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Chapter 1193 We Are the Champions (First Update, Please Subscribe)
At the Olympics, some people see business opportunities, but more people focus on the competitions. In fact, for most ordinary people, all they care about is what is in front of them.

Among all the competitions, the ones that attract the most spectators are probably marathons and the like. After all... they don't require tickets.

No matter in what era, free stuff always tastes the best.

On the eighth day of the event, the marathon competition of the 17th Summer Olympics finally began.

Every section of the road was packed with spectators. The protagonist of today's competition was Yang Wu, the first Olympic champion from Nanyang.

A rickshaw driver, he had won three gold medals in Helsinki and Melbourne, but he had failed in the previous 10000m race and only got a bronze medal.

But even so, the former "Flying Man of Asia" is still a hero in the hearts of Nanyang people. Whenever he appears, people always cheer and shout his name.

"Flying man, flying man..."

Listening to the shouts around him, Yang Wu just ran slowly and steadily. As a veteran athlete, he could feel that his speed was declining. That was why he chose the long-distance run in this Olympics.

Endurance became his only reliance.

After all, for those European and American athletes, their endurance comes from training, while Yang Wu's endurance comes from survival.

Back then, when he was in Shanghai, Yang Wu ran barefoot on the streets of Shanghai every day, pulling a cart with a person sitting behind him. He did this every day, day and night.

Now, it’s just a matter of changing the track.

After 30 kilometers, Yang Wu looked at the time and began to analyze his current situation.

If we continue to move forward at this speed, the time we will take later should be able to exceed the Asian marathon record.

But, do you just want the Asian record?
Therefore, if you want to overtake them, you must finish at a faster pace, even faster than their pace.

Having made up his mind, Yang Wu did not rush, but ran towards the supply station.

During this replenishment, he just picked up a bottle of water - Ice Spring mineral water, produced from the "Shenshan Mountain". Although its scientific name is "Widow Mountain", everyone still likes to call it "Shenshan Mountain".

Because it sounds nice.

Holding the bottle of water, Yang Wu did not lament the "black technology" of the plastic bottle like others did.

This modern and even sci-fi plastic bottle is itself the "star" of this Olympics. Countless foreign tourists and athletes were amazed by it. This disposable plastic bottle even made the front page of some newspapers.

Of course, only foreigners are feeling sentimental. The people of Nanyang are not feeling sentimental at all. After all, these products have been around them for a long time.

After replenishing his supplies, Yang Wu took a few cups of water from the water station and poured them on his head, then took a few sponges to wipe his body, and continued to accelerate forward.

When Yang Wu accelerated, the host in the TV station's live studio also saw him accelerating and immediately explained.

"Now Yang Wu has started to speed up. As a veteran who has participated in three Olympic Games, although he was unable to achieve good results in this competition due to his age, he can still..."

Suddenly, the commentator shouted excitedly.
"He has surpassed. Yang Wu has surpassed the second group and is catching up with the first group!"

In fact, no one paid attention to what the commentator said. People only paid attention to the game. When people on the roadside saw Yang Wu, they would always shout his name and cheer for him.

"You should be able to go a little faster, but you can't go any faster..."

After overtaking the second group, Yang Wu felt that he still had some energy left and could finish the rest of the distance at a faster speed. So, after careful consideration, he decided to speed up.

After making up his mind, he increased his stride and stepped up his pace. At this time, the pair of "Chitu" running shoes on his feet not only gave him excellent shock absorption, but also seemed to be assisted with every step, making it easier for him to lift his legs and walk. This was the assistance brought by the black technology worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

After accelerating, Yang Wu increased his speed to a level far beyond that of others. The hot wind kept hitting his face due to his fast running, but he did not show any expression. At this time, his expression was serious and his eyes were firm.

At this moment, Yang Wu’s idea was very simple, which was to have a farewell match for himself today.

This was destined to be his last time participating in the Olympics.

Ending it with a marathon may be a good ending.

The host also noticed Yang Wu's acceleration, and he said to the audience:

"Around 32 kilometers, we could clearly feel Yang Wu accelerating, but we didn't know how fast he accelerated. What was certain was that he was closing the gap with the first group."

Time passed quickly, and in a flash, Yang Wu caught up with the first group, but he did not stop, but continued to run forward. After accelerating at 32 kilometers, Yang Wu maintained a speed that exceeded the others. Even after catching up, he did not stop.

The price Yang Wu paid for this was the rapid depletion of his physical strength and the rapidly rising heartbeat.

After the previous acceleration, Yang Wu felt very tired and even wanted to slow down.

