Chapter 160 Desperate Hope

"3 minutes, 30 seconds, 21!" Di Ruba's results when she crossed the finish line are also worth boasting. Although she did not run into the 3 minutes, 30 seconds, it also broke the world youth record of 3 minutes, 30 seconds, 24 that her compatriot Cohenlus had previously held. But everything in the competition seems meaningless to him now. Not winning the World Youth Championship means that he cannot get the 20,000 US dollars that the country promised to them before participating. Although there will be a certain bonus in China to get the runner-up, even if Achaye gets the third place, it is only 8,000 US dollars, which is still a big gap from the 20,000 US dollars required for his sister's treatment, and this gap is something he cannot pay at all.

Diruba knelt on the track, looking at the sky above the stadium with empty eyes, tears of hopelessness and helplessness slowly passed through his dark face, which was still tender, and the sunny sky was darker in his eyes at this time than before the storm came. Everything was gray. He was tired and the burden of supporting the entire family was always there.

"...Diruba gets up, we will definitely have a solution!" Teammate Achaye, who won the third place in the 1500-meter market, walked up to him, squatted down, and comforted softly.

"Why? Why did God treat me like this? Isn't it enough to snatch my parents away from me? Now even Elena wants to take her life away. Why!... Why?..." Diruba's right fist hit the plastic track hard, leaving shocking blood on the rough plastic particles. The unwillingness and anger roar made the focus of many people's eyes shift to him.

"Diruba!" He suddenly pulled up Dirubala who was hurting him. Looking at the lifeless brother in his eyes, Achaye felt extremely heartbroken.

"Diruba stood up, everything is not over yet! Elena hasn't given up yet. She is waiting for your brother to save her. What if you give up then she will do? Let's find a way together, and there will be hope..." He leaned on his weak Diruba, and another teammate hurried over to support his body.

"...Hope?...Is there really hope?" It seemed that the drowning man grabbed the last straw. Diruba, who was helpless, looked at Achaye beside him with great desire, hoping to get his answer. Only then did he realize that he was still a 17-year-old boy.

"There will be there, there will be there. We will make Elena live happily again, but you must be strong!" Achaye said firmly in looking at Diruba's eyes seriously.

Nodding slightly, the 17-year-old Kenyan middle- and long-distance running genius slowly walked off the field with the help of his two teammates. Li Tian, ​​who was not far away, saw everything that happened just now. Although he couldn't understand Di Ruba and the others' words, he could feel the pain and regret in the heart of this player who was as young as him. This was not just because he lost the game, because he had experienced such pain himself. After accepting congratulations from many audiences and interviews from the media, Li Tian also walked back to the players' rest area.

The performance of the Chinese team members today is worthy of the publication of many media. Although they only received two gold medals, including Li Tian, ​​including 1500 meters, the number of players entering the final stage was the largest in the past four days. A total of ten people broke the national youth record, three people broke the Asian youth record, and Li Tian broke the Asian record of 1500 meters and the world youth record, allowing many spectators to see the hope of the rise of China's track and field events in 2008.

At the men's 1500m award ceremony held next, Li Tian confirmed his initial idea. Kenyan player Di Ruba, who won the runner-up, did not appear, and the leader of the Kenyan track and field team stood on the podium to receive the award. Although this detail also aroused the curiosity of some reporters, they still focused more on Li Tian. After all, it was a player from their own country who won the championship and created a history of winning three gold medals in the World Youth Track and Field Championships.

"Hello, Mr. Team Leader, do you speak English?" When he returned to the athlete's rest area after the award ceremony, Li Tian called out the leader of the Kenya team. Recalling the hostile eyes of Ridi Ruba at the player's rest area before the game and the desperate look after the game, Li Tian wanted to figure out what was going on. He always felt that there was a little connection with him in this place, and he could not let go of his heart without clarifying the truth.

"Hello, my name is Yidala. Is there anything wrong?" Kenya's team leader nodded and asked in very fluent English. The team leader also looked very respectful to Li Tian, ​​the newly released 1500-meter champion, and the first "triple-champion" in the history of the World Youth Championship.

