Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Liu Feiren was chatting and laughing with his teammates on the field, and there was no trace of the heel discomfort he had experienced earlier that day.

He still had a cheerful expression on his face, constantly joking with his younger brothers. These guys already idolized Liu Feiren, and now that their idol was chatting with them, Lu Wei and the others all had happy smiles on their faces.

Liu Feiren is now a benchmark for Chinese track and field, and even Chinese sports. He can keep everyone in line as long as he is on the field.

He has already proven himself to be an absolutely crucial player in this project. Now all he has to do is go onto the field, finish the competition, and then greet the people of the whole country with a smile.

If he can win another gold medal at the Beijing Olympics, that would be a good thing. Even if he doesn't win, it will be understandable.

With such a fast pace, such a challenging project, and such intense competition, even slight deviations are understandable.

However, Lu Wei felt that Liu Feiren's physical condition was not as simple as he claimed.

His right leg remained dangling in the air, while he supported himself with his left leg. This is clearly an unconscious self-protective action; male athletes rarely sit with their legs dangling. In fact, Shen Liang often supports his body with the toes of both feet when sitting, and even then, he never lifts one leg off the ground.

The reason is simple: he was wary of his right leg, afraid that it would hurt when he put weight on it, and afraid that he might accidentally aggravate the injury.

"Is it the heel or the calf?" Lu Wei looked at the arena and spoke in a low voice, as the arena was quite noisy at the moment.

Lu Wei sat next to Liu Feiren, his voice audible only to Liu Feiren. Zhang Yuanteng and Shen Liang had gradually gotten used to the atmosphere with Liu Feiren, their attention now drawn to the ongoing match.

"It should be nothing serious, but my Achilles tendon feels very tight today, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, and it will break if I pull any tighter. I've never underestimated anything like this in all my years as an athlete."

We're all athletes, there's no point in hiding things from each other. Besides, Lu Wei is definitely not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business, and Liu Fei knows very well that he's not like that at all.

People who like to meddle in other people's business usually don't reach the top level in their professional skills. People have limited energy, and if some of it is taken away, the chances of success will be smaller.

Liu Feiren spoke with a smile on his face, and he covered his mouth with his hand when he mentioned key information. As a celebrity, his every move is under the watchful eyes of the media, and there are currently three cameras pointed at him from his direct viewpoint.

Now, except for a few projects where the direction of these cameras can be changed, the cameramen always point their lenses directly at Liu Feiren.

If someone notices when the word "Achilles tendon" is uttered, and a lip-reading expert is found to translate the conversation, it will become big news.

Liu Feiren is now trying to avoid the media around him from finding negative news about him, so he covers his mouth with his hand, after all, it's better to avoid trouble.

"Be careful, if you get injured in this position, your career is over!"

This is what Lu Weixin learned: in his previous life, an orc would fiercely protect their core body parts. If an orc warrior suffered an Achilles tendon injury, they would essentially lose their ability to fight.

Injury to this area has a significant impact on explosive power and jumping ability. When Lu Wei came into this world, he was surprised by the fragility of the human Achilles tendon.

If Liu Feiren were to see his Achilles tendon, he would probably exclaim in surprise.

"Hmm, thank you! But I'm afraid I can't give up on today's match so easily. To be frank, there are a lot of people waiting to see me make a fool of myself every day. If I withdraw from the match, they'll want to spread the news to every corner of the world, and if possible, they might even launch it to the moon, hahaha!"

Lu Wei smiled and nodded. Given the other person's reason, he couldn't pretend to advise them not to take it to heart. To an orc, reputation and dignity essentially represented their life.

If it were me, I would probably choose to continue participating in the competition as well.

He discovered that beneath Liu Fei's optimistic exterior lay a strong heart. At this point, many smart people would choose to withdraw from the competition, find a few plausible reasons, and then use some connections to influence the media, thus settling the matter.

But deep down, Liu Feiren isn't that kind of person. He likes to respond forcefully, to constantly prove himself with achievements, and to defend his ease with victories.

