you and the champion are mine

The scorching sun made people dizzy, but Li Xun couldn't feel the light at all.

When he saw An Zhiyu's smiling eyes, he felt disgusted, disgusted, and angry. When the threshold of these emotions was full, he felt a sense of discomfort physically, and wanted to hit someone, or even leave.

He wants to tell people all over the world that he doesn't bother to compare with them, and neither does the Chinese team.

He paused for two seconds, and his reason suppressed this impulse.

It is so easy to go away, but the South Korean team will win the championship again, and the Chinese team will probably be labeled as cold-blooded again.

Li Xun stopped looking at them, hooked Shenwei and Song Yang's shoulders, and put them in his arms, the three heads squeezed together.

"Don't worry, calm down! The more anxious we are, the happier they are. Just now, they made a mistake in the second round, which means that they are also nervous. They are more afraid of losing this game than us!"

Those who win must be more afraid of losing than anyone.

In the second round, the Chinese team took the lead. Song Yang stood on the shooting line, raised his bow, and aimed at the target. The shouts around him seemed to be afraid of disturbing him, and gradually weakened.

His heart was beating fast, but his brain was gradually emptying out, and for some reason, the last night at the base appeared in front of him.

The coach stood only a few centimeters away from the bull's-eye and yelled loudly: "Don't worry about anything! Just let go!"

Song Yang squinted his eyes under the venomous sunlight.

"Ten rings!" The commentator was so excited that he almost jumped up from his chair, "This is Song Yang's second ten rings in the final! It seems that the unexpected situation just now did not affect his performance at all. "

The guest commentator also showed a smile: "Our young player's skills are no problem, let's see our second dozen play..."

Yu Shenwei raised his bow and let go of the arrow.

Soon, the commentator's joyful voice came from the speaker: "Oh! It's another ten ring! The performance of the two young players of the Chinese team in this round is too stable!"

Song Jingshan's tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and he stroked his heart that was about [-] miles away: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't embarrass the national team."

Li Huiying's phone never left the TV during the whole process. Seeing Li Xun on stage, she raised her eyebrows and urged, "Old Li, what are you talking about! It's your son's turn!"

"I'm coming!--"

On the screen, Li Xun's third arrow flew out and hit the yellow area firmly. It was a ten-ring that could not be faulted in 360 degrees. The TV and the audience exploded at the same time.

"Ten rings!" The commentator was impassioned and spitting, "The three athletes of the Chinese team adapted to the wind, withstood the pressure, and all got full rings! This is an amazing result!"

The guest commented: "The first three arrows are really important to the athletes. This is like a reassurance. The next three arrows for the Korean team will not be easy to hit."

The full ring is undoubtedly the biggest blow to the Korean team's self-confidence. They scored 28 rings in the next three arrows.

At the end of the second round, the South Korean team failed to recover the lost two points. The total score was 58 to 56, and the Chinese team won two points.

In this way, the points of the two sides are tied, and there are two rounds left. In fact, whoever gets the two points of the next round first will have a higher probability of winning, because the later the player is, the more anxious they are. Athletes who are out of whack are everywhere.

Since the Chinese team won the points in the last round, the South Korean team played first in the third round. The sun was shining, and the sweat on An Zhiyu's face was already hanging down his neck. Stand aside calmly.

An Zhiyu hit a nine ring with his first arrow, which was obviously not the result he had expected. After turning around, he didn't say a word, nor did he high-five his teammates, and the same was true for the second shot after that.

After Wang Nanfeng discovered this phenomenon, he approached the team members: "Their emotions are not as high as in the first round. Let's not worry. What should come will always come. Once they make a mistake, it is our opportunity to attack. Grab your hands every arrow."

The commentator in the live broadcast room took advantage of the gap between the South Korean team's arrows and drank water to moisten his throat: "I don't know if it was disturbed by the wind on the scene. This round of the South Korean team obviously did not perform at their best. All three of them It's the nine rings."

"Song Yang from the Chinese team is on the field."

"He got a nine ring, but this nine ring is very close to the bull's eye, and his condition is still fine."

"Our teenager looked relaxed and gave the captain a high five."

The guest commented: "Actually, in the team competition, regardless of whether the performance of the athletes is good or bad, the encouragement of teammates is very important. High fives and hugs are also conducive to the release of tension. The Korean team seems to be the opposite of us. They have very few players. interactive."