"Hello Mr. Yidala, why did the Diruba player not attend the award ceremony? At the end of the competition, I noticed that his mood was very abnormal."

"Diruba's emotions are indeed very unstable now. We have arranged for someone to accompany him to go back to the hotel to rest early, so I will receive the award on his behalf."

"So what happened? I seem to feel that something about Diruba has something to do with me. Can you tell me?" Li Tian looked at Yidala very seriously.

"Hey!...Diruba is a poor child!" Leader Yidara continued after sighing.

"Diruba is an orphan. When he was twelve, his parents died in an accident, leaving behind his young brother and sister. The burden of life in the family was on him, but bad luck was still following him. After he was selected for the track and field team, his sister suffered from serious illness. After the doctor's diagnosis, his sister's condition was very serious. Only a major operation can save her life. However, the 20,000 US dollars of surgery cost was not enough for Diruba, an orphan family. It happened that the World Youth Track and Field Championships were held at this time. The Kenyan Track and Field Association announced that the winners of the World Youth Championships will not be obtained by the World Youth Championships.

Only join the national team, and there will be a prize of 20,000 US dollars. More than a month ago, Diruba won Kenya's 1500-meter national youth championship and got the opportunity to represent Kenya in this competition. As long as he can win the championship, he can raise the cost of his sister's surgery, but the final champion is you, his sister..." Yidala's leader couldn't continue and looked at Li Tian, ​​who was listening and pondering. Although he was full of sympathy for Diruba, he knew that Li Tian had no mistakes and could not have sympathy in the face of national honors.

"So that's it!... Thank you Mr. Yidala." After learning the truth, Li Tian's heart did not relax. Although his winnings won the country and winning the championship with his own strength is understandable, if a young girl loses the opportunity to survive because of his winnings, then Li Tian feels that he will always feel uneasy in his heart.

No one knows the pain of losing a relative better than him. He has had personal experiences of the hardships of orphans' survival, but he is much luckier than them. Not only did he get the kind adoption of the Zhao family, but he has a warm family, but he also gets the help of coaches, Director Wu, Professor Bad and other kind people, allowing him to make continuous progress in his career. At this time, Diluban's painful and desperate expression kept popping up in front of him. After Li Tian pondered for a moment, he secretly decided to help Diluba something.

"Brother Xu, I am Xiaotian. Can you come to the personal lounge of the stadium immediately? I have something to ask for help." With the permission of Team Leader Luo, Li Tian borrowed his phone number to contact his agent Xu Hongtao. During the period when he returned to China, after Xu Hongtao's constant coercion and inducement, he finally asked Li Tian to change his name to him from "uncle level" to "big brother level".

"Okay, I'll come here soon!" Xu Hongtao was not at the competition site. In the past few days, Li Tian's outstanding performance in the World Youth Championship made Li Tian's popularity soar rapidly and his popularity was very popular for a while, so even his agent was busy. Although he had already spoken out, the commercial contract with a quotation of less than 2 million would definitely ignore it, the contract for signing and endorsement with Li Tian still flew like snowflakes, and the price on the contract was even increased, forcing Xu Hongtao to analyze and compare seriously. He really wanted to grow a third hand, but after receiving Li Tian's notice, he quickly rushed to the contestant's personal lounge.

"Xiaotian, what's the matter? I'm so anxious to find me." Xu Hongtao pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

"I want to ask you to transfer a check of 20,000 US dollars for me. Can you hand it over to me before the game tomorrow morning?" Li Tian handed over his bank card. He had a lot of bonuses for the last time in Germany.

"What do you want so much money?" Xu Hongtao asked, and Li Tian told Diluba about the situation.

"You are going to use the money to help his sister pay for medical expenses?"

"Yes, if my sister loses the opportunity to recover from that because I defeated Diruba, I will feel uneasy for the rest of my life. And I was also an orphan before. It is precisely because of the help of many kind-hearted people that I have hope. So when I have the ability, I also hope to help other people in need, so that they can also feel the existence of hope."
Chapter completed!