Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Listening to the referee's hoarse roar, athletes from various countries looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces. 9.83 seconds, even in a headwind, a result of 9.83 seconds for the 100 meters, this can no longer be described as a natural talent, but an absolute demonic control.

If the wind is favorable, it is still unknown to what extent the 100-meter result can be improved. Li Weijun has an unfamiliar oriental face, black hair and black eyes. He does not have the terrifying muscles that are very visually appealing like European and American athletes.

There was no crazy hype from the Russians on the eve of the game, and there were no cheerleaders or foreign players. The seats were packed. Li Weijun could only rely on his extraordinary physical fitness to take the lead.

"Gurgle!"

Phoenix, the athlete known as the Russian flying man, looked at the calm Li Weijun in astonishment and daze, his heart was filled with turbulence.

Oh my God, is this still a human being? Is this the limit of the physical fitness of ordinary mortals?

Others would be thankful if they could run the 100-meter track and field race in ten seconds, and they would not be able to win even if they tried their best. But Li Weijun was doing quite well, winning the championship easily, looking as usual without any sign of fatigue or panting.

The subtle observation filled Phoenix's heart with frustration and decadence. Looking at his slightly trembling thighs, Phoenix closed his eyes tightly, and the helpless despair in his heart was quickly drowned like an abyss.

Talent, genius, evildoer, the legendary unrivaled and invincible!

Even the Russian sprinters were terrified, not to mention the real feelings of the athletes from other satellite countries. As members of Russia's republic, some of them were even vassal satellite countries. Before coming to participate in the competition, they had basically prepared themselves mentally for the expected situation.

They are there to serve as a foil for the Russian flying man Phoenix. Everyone is having a great time together, and they tacitly agree to give the championship to Phoenix. The remaining small countries will compete for the second and third places. It's a win-win situation, and everyone has a future with each other.

What was unexpected was that Li Weijun, a newcomer, suddenly showed up and broke the unspoken rules on the spot, and won the championship award of this track and field competition with his fists and hard power.

After realizing this, athletes from all countries couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Li Weijun. To put it bluntly, they were all alone in a foreign country, coming to Russia to participate in track and field competitions. They had no home advantage at all, not to mention that the country's strength was declining and they had to rely on others.

Li Weijun cut off the source of the trouble and turned the tables. If this angered the carnivores, they would be tripped up by the Cheka.

To put it bluntly, it is as common to eat and drink water without a single person in the Siberian snowfield.

The fact was just as these athletes with insight into people's hearts had expected. When they saw Li Weijun, a stranger from the East, won the championship of the track and field competition, several officials in Mediterranean style and wearing boat caps in the box stands looked around with unfriendly expressions.

They were whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about. The guards serving on the side hurriedly lowered their heads and listened quietly to the important man's joys and sorrows.

There is nothing that can be done about it. It is inevitable that there will be distinctions between high and low classes in any country. Although Russia is nominally a country of universal peace, how can it tell outsiders about the warmth and coldness of the country?

"Damn it, these good-for-nothings who only know how to eat and drink excessively, besides consuming the people's food, they only bring shame to the country. Walton and Phoenix are simply a great disgrace, and have brought shame to the brave and fearless Russian people!"

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose, a sinister face and a slightly angry expression threw the silver wine flask in his arms to the ground. It can be seen that this guy has a high status. The Cheka who was accompanying him hurriedly bent down, picked up the silver wine flask, rinsed it with the water bag he carried with him, and handed it back carefully.

Unfortunately, the hook-nosed man was obviously angry. He impatiently threw the steel hip flask to the bottom of the stairs further away and muttered, "Shelson, you are responsible for the live broadcast and game commentary. Can you cut off the live broadcast in time? We can't let the people who have placed high hopes on this game know the result!"

"Uh, dear general, the signal is transmitted too fast. I'm afraid the live broadcast has already spread out. I'm trying to cut off the signal, but the difficulty is..."

Seeing that the idea of ​​cutting off the signal was rejected, the middle-aged man became even more depressed. He waved his fists and rolled up his sleeves, shouting that he would beat Phoenix up no matter what and let this guy taste the invincibility of the iron fist.

Facing his old friend's frustration and rage, the Corn Emperor Heru seemed calm and composed. He was a true anti-corruptionist and did not see too many national boundaries. He believed that as long as everyone was of the same color and gathered together, they were a family.

So even if the champion of this track and field competition was Li Weijun, Khrushchev still didn't care. After all, it was a 100-meter track and field competition. As long as he could beat those Europeans on the other side of the ocean, the result would be good.

Although Phoenix's failure to win the championship did disappoint him, it was only a little bit.

Looking at the furious middle-aged man, Corn Emperor Helu thought for a moment and said slowly, "Let's do this. We have to conduct this track and field competition in accordance with international standards. One victory may be accidental. Notice that this 100-meter track and field competition will adopt a multi-game system, with elimination rounds, promotion rounds, overtime rounds, and finals. The final is a final where only one person can win the championship. Otherwise, it would be too frivolous to decide the winner in one game. The Oriental face won the victory, just to avoid being eliminated this time."

"Knockout rounds and finals? Comrade Helu, you have a solution!"

The middle-aged man with the eagle nose was a little indignant at first, but when he heard what Yumi Dadi said, he suddenly understood, as if the clouds had cleared and the sun came out.

What a joke! How could such brave and fearless Russians be willing to be depressed and be inferior to others for a long time? Otherwise, if the news gets out, they will be laughed at by those Europeans who are eyeing them covetously.

Could it be that with the multiple-game format of the knockout promotion tournament and finals, Phoenix still has a chance to compete for the championship and win this victory for the people.

So the middle-aged man with the hooked nose naturally praised it highly, but Shelson, who was in charge of the publicity organization, had a bitter look on his face and found it difficult to speak for a while.

This match was broadcast live across the country. Although not many families owned televisions due to the heavy industry, there were still some semiconductor radios. The results of the match had already been announced, so why are they talking about qualifying rounds and finals now? Isn't this a joke?