The narrator joked: "It's like a team that was put together improvised. You beat yours, and I beat mine. I haven't seen them speak much."

"It may also be a habit of keeping calm and thinking."

The third round ended, and the score was displayed on the large screen in the distance.

CHINA: Setpts3

KOREA: Setpts3

The total number of rounds of the two teams is tied and each gets one point. Then there are three possibilities to meet them next, China wins the championship, South Korea wins the championship, or the fifth round of playoffs.

The commentator clasped his fingers, and his tone became rare and serious: "The result is hard to predict. This is the first time I feel so nervous."

"This is the first time that our Chinese men's archery team is so close to the medal. I think the athletes must be more nervous than us at this time."

On the field, Song Yang held the bow in one hand and put the other on Li Xun's shoulder. After An Zhiyu hit a ten ring, his fingertips clenched unconsciously.

Li Xun also frowned, his attention was all on his opponent, and he didn't notice the soreness in his shoulder.

Finally, the second team of the South Korean team entered the field. The audience raised their flags and shouted at the top of their voices. Many people stood up.

All eyes are focused on the big screen.

The arrow hit the yellow zone, and the referee reported: "Nine."

The Chinese team collectively breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it is not full of rings, they have a chance to counterattack.

At the end of the three arrows, the South Korean team won 28 rings, which is an unbeatable result.

The commentator analyzed: "Actually, we can also feel that the performance of the Korean team's second and third hits today is not outstanding enough, most of them are nine rings."

"This shows that the performance of the Chinese players in the previous two rounds actually brought them a lot of pressure. The Korean team rarely loses points in the first two rounds."

The 120-second countdown came on, and Song Yang walked towards the firing line and drew an arrow.

A big brother wearing sunglasses in the back row of the auditorium excitedly started the rhythm again: "Ten rings! Ten rings! Ten rings!——"

The Korean audience sitting opposite cursed in unison: "Miss! Miss!"

The auditorium was very close to the venue, and the shouts were like mountains and tsunami, deafening, Song Yang raised his bow to face the target, his head was empty, only repeated prayers remained.

Ten rings ten rings ten rings...

It must be ten rings.

This round is likely to be the decisive round, and he does not allow himself to make a single mistake.

Song Yang hooked the strings confidently, but just before he let go, a strong wind blew by his ears, and his little heart thumped.

Although he reacted in time and adjusted the angle before the arrow left the string, the arrow still hit the red zone thoughtfully.

"Oh!" The narrator hugged his head uncontrollably, too excited by the result to say a word.

Song Yang looked at the results on the screen in disbelief, as if being poured from head to toe by cold water, his scalp tingled for a while.

This is his first seven rings on the court, a terrible and major mistake in the finals.

This score also means that even if his teammates hit full rings, they cannot keep up with the results of the South Korean team.

They are a long way behind.

The South Korean audience seemed to have been injected with stimulants and shouted even harder in unison, mocking him for his abnormal performance and mocking China for losing hope.

The Chinese audience was dumbfounded and frozen because of his performance, and some had already wiped away their tears.

Song Yang's face was pale, and when he was off, his breathing was trembling, his lips were trembling, his fingers were trembling, and every cell in his body was trembling with fear.

He has dragged his teammates down and made the Chinese team miserable. He is ashamed of the trust and training of the national team, and he is also sorry for the uniform he wears.

For the first time, the thought "I wish I hadn't played in this game" popped into my mind.

He didn't realize when Yu Shenwei came on stage, and he didn't realize what the audience was yelling, so he just stood there, the leaves being blown.

In a trance, I felt being embraced by someone and brought into my arms.

At the moment when Song Yang's emotions collapsed, the palm on the back of his head was rubbed vigorously, Li Xun's lips were almost pressed against his forehead, and he whispered: "It's all right, don't worry, we still have five arrows, and we still have five arrows. There is a chance, with me here, it’s okay..."

A few words were repeated several times incoherently, this was the first time Song Yang could truly feel Li Xun's nervousness.

This was the closest the Chinese team got to the gold medal, and it was ruined by him like this. Song Yang raised his hand, pressed his eyes hard, suppressed the tears and humiliation, and choked up in the endless ridicule: "I'm sorry..."

