you and the champion are mine

The referee blows the whistle, Song Yang and An Zhiyu stand on the shooting line at the same time, Song Yang first, let go is a ten ring.

"Okay!" Li Xun roared excitedly, his voice was louder than the coaches behind Song Yang, and there was applause from all around.

But as soon as he finished praising, a more accurate ten-inner ring came next door, and the Korean team's cheers overwhelmed them.

Fortunately, the knockout round is only judged by points, as long as it is stable at the tenth ring, it will be fine.

Song Yang's timer started counting down.

He lowered his head, hooked an arrow, placed it on the arrow rest, and took a deep breath.

The environment on the court was noisy, just like his beating heart at the moment, unable to calm down. The strength of the South Korean team was too strong, and he did not allow himself the slightest deviation.

He closed his left eye, focused on the sight, and the target paper on the opposite side gradually blurred into a colored circle of light.

The pupil, crosshair, and bull's-eye coincided on a line, and the moment the signal plate landed, he let go of his hand.

Following the referee's "Ten", he exhaled tremblingly.

But before his shoulders had time to relax, An Zhiyu next to him used another ten rings to bring the atmosphere to its climax.

This is the terrible thing about fighting against Koreans. In addition to technology, it also has to compare with psychological quality.

It was as if someone put a knife around his neck and forced him to shoot the last arrow, and there was a terrible voice repeating-this round is not ten rings, and you are doomed.

Only ten rings.

Must be ten rings.

Song Yang swallowed, and raised his bow again, the chattering sounds around him and the vibration of his chest rang a chaotic sound in his head.

The speed of the third arrow was five seconds slower than the previous one, but fortunately, it was a ten-ring.

He exhaled with relief, his shoulders sank, he reflexively looked at Li Xun's position, and Li Xun gave him a thumbs up.

Just when everyone was praying for An Zhiyu's shot to miss, An Zhiyu made another tenth ring. The Chinese audience sighed softly, and even Wang Nanfeng sighed unsteadily, expressing his anxiety about the situation of the next round of competition.

There are [-] rings on both sides, and each gets one point, which means that Song Yang still has to ensure that he does not make the slightest mistake.

In the second round, Song Yang let go first.

An Zhiyu rested on the bow stand with one hand, staring at him confidently and casually, with an expression of "I'm just waiting for you to make mistakes".

Under such high pressure, Song Yang unconsciously licked his lips several times, the more he licked, the more dry his throat felt.

Wang Nanfeng asked: "What did you say earlier that he hit the tenth ring?"

Li Xun frowned and looked at the back not far away. Song Yang might have been too nervous. The short sleeves he had just put on for a short time had already shown the flow of sweat, spreading from the back of his neck and shoulders like a magnificent waterfall. Spread to the lower back.

He reluctantly said: "About 80%, but he has no experience in competitions, and his mental quality is definitely not strong enough, it is very likely..."

Before the voice fell, it was a nine ring.

Song Yang frowned and gave a "tsk", expressing his dissatisfaction with the results. The nine rings came earlier than he expected.

In the second round, the score was 28:3 when the score was 1 to [-]. The morale of the South Korean team was high and they cheered.

The coach of the South Korean team glanced at the Chinese coach, narrowed his small eyes, and showed a contemptuous smile.

In the third game, the two teams tied with a score of 29 points, each scoring one point, and the total score was 4:2.

An Zhiyu only needs to win one more round and it's over.

Wang Nanfeng used a telescope to observe the distribution of Song Yang's arrow points just now, and they were all a bit down and scattered.

Generally speaking, if the arrow point of the athlete is upward, it means that the strength is still sufficient, and the opposite is true if the arrow point is downward. The more scattered the arrow point, it also means that the athlete's attention is also disturbed, the limbs are not stable enough, and the physical and mental strength are affected. A critical point was reached.

"The kid is still too nervous." Wang Nanfeng put down the binoculars and said, "Sometimes thinking too much is counterproductive."

"Ah."

Didn't Li Xun get out of this kind of predicament? He remembered that in the Asian Games back then, he faced an Olympic champion in the last round, and the situation was almost exactly the same.

"But there is no way. Standing in that place, the breathing rate is beyond your control."

Song Yang set up an arrow, and everyone held their breath.

But just when he pulled the bowstring down his jaw, there was a sudden "bang". Before everyone had time to react, Song Yang covered half of his cheek, and looked at it speechlessly in a toothache posture. to the coach behind him.

A scene that no one expected happened - the bow piece broke from the middle, and Song Yang's mouth was broken by his own bow.

A burst of exaggerated, slightly mocking laughter erupted from the side, and there was also laughter in the auditorium.

