"Whoosh..."

At the starting line, Zhao Ting looked at some familiar or unfamiliar faces, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.

For more than two years, this is the first time to set foot on this level of competition.

The National Games, which is the highest-level event in the country, is a kind of luck in itself to be able to set foot on the track here. It can also be said that it is a manifestation of strength.

Have the strength?

Zhao Ting from two years ago definitely had this strength.

Today, two years later, he himself understands why he set foot on this track.

"After this game, I'm going to retire..."

Zhao Ting had a bit of bitterness on his face. For two years, he was the absolute main force of the national team. At that time, his performance was even better than that of Yin Hanzhao now. Just that game...

Zhao Ting didn't want to think about it, and wanted to forget that game.

"Unfortunately, I have no chance to prove myself..."

Zhao Ting felt the slightly numb right foot, raised his head and glanced at the finish line, jumped, moved his body, tried a sprint, and then began to wait for the race instructions.

Even though he knew that he was only a knockout in this match, Zhao Ting still meticulously completed every pre-match action, conscientiously, focused, and professional.

Just like the one he was two years ago, standing on the track is eager to win.

"Wherever you go..."

Suddenly, the referee's command sound came from the small speaker behind him.

Zhao Ting jumped again, moved his ankle, and tried to see if his ankle could withstand the force of the next game... Zhao Ting looked towards the finish line again, as if looking for that familiar figure.

"After this game, I don't owe you any more, you retire, I retire..."

Zhao Ting sneered and squatted down.

After the injury, he returned to the provincial team. The former coach did not accept him. A new coach accepted him, but he was not particularly professional.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhejiang Province had not been outstanding in sprinting in the past two years, he should not have had a chance to stand here.

"preparation..."

Zhao Ting stood up and raised his head slightly.

This was his habitual move two years ago, looking towards the finish line, eager to win.

Years of training had allowed him to control his emotions extremely well. At this moment, Zhao Ting's world was silent. There were not many spectators in the stadium, so he just waited for the gunshot.

"Snapped..."

Zhao Ting's leg muscles reacted instinctively, even faster than his brain.

"I haven't raced for a few years, and the starting reaction is not as good as it was two years ago... I ran in 0.16 seconds at most..."

Zhao Ting took the first step and felt the muscles in his calf tremble, and his ankle was slightly numb due to the strong force. The second step is still the same, but the power to bear is getting bigger and bigger...

The faster the speed, the more force the ankle can withstand.

"what..."

Zhao Ting ran a few steps and felt a little surprised: "It's a very relaxed feeling... I really want to go back to the way of running two years ago. It seems that there is still a way to go beyond..."

It feels all too familiar...

Familiar to the bones, the sound of the gun sounded, and the whole body exploded, and then he thought of a bullet, rushed to the track, used his own skills, sprinted the corners to open the distance with the opponent, and took the lead...

"Where are you ranked now?"

Due to the extension of the curved track, Zhao Ting couldn't be distracted to judge where he was running.

It's just that every step he takes now, there is an inexplicable power that makes his speed faster and faster, and even his cornering skills become perfect under the interference of a kind of power.

"That's how it feels..."

It's so comfortable, let it go and run without any worries... and the instinctive muscles of the whole body are in cooperation with each other, bursting with unparalleled power, like an engine, transmitting the power to the wheels, and the car galloping out ...

"before..."

In the previous training, he had done his best, and the best time was 21.45 seconds.

This kind of performance is only at the level of the middle and lower reaches in the competition of the National Games. It belongs to the preliminaries, cannon fodder, foil...

Zhao Ting knew very well that he would never be able to advance.

Just this time...

"Is it God's blessing?"

Zhao Ting, who never believed in God, thought involuntarily, "Are you taking pity on me?"

These thoughts are only for a moment.

Zhao Ting ran faster and faster. When he was halfway through the corner sprint, he even passed the racer on the eighth track on the right. He ran two-thirds of the curve and surpassed the racer on the ninth track...

Because of the extension of the curve track, Zhao Ting, the seventh racer, had to keep some distance from the eighth track. In fact, they ran 200 meters all the way down the road... When they entered the straight, it was quite On another starting line...

At this moment, Zhao Ting directly surpassed the eighth and ninth players, vaguely, and it can be seen that he is in the leading position. The closer you are to the straight, the more you can show the strengths and weaknesses of the players.

"Not bad... It seems that the upgrade of this skill, under the arrangement of the system, allows athletes to fully adapt to this kind of strength..."

Zhang Ben was at the finish line, watching Zhao Ting all the time, and the other players were ignored by him.

"This speed is definitely faster than Li Tai and Yin Jintao before he hung up!"

This is still the beginning of restorative training, the reason why Zhao Ting has not fully adapted to the track.

"In this way, I can safely use the ultimate version of the skill blessing..."

Zhang Ben was a little excited: "With this skill, I will be able to control the stuff in the future... In the future on the international track, I see that the country is not happy, and I will be in a competition without Chinese people participating. The national athlete that you like is going to hang up...or just give the national athlete you don't like a hang, let him run a good result, and then stop paying attention to him..."

Zhang Ben thought about this kind of operation, which made him feel a sense of revenge: "Am I too bad? The track needs to be fair..."

It's just that the track hasn't been fair since he had the system.

............

"what?"

At the end position, Zhang Ben is not the only coach.

Coach Jin from Zhejiang Province, has been watching Zhao Ting's race, accelerating from the start to entering the straight now, looking at Zhao Ting who has already gained an absolute advantage on the track like a galloping horse, Coach Jin is a little confused: "Could it be? This little guy has hidden his strength before? Why is his speed so fast? It's almost the same as before the injury..."

"Coach Kim..."

Next to Coach Jin, he is also a coach of the Zhejiang Provincial Sports Team: "Didn't you say that in this National Games, the chance of advancing to the semifinals in the 200m is very slim? This Zhao Ting, you said that he has just recovered from his injury. , has not trained after injury, but his speed is not slow... At this speed, it is possible to hit medals..."

Coach Jin opened his mouth and said nothing: "Impossible...unless he really hides his strength..."

............

On the track, Zhao Ting became more and more excited as he ran. The feeling of speeding, the feeling of being far ahead, leading a horse, and riding the best is the moment that best reflects the value of an athlete!

"I feel that this kind of running is like flying!"

Looking at the finish line, Zhao Ting almost burst into tears: "Who said that I am a waste, and it is impossible for me to recover in this lifetime?"

step...

two steps...

Five steps...

Bend over the line...

Zhao Ting looked at the timing board subconsciously. When he saw the results on the timing board, he was stunned.

On the timing board, that string of numbers made him cry: "20 seconds 61..."

Very close to his peak speed!

......

"Sorry, after you get excited, I'm afraid there is only disappointment left... I didn't mean to play with you..."

Zhang Ben looked at Zhao Ting, who was almost crying: "If I can enter the national team this year, or before you retire next year, I will definitely find you..."

In the next game, without Zhang Ben's skill blessing, Zhao Ting could only be beaten back to his original form...

Will it be unbearable by then?

Zhang Ben was a little worried.