Orc Undead Sports Warrior

The race is over, and Liu Feiren finished third in his group with almost no explosive start. The top four teams in the group will advance directly to the next round, and regardless of his final result, at least he's still in the semi-finals.

"It's safe, it's safe, as long as we advance, that's all that matters!"

Zou Zhen patted Coach Sun on the shoulder. The latter seemed to be overwhelmed with emotions. He tilted his head back and clenched his fists, trying hard to control his emotions and prevent the tears that were about to spill from his eyes: "We can say that we have given everyone an explanation."

At this moment, Feng Yong and Yu Wei also came over. Everyone saw that their seats on the stage were empty and assumed that the two of them would not come at all.

In fact, the two of them came to the stands while the 2-meter preliminary race was in progress. In order not to add psychological pressure to Liu Yangyu and his apprentice, they stood in the crowd and watched the whole race.

"Old Sun, you and Liu Yangyu have had a tough time these past few days! Everyone saw what happened today. Just take it as it comes in the rest of the races and don't put too much pressure on yourselves!"

Feng Yong put his arm around Jiang Jianjun's shoulder and smiled as he spoke to Coach Sun. His relaxed expression gave everyone the illusion that they were not at the Olympic Games.

"Thank you for your understanding, leaders. No matter what, we will do our best to complete the remaining races. This kid's physical condition was exceptionally good during this period, and running under 13 seconds in training was basically no problem for him. Unfortunately, his Achilles tendon injury has been recurring, which has dragged down his performance."

Seeing that his leader was reassuring him, Coach Sun was deeply moved and became excited.

Wang Qiao secretly admired Feng Yong, who still had such composure under the pressure of the competition. As the head of the track and field team, his words and actions were just right in front of everyone. You have to admire him!

Seeing Feng Yong with his hand on his shoulder, Jiang Jianjun jokingly said, "Coach Feng, putting your hand on my shoulder won't help. You should put your hand on Wang Qiao's shoulder, and then put your hand on Liu Wei's shoulder. If you don't have any performance requirements for Liu Yangyu, then someone else has to bear the target for this gold medal. If you want to win this gold medal, Liu Wei is probably out of luck!"

When Feng Yong patted him on the shoulder just now, Jiang Jianjun felt that there was a deeper meaning to it. After listening to what he said, he immediately understood what he meant.

"You old fox, out of over 9 people here, you're the most cunning. But I can't say you're wrong; leaving such a strong and capable worker unused is a waste!"

Seeing that Feng Yong was a little embarrassed by what was said, Yu Wei quickly came to his rescue. While speaking, he walked over and sat down next to Liu Wei.

"Rest assured, leaders, we will do our best in the remaining competitions and strive to win two more gold medals for the track and field team!"

Seeing this, Wang Qiao realized it was time for him to speak up. If he didn't say anything now, he would be leaving his master hanging.

"Old Chiang, look at Wang Qiao this time, he has a much broader vision than you. I'm afraid the younger generation will surpass the older generation in the future, haha!"

At this moment, Feng Yong did not forget to retaliate against Jiang Jianjun. He thought to himself, "This guy just exposed me and almost put me in a difficult position."

"Don't call him 'Old Chiang' carelessly. If you want to call him that, go to Taiwan. You're closer there, and if you call him that, maybe he'll hear you and take you in!"

Jiang Jianjun is never one to suffer a loss; even leaders can't expect to gain any advantage in front of him.

"Oh well, never mind then. I still want to live to see Chinese track and field surpass America, haha!"

Everyone laughed when Feng Yong said that.

The track and field team members in the stands were overjoyed because of Liu Feiren's advancement, while on the track, Liu Feiren was panting heavily.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky, like a drowning person finally managing to stick their head out of the water.

The rest of your life!

He walked forward on his toes, testing the feeling of his right Achilles tendon as he went. It seemed a bit better than before he started running, probably because the Achilles tendon was temporarily stretched after the exercise, so it didn't hurt much.

However, he still walked very carefully; he couldn't afford any more problems at this point.

The electronic screen displayed the group's results. The group leader was a Greek athlete with a time of 13.49 seconds, a time that would be difficult for even a healthy Liu Feiren to achieve.

Liu Feiren's time for this shot was 13.56 seconds. At this point, for him, advancing to the next round was much more meaningful than a good result.

"Da Liu, congratulations on advancing to the next round. Everyone only found out about your Achilles tendon injury right before the match. Are you feeling better now?"

As Liu Feiren was about to walk toward the physiotherapist, Xia Yuena, a reporter from the sports channel, stopped him and wanted to interview him.

"Thank you. Advancing to the second round today is indeed something to celebrate. Actually, I've had this Achilles tendon injury for over six years. The Achilles tendon is the most important and also the most vulnerable part of a hurdler's body. It's extremely difficult to cure completely; we can only alleviate the symptoms. My training volume increased recently, and that's how it ended up like this. Since it's already like this, I can only run one race at a time and see what happens!"

Liu Feiren did not refuse the reporter's interview, and he always faced the audience in his best condition in front of the camera.

“We saw that you had already torn off the lane tag on your leg before the start. At that time, we all thought you were going to withdraw from the race. When you returned to the track, many of us were so excited that we cried. Can you share your feelings with us at that time?”

Upon hearing this question, Liu Xiang took a deep breath: "My Achilles tendon was in so much pain at that time, especially after the French athlete in lane 4 false started. I felt like I could barely walk. In fact, I was already prepared to give up at that point. But I came back after walking less than 5 meters. As an athlete, you only have one chance in your life to participate in the Olympics on home soil. Even if it's really impossible, you have to try!"

Xia Yuena felt a little sorry for Liu Feiren, whose right leg was dangling in the air. Judging from how she addressed Liu Feiren at the beginning of the interview, she knew that the two had a good relationship.

Some media outlets jokingly referred to her as Liu Feiren's personal reporter, but she didn't think much of it and even thought the description was quite accurate.

"One last question for you: with your Achilles tendon injured, will you still approach the remaining matches with the mindset of a defending champion?"

"My leg is already like this, so my physical abilities will definitely be greatly affected. But I still want to fight for it in the competition. On my home turf, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll give it my all. In the upcoming matches, I'll fight tooth and nail with every shot!"

Liu Feiren didn't laugh when he answered this question. With this experience in the preliminary round, probably nothing can affect his emotions anymore, because there can't be anything worse.

"Thank you very much. Go and get some rest. In front of the whole nation, we wish Liu Yangyu all the best in the upcoming matches. At this point, the result is not so important. What is important is that we have seen a world champion's indomitable spirit in the face of adversity. This is CCTV Sports Channel. Thank you for watching this interview."

Liu Feiren nodded to the camera and then waved goodbye.

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