The camera lens and countless mobile phone lenses were all aimed at him. He felt like a clown surrounded by crowds, and he was at a loss. A burning sensation spread from his cheeks to his ears.

Accessories have a lifespan, but he had no idea that they would hold him back at such a critical moment.

Arguably it shouldn't.

The things are all provided by the provincial team, and they haven't been used for long.

Could it be the crack that was pressed out when someone knocked it down in the morning, and it was not checked out?

Time did not allow him to think too much. Under the reminder of the coach, he rubbed his face and put on another set of spare bows.

The referee restarts the clock.

Everyone's attention returned to Song Yang's movements again, but Li Xun noticed that the place where Song Yang was hit by the bow was obviously red.

It should be quite painful.

The coach put his hands behind his back and encouraged in a thick and steady voice: "Don't worry, take your time."

Song Yang responded.

However, facing the lagging score, how could he not be in a hurry.

Not only did he have to ensure that he got full marks for all three arrows, but he also had to pray for a nine-point ring, because if there was always a tie, the opponent would also touch the promotion line before him.

He didn't want to lose to An Zhiyu; he didn't want to embarrass the coach; he didn't want to disappoint Li Xun and the audience.

He wants to win.

He wants to win so badly.

And it was precisely these unwillingnesses that disturbed his heart, like a stone being thrown into the center of a lake, ripples appeared on the water surface.

The bow and arrow in his hand are heavy, and the bull's-eye on the opposite side is false.

"Eight, eight rings."

Song Yang took a breath, feeling ashamed.

Such a result at a distance of 18 meters is a major mistake.

After being attacked by a strong sense of frustration, he had almost accepted the fact that he had failed, everything was useless, and his heart was calm instead.

Wang Nanfeng bumped Li Xun's arm, and laughed like a Maitreya Buddha: "It's exactly the same as your performance back then."

Li Xun knew that he was referring to the Asian Games finals. At that time, facing a powerful Olympic champion, he lost his position, resulting in abnormal performance, and hit an eighth ring that almost never appeared in normal training.

Li Xun looked at Song Yang and said, "I can feel that he is also competitive, but I don't think this is a bad thing. At least this competitive spirit can make him go a long way."

"That's right." Wang Nanfeng sighed softly facing the situation where there was no more suspense, "It is said that practicing arrows is practicing arrows, but in fact, it is all about practicing with a heart. If the heart is calm, it is impossible for him to have this kind of behavior." score."

"Well," Li Xun felt the same way, "I still have to train him again."

After the three arrows ended, Song Yang failed to tie the score, and the referee announced that An Zhiyu had won, followed by the bronze medal battle between Song Yang and Yu Shenwei.

They were all Chinese teams, so it didn't matter who took the prize, but for the $400 bonus, Song Yang still fought hard. From the first round to the third round, nine arrows scored 89 rings.

Wang Nanfeng pointed at Song Yang and smiled: "Why is this kid so vigorous in fighting against his own people? He is not soft at all, this result should be put in the next round."

Li Xun: "He's like this, I'll go down and talk about him in a while."

Wang Nanfeng thought he was going to criticize Song Yang's performance today, so he stopped: "You are not his coach anymore, what do you say about him? Let the coaches of the team take care of it."

Li Xun is old in Versailles: "He just loves to hear what I say."

At the end of the competition, the three came to the stage to accept the award, and the podium of the champion and runner-up was much higher than that of the third runner-up.

Song Yang didn't win against them, he was unhappy, he had a small face the whole time, and Yu Shenwei's face was worse than his.

It was like getting a 59.5 in the exam, which made his chest hurt. What made him even more unacceptable was that Song Yang had only learned archery for more than two years, yet he surpassed him so much.

At dinner time, the two male players with the best grades in the Chinese team lost their appetite for dinner, so they stuffed themselves with some snacks and went back to their room to rest.

Song Yang charged the phone that had been automatically shut down for a long time, and just looked at the ceiling affectionately, when the message came.

It was a short video sent by Li Xun.He rolled up his trouser legs and walked at the junction of the beach and the sea. There were lights on the shore, illuminating a small area of ​​the world. The sea was clear and spread over his ankles, and the wide soles of his feet trampled the fine sand into deep and shallow pits.

Suddenly a wave hit, Li Xun said "I'm sorry", before he could dodge in time, his trouser legs below his knees were all wet.

Then there was a voice: "Want to come down and play together? The sea breeze here is very comfortable."

Song Yang pushed open the window to see the sea, and also replied: "What are you playing? Pile sand?"

Li Xun came over with a slightly smiling voice: "I will accompany you wherever you want to play."