Temptation to bend over

Chapter 101 Shocking
The number of medals is racing against time. Country Z has always been a big sports country. Every year, countries secretly compete with each other which country has the most medals, or even the most gold medals.

The current ranking of Country Z is No.2. All the sports they are good at have achieved good results. The athletes have not made any mistakes. This year's Olympic performance is quite satisfactory, and the medals still depend on a few particularly outstanding sports. .

So far, country z has won eight gold medals, twelve silver medals and nine bronze medals, a total of 29 medals, and country y has 29 medals, but the difference is that they have ten gold medals.

Country z and country y are actually not on good terms, and there is even a bit of grievance. Even in today's era of big data and globalization, the world is as close as one family, and there are constant frictions between the two countries because of ideology.

So that poor gold medal really makes people sigh.

The sports event has already progressed to running, and the Chinese people can be called giving up directly. In the past two days, other sports events were all popular, and the number of viewers skyrocketed, but today's live broadcast room dropped sharply.

"Oh, what a pity."

"It's a pity that I'm running, but if I do anything else, I can stay on top for a while."

"Long-distance running or relay running is okay, but sprinting is really..."

What he didn't finish speaking was kept silent in public. After Song Yan became popular, he was immediately snubbed because he was a sprinter.

But there are also heart-warming fans cheering him on to learn about Song Yan's past games, so he built up his confidence and left him a message on the social platform-Song Yan, come on!We believe in you!
Tang Tang has finished her part-time job in the past two days and is also paying attention to Song Yan's competition. If this boy is not good enough, she still feels that Song Yan is not good enough for Niannian.

The mood of the fans of the race is actually low. In such a situation where the whole country is extremely confident in the event, the sprint event is here.

Song Yan didn't play in the group match on the first day. Sure enough, he was defeated as expected. Most of the people were used to it, and went to comfort the second-to-last athlete. After a message from one of the fans, the athlete replied—— It doesn't matter!Look at Song Yan!believe him!

This sentence immediately rushed to the hot search that day, and then all Song Yan's game records from last year were dug up. A group of people who had just learned about the situation were so shocked that they almost screamed, but soon they learned that Song Yan My leg was badly injured not long ago.

The mood in the country was immediately tense, and the contrast was huge.

"I believe in him! Even if he is excellent, he is a ray of light for this project in our country for so many years!"

"Don't be a moth when you're injured, it's almost crazy."

"It is said that after he returned to the team from injury, his performance has been poor and he has been regressing."

"No, no, I'm really a little worried. What the country thinks, I still took him there."

The next day, it was Song Yan's group match. The whistle blew instantly, and the boy shot out like a bullet, almost before everyone could react. At that moment, the venue erupted into appalling cheers!
There were indeed very few spectators from Country Z who bought tickets for this event today, but the moment the boy stood at the finish line, the cheers almost toppled the roof.

Song Yan is No.2 in the group stage!

No. 2!And it was only when the champion who went to the side was in the same group as him was preempted to take the first place!

The audience in country Z shouted Song Yan in unison. The young man was calm, standing in place, wearing a red and dazzling red uniform and turned around. The face that had attracted fans for a long time was still calm and calm. He waved to the audience .

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

"Song Yan, Song Yan, I love you!!!"

There was a scar on the boy's brow bone, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and the stadium once again set off a crazy upsurge.

Next to him was Dawles, the creator of last year's Gishni record. He already had a beard on his face. He came over to express his friendliness, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said in the crappy Z language: "I wish you success."

Song Yan nodded.

Shake hands with each other.

(End of this chapter)