He may have bribed the media, but deep down, he's not that kind of person.

"Besides, I have more than a dozen advertising endorsements on my hands. In the remaining months, I'm afraid several more brands will sign contracts with me. It's not fair to let their money go to waste at such a crucial time."

At this point, Liu Feiren seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still spoke up: "Life is too short, especially for us athletes. Not everyone has the opportunity to get a contract worth tens or hundreds of millions. If you do, you should hold on to it. If we win a championship this year, everything will be easier in the future!"

At this point, Lu Wei felt he could no longer continue Liu Feiren's line of thought, and even listening to it would make the situation awkward.

The scene had fallen silent; neither of them spoke. Having said all he could, Liu Fei had essentially said everything he wanted to say—what more did he want from the other person?

Whether you express your inner fears or simply say you want money, it's best to maintain a certain distance between people.

The fact that Liu Feiren could say these words to himself shows that he also had a strong desire to confide in others at this time, and more importantly, that the other party trusted him.

Lu Wei nodded, "Let's make a statement. Men care about their image, and wanting to make money isn't shameful."

"In short, you need to pay attention to your training volume. High-intensity training can enhance your abilities and improve your performance, but sometimes it can also ruin you!"

After saying this, Lu Wei smiled and patted Liu Feiren on the shoulder. His condition was now quite obvious.

Excessive training has put his body in a state of exhaustion, and what he needs most at this time is a good rest.

Liu Feiren said it was okay, Coach Sun said it was okay, but Time said it wasn't okay.

No matter how strong a person is, they cannot defeat time, nor can they overcome the length of time, let alone extend its length.

You can either get some rest and be in better health for the Olympics, but your competitive condition will be less certain, and the outcome of the competition will be left to chance.

The other option is to grit your teeth and fight it out. This is a gamble, a gamble that you're lucky and won't run into any trouble during this period.

For most Chinese athletes, the Olympics held on home soil are a sacred battle. It's better to achieve victory in one battle than to leave with lifelong regrets; at least it proves that they tried their best.

When Lu Wei heard that the "Little Giant" in the United States, after learning that he had fractured his foot, said to the team doctor, "No matter what you do, you must make sure I make it to the Beijing Olympics!"

This statement imbued the news of the "Little Giant's" injury with a tragic tone, reflecting the immense sacrifices made by Chinese athletes for the Olympics held on home soil.

At this moment, the physiotherapist specially assigned to Liu Feiren by the track and field management center ran up the stairs. He was panting heavily, perhaps he had taken a nap while sitting in the lounge.

He was a little nervous and a little guilty, and walked straight toward Liu Feiren without saying hello to anyone else.

He even forgot to greet Yu Wei, a detail that everyone noticed.

"Master Zhang is so dedicated! He gave Liu Fei a whole morning of physiotherapy. We told him there was nothing wrong, but he insisted on doing it thoroughly because this is a crucial moment, and he wanted to make sure all the areas that needed to be relaxed were completely relaxed. Such a staff member is truly rare. When he gets back to his boss, he should be promoted and given a raise—it wouldn't be too much of a deal, haha!"

Coach Sun pulled the physiotherapist aside and started joking with Yu Wei. At this moment, Master Zhang also realized what was happening and greeted Yu Wei.

Yu Wei smiled and chatted with Master Zhang for a few minutes, then asked him to continue giving Liu Feiren physical therapy.

Liu Fei threw his jacket on the seats, lying down on four seats by himself, and began receiving physical therapy in a very casual manner right there on the field.

The more open you are about your situation, the less likely you are to arouse suspicion. The area around this place is filled with athletes and coaches, as well as media personnel involved in sports; everyone is used to seeing this scene.

Actually, the massage beds in the lounge are definitely more comfortable than here!

There's no way around it; although the outdoor temperature in Chongqing is very comfortable this time of year, it's quite cool indoors. That's just how Chongqing is this season—it's much hotter outdoors than indoors, and the difference is even greater when the sun is out.