Even though he knew that there was no point in apologizing at this moment, but at this moment he was like a balloon filled with water, if he didn't vent something, he would really collapse.

"sorry."

Wang Nanfeng raised a finger at him: "You still have an arrow! We still have a chance! Don't be nervous, no one blames you! Anyone who hits that arrow may make a mistake, so hurry up and get rid of my emotions! You have no problem Yes! Believe in yourself!"

Song Yang sniffed his nose violently, let out a "hmm", and then took in big mouthfuls to adjust his breathing.

Fortunately, the last two arrows of Yu Shenwei and Li Xun were both ten rings, pulling the total score to the nearest.

At the end of the game, Li Xun held him in his arms again under the eyes of everyone, and encouraged him: "It's okay, forget about the arrow just now, you can do it, don't be afraid."

Song Yang nodded, and Yu Shenwei also hugged him: "Come on, come on! Don't listen to their nonsense, be yourself! It's no problem!"

"Ah."

At this time, the commentator's throat was dry, and he didn't care about drinking water. He said nervously like never before: "This is the charm of the team game. The teammates tried their best to make up for their mistakes. Now the score between the two teams is 28 to 27." , very, very close, the game has reached the most critical moment! Let's see if our young players of the Chinese team can withstand the high pressure and turn the tide..."

"It's definitely possible." The guest commentator explained that the nails on the mineral water bottle turned white, "Oh, South Korean team An Zhiyu hit a nine ring."

"Now it's Liu Zhengming, the second hitter, who is also a nine-ring."

Thousands of miles away, Li Huiying hugged Song Jingshan tightly in front of the TV, her voice trembling: "What to do, I dare not watch it."

Song Jingshan gave her a smooth hair: "It's okay, if you win, you win, if you lose, you lose."

Li Huiying was furious: "If you lose, you lose. That's our son! How can we lose to the Koreans!"

"Yo," Song Jingshan laughed: "Is the sense of honor so strong now?"

Li Huiying stroked her chest sympathetically, and calmed down her emotions: "It would be so hard for him to lose the game."

Soon, the countdown ended, and the TV showed the total score of the South Korean team - 56 rings.

This means that the last three arrows of the Chinese team must win the full ring to win the championship.

Wang Nanfeng stretched out his right arm, and Yu Shenwei, Song Yang, and Li Xun also pressed their palms up one after another, shouting tacitly: "Team China! Come on!"

The athletes were full of momentum and contagious, and the emotions of the audience were mobilized, and the roar shook the sky: "Team China! Come on!——" It seemed to tell him through this sound wave that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Song Yang's goosebumps were yelled out. Before going on the field, the South Korean players also applauded for the first time, but it was not out of good intentions.

Song Yang looked over, An Zhiyu smiled at him, made a "seven" sign to remind him of the mistake just now, Park Jae-yong also raised his little finger at him.

Song Yang's heartbeat accelerated again uncontrollably, and while he was angry, he realized the most crucial point, the initiative is actually in the hands of the Chinese team.

If you get 29 rings, you will win, and if you get [-] rings, you will have an extra match.

The odds are high!

If the South Korean team wasn't really in a hurry, they wouldn't have provoked them so repeatedly.

Be yourself and don't worry about anything else.

He chanted silently, raised his bow and drew the string, and everyone at the scene slowed down their breathing. With their necks raised, their eyes followed the black carbon arrow from one end of the arena to the other.

This time, the flying arrow finally hit the yellow circle as it wished, the Korean audience was dumbfounded, and red flags were flying all over the sky.

Song Yang let out a sigh of relief, and his whole body was about to collapse. He high-fived Yu Shenwei: "Come on! You're fine!"

"That's for sure!"

Song Yang's arrow actually relieved a little pressure on Yu Shenwei. There is Li Xun behind him, and he just needs to keep the nine out of ten.

More than ten seconds later, the referee reported the score, and the audience was excited again!

The commentator yelled in the live broadcast: "Ten rings! Ten rings! At this historic moment! Yu Shenwei won another ten rings for the Chinese team!"

The guest commentator couldn't control his emotions: "Now the initiative is completely in the hands of our players. As long as Li Xun hits another ten ring, our Chinese team will win!"

"Li Xun's arrow can be said to be the most difficult to hit in the whole match!"

