"Oh my god! Xiaotian is too exaggerated. He actually achieved such a terrible result in the preliminary round of such a competition. Is he going to give all the contestants a warning?" The three of them in the "Four-man Group" in the stands looked at each other with a surprised expression on their faces.

Not only were they surprised, but the audience also stood up and gave Li Tian a thunderous applause. They were surprised, surprised that an Oriental man could achieve such a good result. But some of them were more excited, and they had a high appreciation for the track and field competitions. They were also very clear about what the result that Li Tian had just run meant. When they were excited, they could actually see such a wonderful world-class high-level performance in such a university-level competition.

"9.90 seconds? Yes...!" Li Tian was also very concerned about his results this time. When he saw the numbers on the electronic display screen, his excitement was beyond words. He clenched his fists and raised his hands, saluting all the audiences present. A happy smile appeared on his handsome face. The audience in the stands gave him more applause. At this moment, no one paid attention to whether he was an oriental or a Chinese.

At this time, the reporters were even happier in the stands. Because it was the opening ceremony of a national competition, the group of sports journalists present was very large. Such sensational news broke at the beginning of the competition, which also made them very excited. What is the concept of 9.90 seconds in the 100-meter score? That means that this Chinese boy broke the German national record, and if this score was placed last year, he could also be ranked among the top five in the world.

Some people are happy and some are worried. This is the cruelty of competitive sports. Of course, the most depressed person in the whole audience is the other seven athletes in the same group as Li Tian. When preparing, they were glaring at Li Tian's murderous eyes. After finally calming down, they were shocked by Li Tian's "crazy roar" before starting. This made their mentality messy. The results of their run were naturally terrible. The second place only ran a bad result of 10.73 seconds. In the remaining group preliminaries, affected by Li Tian's "predictive force" of 9.90 seconds, all the contestants' performance was very sluggish. The best result among them was only 10.33 seconds, and they were also a young player of the German national team.

"Good guy! I didn't expect you to get angry in the preliminaries. 9.90 seconds, you think this is the final venue of the Olympics! Most of the time in the Olympics, you can get at least the top three. It's so perverted, so unwilling to give up!" As soon as Li Tian walked back to the warm-up area of ​​the back field from the track, Walter rushed over and tightly tied Li Tian's neck with his strong arms, shaking hard to vent his excitement.

"Ouch, oh... I'm going to break, I can't breathe..." It took me a long time to finally break free from Walter's claws.

"The scream you guy just started just now really scared me. I thought you were crazy! I honestly told you what was going on, why did you do your best to run in the preliminary round?" Walter still looked vicious.

"It's nothing! I'm so excited because I haven't participated in the official competition for too long. And I've never seen so many spectators on the scene, which made me very excited, so I unconsciously used all my strength. However, being able to run this result was really beyond my expectations. After all, I haven't trained systematically in the past six months, and the weather is not ideal. I originally just hoped to break the competition record and find my state of the competition half a year ago. And achieving this result can only be said to be an unexpected gain." Li Tian looked extremely "painful" and stroked his neck pitifully while answering his friend's questions.

"Accident? Why have I never encountered such good luck that I ran into the 47-second mark?" Walter was very disdainful of Li Tian's answer. As a 400-meter hurdle, whether he could run into the 47-second mark is a criterion for measuring whether an athlete can enter the ranks of top players in the world. Walter obviously has a certain gap with this standard, which makes him somewhat jealous of Li Tian, ​​a Chinese teenager who has strong strength to enter the ranks of world-class players at a young age.

"This is called "Fan's life different! But I believe you will definitely make a breakthrough in the future." Li Tian patted his shoulder, walked to his locker, took out his phone from his sports bag, and wanted to report the good news that he had run for 9.90 seconds to his parents and domestic coaches as soon as possible. They have been worried about Li Tian's recovery over the past six months. Although Professor Bud announced that Li Tian had completely recovered more than a month ago, after all, he had not been tested and could not determine the degree of his recovery. Now they can finally reassure them.

In China, it is 3 o'clock now, and thousands of households are immersed in their dreams, and a rapid phone ringing sound rang in Zhao Qingguo's home in City L.

"Who! I'm still calling so late?" Zhao Qingguo, who came out of the warm bed, muttered and walked to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hey! Who are you looking for?"

"Dad! I am Xiaotian. I succeeded, I really succeeded! I ran 9.90 seconds in the 100-meter race just now!" As soon as the phone was connected, Li Tian shouted excitedly at the phone.

"Oh! 90 seconds, not bad, not bad! Keep working hard in the future." Zhao Qingguo, who had just been awakened by the ringtone of the phone, answered almost subconsciously before he could wake up.

"Well! I understand! I will work hard, I will hang up first. I will call Director Wu and Coach Xiao and others immediately to tell them the good news. Goodbye Dad!" After Li Tian pressed the phone call button, Zhao Qingguo only realized this time.

"Is Xiaotian the one who called back just now?" He checked the caller ID on the phone and confirmed this.

"What did Xiaotian just said 100 meters, 9 seconds, 90 seconds, 90!" Zhao Qingguo recited it silently in his heart several times, and suddenly screamed.

"Wife, Rongrong, you all get up quickly, Xiaotian has good news!... Haha... we want to celebrate well." The same scene was repeated in several families after Li Tian called Director Wu, Coach Xiao and others.

"Hey! Hello! I am Song Mingyu." Although it was past three o'clock in the morning, the pressure on the Song Da reporter who had been in the elite group was also increasing, so he often had a night of fighting. When Li Tian called, he was still working.

"Brother Song!" Song Mingyu was also frightened when he heard this familiar voice.

"Xiaotian? What happened? I'm still calling me so late?" Li Tian has always called him Brother Song. Li Tian has a good impression of him, the big brother who supported him in the most difficult times.

"Brother Song, do you want big news? I have a good one here!" Li Tian's words suddenly aroused Song Mingyu's interest.

"What big news should you take care of Brother Song?" He always believed that as long as it was news about Li Tian, ​​it would definitely be extremely valuable.

"I ran 9.90 seconds at the 100 meters of the German College Sports Games!" Of course, Li Tian's words made our Song reporter feel dizzy. He was worried that he had no valuable news recently, and now he felt like he was hit by a meteor again.
Chapter completed!