang Xiaoming, who was even younger than himself, was like an unstoppable gust of wind. He left him far behind with a desperate gap and easily won the first place in the group.

Teberg's brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were full of confusion and curiosity.

In this highly competitive track and field circle, he thought he had heard of all the potential newcomers, but the name Wang Xiaoming was like a meteor that appeared out of thin air, leaving no trace in his knowledge.

The legendary figure Bolt emerged in his mind. Bolt also emerged out of nowhere and rewrote the 100-meter world record with a crushing force.

Wang Xiaoming, do you also want to replicate such a legend?
Terberg quickly shook his head, trying to dispel the crazy thought.

As a top professional athlete, he knows too well the importance of a world record. It is the pinnacle that countless sprinting champions dream of but find difficult to reach. How easy is it to break it?

At this moment, his eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if he was re-experiencing the state of mind of the Jamaican player who had been pointed at by him. The feeling of powerlessness and confusion overwhelmed him like a tide.

Recalling the last World Championships, I was standing on the runner-up podium, but now, I can't even make it into the top two in the group, and I even have to hope for a small Q quota to get a chance to advance.

"Perhaps, he really is a rare genius in a century." Terberg murmured to himself and shook his head again, as if he wanted to throw all these worries out of his mind.

Not far away, Simbini, Jacobs and Brother with the Turban had shock written all over their faces, their eyes wide open, looking Wang Xiaoming up and down as if they were looking at an alien creature, trying to find the secret of success from him.

"This is not right." Simbini couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Wang Xiaoming in front of him had skin that was so white that it was almost cold white. He was completely different from those athletes who trained in the sun all year round and had healthy bronze skin. He didn't look like someone who exercised regularly at all.

He is 188cm tall, with straight and long legs and perfect proportions. There is a gleam of confidence in his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses.

How could such a gentle and refined body contain such amazing explosive power? The man with the turban sighed helplessly. He had already performed at his normal level and ran a time of 9.93 seconds. This result was definitely not bad in any competition, but in this group of experts, he could only rank fifth.

There are only two spots for Xiao Q, so he is destined to miss the finals.

At this time, Jacobs walked up quickly, extended his hand to Wang Xiaoming, with a warm smile on his face.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming, Jacobs always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He himself once broke his personal best three times in the 100-meter race at the Olympics and won the gold medal, becoming a legend in the track and field world. Could it be that the young man in front of him also had the same dream, wanting to emulate himself, break his PB three times in the Olympics and win the gold medal?
However, Jacobs didn't know that Wang Xiaoming's ambitions went far beyond this.

Wang Xiaoming's goal is to break his PB three times in the Olympic Games. Not only does he want to win the gold medal, but he also wants to break Bolt's world record and create his own era.

In response to Jacobs's talk, Wang Xiaoming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled politely, but he thought in his heart: "I am just a passer-by in this game, there is no need to waste time on these courtesies." So he pretended not to understand, just hugged the athletes around him one by one, and then turned and left.

"Tomorrow is the final. The gold medal is almost certain to win. I hope everything goes well for Xu Zhuoyi." Wang Xiaoming thought as he walked steadily on the track.

When he walked into the corridor and prepared to return to the lounge, a group of reporters had already been waiting there and surrounded him.

Wang Xiaoming stopped helplessly, knowing that if he didn't answer the question today, he might not be able to leave.

"Hello! Wang Xiaoming, I would like to ask, is 9.79 seconds your true strength? How will you perform in the final?" A foreign reporter asked in not very fluent Chinese, his eyes full of anticipation.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xiaoming looked directly into the camera with a determined gaze and said loudly: "9.79 seconds is definitely not my limit. I am confident that I can break the world record. In the final, my goal is not just a gold medal, but a world record!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode away without any hesitation.

The audience who could understand Chinese instantly became excited, with screams and cheers coming one after another, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

The people around who didn't understand Chinese looked confused and asked others for help.

When they learned that Wang Xiaoming's goal was to break the world record, everyone widened their eyes in shock, as if they had heard a fairy tale.

"World record? Is he serious?"

"A yellow man is going to break the world record in the Olympic 100-meter final? This is crazy!"

Several foreign audience members covered their heads in disbelief, with shock and doubt written all over their faces.

Over the years, there have been only a handful of yellow people who have made it to the Olympic 100-meter finals. Now someone is threatening to break the world record, which sounds incredible.

But looking at Wang Xiaoming's amazing performance in the semi-finals, although everyone was full of doubts, they did not dare to question him rashly.

After all, no one can guarantee whether this legendary young man will really make history.

The media were frantically pressing their shutter buttons, and flashes lit up the entire corridor.

Wang Xiaoming's figure gradually walked away, but the bold words he left behind were like a blockbuster bomb, echoing among the crowd for a long time.

An invisible aura, like a surging wave, emanated from him. It was an aura of winning that no one else could do better than him, and it could not be ignored.

(End of this chapter)