Maintaining warmth doesn't mean sacrificing style; it's just that Liu Feiren's Achilles tendon is in really bad shape today. If he doesn't continue physical therapy to keep this area warm, it will be easy for people to notice his physical problems during the game.

The Achilles tendon is very fragile right now, and it's probably more likely to get injured if it gets cold.

Of course, if Liu Feiren could keep running to keep this area warm, the effect might be even better.

However, it's best to avoid doing anything dangerous at this time, as the weight of his body during this period alone could put a strain on his Achilles tendon.

Therefore, lying in the stands to receive physical therapy is the safest option right now. The 110-meter hurdles race doesn't start for about 1.5 hours, so there's plenty of time.

If you encounter a dangerous injury or illness at this time, you should find a professional to do the professional work.

The sprinters on the other side were all sighing and envying Liu Feiren's treatment.

"If only I could have such a day, I'd have both face and substance, the media would follow me around, and if I went to the toilet, they'd probably be hiding next door to see if I had diarrhea or constipation!"

The speaker was Zhang Yuanteng. This guy doesn't talk much, but when he does, he always manages to fully express his thoughts and feelings.

"Damn! You're such a pervert. It's a good thing you can't be a star. If a freak like you were a star, I don't know what kind of perverted things you would do. I'll beat you to a pulp on the field later and make you give up on that dream."

Shen Liang looked sullen, like a bulldog that had been violated and was ready to charge at his opponent at any moment.

"You? Even if I gave you both your hands and feet, you still couldn't outrun me. You short legs, your two legs aren't even as long as my one leg!"

Zhang Yuanteng wasn't one to suffer a loss, so he was just expressing his feelings, not expecting to be attacked like this by Shen Liang. Friendships are so fragile; they can capsize in an instant.

"You're talking nonsense! You think you can beat me? If you're not happy, let's have a go right now!"

As Shen Liang grew older, his temper became increasingly volatile. When arguing with someone, he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Lu Wei's appearance had initially caused Shen Liang to shift his focus, but he realized that the gap between himself and Lu Wei was too large, so he shifted his focus back to Zhang Yuanteng.

The two's mutual attacks have always been a highlight of the sprint team; they've had a love-hate relationship for many years. Zhang Yuanteng has a slightly better chance of winning in races, but Shen Liang always maintains a strong fighting spirit, even after losing 10 times in a row, he still tries his best to defeat his opponent.

People with this kind of spirit are hard to find. In real life, such an attitude might be called a psychological warfare tactic. But in the world of sports, this is the spirit of dogfighting. In a 100-meter race, which takes 10 seconds, no one knows what will happen in the next second.

"You two are such troublemakers! You think the championship is going to be decided right under your noses? The three of us haven't even said a word and you've already decided the outcome!"

Out of respect for the extras, Lu Wei also included Hu Huo and Wen Ningyi when he spoke.

The three of us!

"Without me, you guys can compete for the championship. I just hope to break my own best record!"

The speaker was Wen Ningyi. Lu Wei's words seemed to have given him a lot of courage. After getting used to the national team environment, he gradually became more willing to express himself.

"I think I'll give up. The future belongs to you young people. You are the morning sun. It belongs to you, and it belongs to me, but ultimately it belongs to you! I'm not going to try to ride this wave anymore. I'll be satisfied as long as I can outrun this kid!"

At this point, Hu Huo also expressed his attitude, whether it was true or false. Although Zhang Yuanteng and Shen Liang did not speak again, they did not back down either. Their attitude towards the competition was that they would rather die fighting than become "slaves of a conquered nation."

"I don't care, I'll just run first. I won't accept any explanation until the race is over. If I lose, I'll accept it; otherwise, no one will make me bow down."

Shen Liang was still being stubborn at this point. He was saying this to Lu Wei, even though Lu Wei had broken the national record twice today. He was still putting up a defiant act.

After those words were spoken, no one spoke again, and a terrible silence fell over the room.

We didn't realize it when we were just playing around, but now that we're talking about the competition, everyone is paying attention – the 100-meter final is just around the corner.