Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Liu Wei didn't look at the electronic screen; instead, he staggered forward. His pupils were somewhat unfocused, and he could barely walk in a straight line, like a zombie in a horror movie.

"Oh dear, Liu Wei has pushed himself to the limit. Judging from his appearance, it's a sign that his body is exhausted!"

Yang Li was just shouting excitedly, but the broadcast suddenly switched from the cheering crowd to Liu Wei, and his tone immediately became anxious.

At that moment, two volunteers immediately ran to Liu Wei's side and asked about his physical condition.

Liu Wei experienced dizziness and tinnitus due to the intense exertion, but thankfully he didn't faint. After taking a few steps, the dizziness gradually subsided, and he slowly regained consciousness.

Shaking his head vigorously, the scene before him was finally no longer an illusion. Once his consciousness had mostly returned, the soreness in his thighs finally reached his mind, though his ears were still ringing.

6 Wei, supporting his legs, realized that he had unknowingly walked onto the grass beside the track.

Gasping for breath, Liu Wei's chest heaved, and his hearing slowly returned.

He straightened up and first saw other athletes coming over to greet him with concern.

As he shook hands with his teammates, Liu Wei suddenly remembered that he had finished the race but didn't know his results. He turned around and looked up, and the results of the top two finishers really startled him.

These two scores are outrageous! Am I seeing things?

Wei rubbed his eyes and looked at the electronic screen again. This time he saw it clearly: Bolt's achievement had broken his own world record that he had set not long ago.

His own performance was also incredible; at least before the race, Liu Wei never thought he could run like that.

The big screen repeatedly replayed the footage of the two men crossing the finish line, showing that the difference between them was negligible.

"6 Wei, well done! 6 Wei, awesome!"

As his body returned to normal, the down-to-earth cheers quickly caught Liu Wei's attention.

He looked towards the audience, where there was rhythmic shouting and loud drumming.

6. When many people shout, they lean forward quite a bit, which clearly shows that they are shouting with all their might.

He wanted to wave to the audience around the stadium, but then he suddenly remembered that in previous major competitions, the winning athletes would drape themselves in the national flag and circle the stadium once, just like when he won the shot put competition.

At the time, I just thought it was a formality and didn't take it too seriously.

Seeing so many people cheering for him, Liu Wei felt a warm current flow through his heart. Since he came into this world, he had always had people by his side, and he hadn't been alone these past two years.

He ran towards the area where the Chinese track and field team was located. Wang Qiao was holding a national flag and wanted to throw it to him, but she was afraid of dropping it on the ground.

Wei understood the significance of the national flag to a person in this world, so he jumped onto a railing and reached out to grab the flag.

"Good lad, you've proven the track and field team today!"

At this moment, Wang Qiao also had tears in his eyes and patted Liu Wei's shoulder. The others also gathered around, excitedly patting Liu Wei, as if touching him could bring good luck.

"Run a lap around the field. The audience is giving you superstar treatment today, so don't let them get away with it!"

Wang Qiao was almost moved to tears. Liu Wei's performance today had an even greater impact on him than winning a championship. He never imagined that after so many years, his country could produce a sprint star, and that he would be his coach. It all felt like a dream.

Liu Wei draped the national flag over his body and ran a lap around the field, causing the audience, who had been somewhat quiet, to cheer once again.

6. Wei could clearly see that many people had tears in their eyes. The scene of him experiencing physical discomfort after finishing the race was switched to the big screen, and the entire audience saw it.

"Dear viewers, congratulations to Liu Wei for winning the silver medal in the men's 100-meter race at the Olympics. He and Bolt both broke the world record set by Bolt two months ago. Although there is some regret, we are delighted to see that the Chinese team has once again broken the monopoly of black athletes in short-distance events. The quality of a silver medal in this event is probably far greater than that of a gold medal."

Liu Wei will compete in two more events after this one, and we sincerely wish him continued success in those two events!

Seeing their son return to normal and running happily on the field, 6's father and mother breathed a sigh of relief.

"Our son has had it so tough!"

The mother, relieved from her earlier worry upon seeing Liu Wei's symptoms, thought about how her child had hardly suffered since childhood, and how he must have endured a great deal of hardship to be fighting for his country with all his might. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Look at you, your child got good grades, why are you crying? We should be happy for your child’s growth. Your child is all grown up now, and we don’t need to be around to watch over them every day anymore.”

As the father spoke, he felt a pang of sadness at the thought that his child might never have to rely on him again.

The broadcast cameras continued to switch back and forth on the track and field stadium, and Bolt rushed into the stands of his country's spectators, who hugged him tightly.

Today, Wei is a hero of China, and Bolt is also the pride of his motherland. After finally breaking free from the aunt's strong arms, he ran happily with the past in his hand.

He then mimed shooting an arrow midway through, followed by a wide grin, like a child who had just received candy.

Thompson, who won the bronze medal, was the first of the three team members to celebrate. His goal was simple: to win a medal. He began his unrestrained celebration the moment the game ended.

He hasn't finished celebrating yet. As a top-class sprinter, being in the same era as two other top-class athletes, winning a medal is a joyful thing.

The United States was arguably the most disappointed country in this competition. Of the four countries that participated in the finals, only the United States failed to win any medals, while all the other countries received medals.

Raise the national flag and play the national anthem.

As Wei stood on the podium, watching the sun slowly rise and listening to Bolt cheerfully singing the national anthem, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

I've been on the podium more than once, and I've experienced it when my country's national anthem is played, but I've never felt such a strong sense of honor as I do now.

It would be wonderful to watch the national flag rise with someone and sing the national anthem together, so I want to win the championship again in the next competition.

We are each other's pride!

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