But Yang Wu knew very well that if the price really dropped, it would probably drop to the bottom, and the previous pursuit might fail.

Therefore, he could not slow down at all now. No matter how tired he was, he could not choose to slow down. He had to grit his teeth and persevere. Just like when he participated in the rickshaw race in Shanghai, he could persevere as long as he gritted his teeth.

Having made up his mind, Yang Wu focused on running. Now he was in the first group, with only five people in front of him.

Just surpass them!
At this time, the track had entered the urban area, and there were more spectators around the road. When some spectators saw Yang Wu, they immediately burst into unprecedented enthusiasm.

"Flying man, come on!"

"Flying man, come on..."

Amid the cheers, Yang Wu continued to charge towards the championship. At this moment, he had no other thoughts but one - to win!
Want to win!

Put an end to your life!
In this way, in the last leg of this marathon, the competition turned into a race of chasing each other, and neither of them wanted to let the other surpass themselves.

At this time, the competition is not just about endurance, but more about willpower!

After passing two selectors, there were only two people left in front of Yang Wu.

They were Abdeslam from Morocco and Maggie from New Zealand. They both seemed to feel the threat behind them and accelerated, but Yang Wu kept following them closely and pressing them step by step.

At this moment, everyone felt that the competition had reached a fever pitch, and the photographers were focusing their cameras on the three leaders. At this moment, everyone was cheering for Yang Wu, and people were shouting and looking forward to it.

Looking forward to Yang Wu's victory and a wonderful farewell performance.

Facing the cheers from the crowd, Yang Wu seemed calm. Regardless of winning or losing, he would complete his farewell performance today.
The live TV camera was always locked on Yang Wu, never leaving for a moment.

It even chose not to cut out the time that was supposed to be used for commercials, and just kept watching Yang Wu running towards the finish line step by step.

At this time, the director also wanted to record the entire process of Yang Wu's last game without missing a single moment.

Yang Wu did not disappoint them. He slowly caught up with McGee from New Zealand and kept parallel with him.

As time goes by, people become more and more certain that they are about to witness a brand new history today.

Because Yang Wu has surpassed Maggie.

When Yang Wu surpassed Maggie, cheers rang out on both sides of the race road, and the spectators on both sides of the road kept cheering and encouraging Yang Wu.

Their cheers continued to reach Yang Wu's ears, especially in the last 5 kilometers, when they had already reached the downtown area, and the situation became even more enthusiastic.

The roadside was crowded with people. At first, people were only paying attention to Yang Wu himself. They were looking forward to a wonderful retirement match. But now everyone can see that Yang Wu will not only present them with a wonderful match, but also has the possibility of winning.

The people around were all cheering for their hero.

Whether or not they can win the game is not important. What matters is that Yang Wu is their hero!
In such an atmosphere, Yang Wu seemed to feel an endless supply of energy flowing to him.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Yang Wu seemed to feel more and more relaxed. Even the elasticity of the "Red Hare" on his feet seemed to be better, making his feet more relaxed. Just like that, he moved his legs and strode forward. In the last leg of the race, he felt like he was not participating in a marathon, but like he was back in Helsinki again, back to the track he was familiar with.

As he ran, the painful expression on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a slight smile.

His body seemed to become relaxed. The inexplicable change made Yang Wu happy. His originally exhausted body was rejuvenated again, and his steps became lighter and lighter.

With this feeling, Yang Wu once again quickened his pace. When he and Abdeslam ran into the Olympic Stadium one after the other, the audience in the stadium couldn't help but exclaimed again when they saw this situation. They didn't expect Yang Wu to be able to rush forward at this time.

But this surprise only lasted for a short time. After a few seconds, the audience around came to their senses.

At this time, they all shouted excitedly to Yang Wu.

Perhaps it was because they were too excited that they couldn't even speak a complete sentence clearly, but no one cared at this time. Since they couldn't speak, they might as well shout loudly. Now they were no longer expressing their feelings, but venting!

For a while, roars of "Ah" and "Ah" were heard continuously, and people clapped their hands vigorously. In the last lap in the stadium, only Yang Wu and Abdeslam were left. They ran one after the other and were neck and neck in the end.

At this time, everyone stood up and cheered for Yang Wu.

Finally, when Yang Wu crossed the finish line half a body length ahead of Abdeslam, the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak again, with people cheering and shouting.

At this time, people had already stood up excitedly. Amid the applause and cheers, Yang Wu seemed very calm.

He glanced at the time, 2:15:40.1, and his opponent? Only one second behind him.

But none of this matters. What matters is... he won!

Winning this game in my own country...

(End of this chapter)