Ten rings not only means that the Chinese team beat the South Korean team, but also broke South Korea's monopoly in the World Championships.

Li Xun entered the stage with a heavy breath, his head was empty.

At this moment, the Korean audience at the scene once again roared like a rascal: "Miss! Miss!——"

"Do you really think this is Korea's territory!?" The elder brother wearing sunglasses conjured up a loudspeaker device out of nowhere and started the rhythm, "Fuck it! Ten rings! Ten rings!——"

The emotions of the audience are also actively mobilized.

But does this big brother really not know how difficult this arrow is to hit?

Don't you really know how low the probability of this arrow hitting the ten rings is?

Everyone knows that.

From the beginning to now, Li Xun has hit five ten rings in a row. This kind of hit rate is already the limit.

The ten rings are a miracle.

But what they can do is to believe in the national team, believe in Li Xun, and believe in the 0.00001% probability that is not recognized in science.

Nothing can stop the Chinese.

The players on the field, the leaders off the field, the coaches, and the Chinese audience all stood up, waving the flag hoarsely and shouting: "Ten rings!—Ten rings!——"

The roar was like a roaring engine, resounding through the sky.

The sound of "Ten Rings" successfully covered the entire stadium, dedicated to sports competition; dedicated to sweat and tears; dedicated to the Chinese team in red; and dedicated to the most precious youth of the athletes.

The Korean audience had to cover their ears, and An Zhiyu's face became more and more embarrassing.

Song Yang stood closest to Li Xun, and could clearly see his brows furrowed under the brim of his hat, and the sweat on his temples condensed into beads, slowly rolling down his temples.

Everyone's hopes fell on Li Xun's last arrow, one can imagine his pressure.

The camera moved forward, Li Xun's fingertips clenched the bowstring, his jaw tensed, and the sun shone brightly on his body, which coincided with the summer when he was 19 years old.

Song Yang clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't know where his confidence came from. He let out a dry voice in his throat: "You're fine!"

The moment he let go, Li Xun's lips moved, and he talked to his own arrow: "Let's go!"

The crimson arrow feathers whirled rapidly, drawing an arc in the air, and squeezed together with Song Yang's arrow.

Refresh the final score on the electronic big screen.

CHINA: Setpts5WINNER

KOREA: Setpts3

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The audience exploded like a firecracker whose fuse was burned to the end.

The narrator finally let go of his sweaty palms, and spoke quickly: "The ten rings are the lore! The Chinese team defeated the South Korean team [-]-[-] and won the championship of the men's recurve team final!"

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, Song Yang plunged into Li Xun's arms with a sour nose, "I'm scared to death!" His seven rings almost caused a catastrophe, and he still has lingering fears.

"What are you afraid of..." The last arrow consumed all of Li Xun's energy, but his brain was still in a state of excitement. When a head came over, he instinctively hooked it, and kissed Song Yang hard on the forehead to vent his anger. , and then beaming with joy, "I've said it a long time ago, with me here, there's no problem."

The staff pushing the camera: "?"

No matter how fast this buddy's hands were, it was too late, and the moment when Li Xun kissed Song Yang appeared on the big screen.

Simply public execution.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Song Yang turned his head with an ominous premonition, and saw his magnified face on the screen, so frightened that he said "I'm sorry", his little face turned red into a monkey's ass.

They had just won the championship, everything didn't matter, Wang Nanfeng also raised his hand to hug his head, and put a kiss on his forehead, followed by Yu Shenwei, and when it was Li Xun's turn, the scene became very funny.

Wang Nanfeng was a little over 1.7 meters tall, and his feet couldn't reach Li Xun's forehead. Li Xun bent slightly, but his face was full of reluctance.

A few minutes later, the staff led them to the stage to accept the award. Athletes were not particular about the C position, and Song Yang was regarded as the group favorite and squeezed into the middle position.

The first is a long congratulatory message from the sponsor, followed by the awarding of medals and souvenirs.

The flash and the shutter sounded alternately, Song Yang was really nervous, his face was stiff with laughter.

Li Xun seemed much more proficient. He held the medal with his left hand, and wrapped his arms around Song Yang's waist with his right hand, pulling it into his arms.

Song Yang turned his head and looked at him with "this is not good".

Li Xun narrowed his eyes with a smile, leaned closer to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "You and the champion belong to me."