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Chapter five hundred and forty-eight will be Ling Jueding

Some people are born shining, while others are born to be kings in a certain field. Xiang is a little disappointed, a little sour, and a little panic after shock. He is full of joy and thinks that Liang Zimo is seriously injured, and he can represent China to break the historical record and make a name for himself, but who knows that the result is not the case.

Liang Zimo suddenly recovered and burst out with such strength, which not only shocked the islanders, but also shocked the Chinese people through TV broadcasts. Because the 110-meter hurdles were also separated, the morning preliminaries and afternoon competitions, the people in front of the TV were relatively idle. They didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning, and their eyes widened after waiting for the real run.

At first, Xiang emerged from a new force, adding a little excitement to the Chinese people. Then there was the peak duel between Bolt and Johnson, which made everyone feel endless excitement. After seeing their powerful forces, he felt a little disappointed.

With Liang Zimo's emergence, the people who shocked China in an instant were as if they had always believed that white people could not fly on the basketball court. In the track and field, there was always a legend that yellow people would not fly. As a result, long legs appeared. As he was young and gradually rising up, people saw that yellow people could fly.

Then there is Liang Zimo's emergence. If you have to label Liang Zimo, then there will be more labels on Liang Zimo. The first is yellow people, the second is Asians, and the third is Chinese. The most important thing about this label is the third one.

When Liang Zimo scored first in the qualifiers with a record-breaking result, the whole of China was in full bloom. The happy Chinese seemed to Liang Zimo had already won the first place in this event. The excited host shouted in an excited and high-pitched voice: "This is the moment of creating history. The inconspicuous Chinese people flew on the 110-meter hurdles. This is an exciting moment. This is a historical moment that proves to the world that Chinese people can fly too.

Liang Zimo, who was far away in the island country, did not know that at this moment, he became a hero of the Chinese nation, an idol of the new generation of young Chinese people, and an object to learn in Chinese textbooks. In short, Liang Zimo became famous this time.

When the afternoon competition was in the main competition, Liang Zimo, who was excited, was still dizzy. This was a kind of excitement from the heel to the back of his head. It was so comfortable that he had nothing to say.

Xuan Qi had to beat Liang Zimo who was still silly: "You only outperformed one preliminary match, and the remaining main match has not yet run. Please smile here more seriously."

Liang Zimo also understood that it was not the time to be proud, but the pride in his heart was uncontrollable, so he still said happily: "Only those idiots can beat me." His face was confident, as if the champion was already in his pocket.

This made Xuan Qi not know what to say. After all, in the track and field competition, the gap between 0:00 and 0:00 is a big gap, and Liang Zimo is directly 0:00 and 3 seconds faster than the world record. It seems that he is the strongest one in this class.

Liang Zimo also felt that he was too proud and had a little bit of a pride. Such a mentality would be unsatisfactory. So Liang Zimo took a breath, suppressed his restless heart, looked at Xuan Qi and asked, "Can I win the championship?"

Xuan Qi shrugged and said, "Don't ask me about this, but ask yourself." After that, he retreated and pointed to the person next to him and said, "You have to ask them more."

The cool Xiang came over first. At noon, he went to see the injured Kato Eagle, what a good athlete. Unfortunately, his whole career was ruined. Even if he was cured in the future, he would be disabled.

Xiang looked at Liang Zimo again and felt the illusion that he was at the peak of his life. He couldn't help but sniff and said in a muffled voice: "Today I will do my best and will definitely defeat you on the track."

Hearing Xiang’s bold words, Liang Zimo shook his head speechlessly. If bragging is really useful, then there are no weak people in this world who are all strong.

Just as Liang Zimo was disdainful of arrogance, a stiff Chinese voice suddenly came from his ears: "Although you are very strong, you are just lucky. I don't believe you have such good luck in the afternoon's main competition."

Jamaica's long legs, who had just defeated Johnson, should have been proud and confident, and accepted the cheers of the people around him. Who knew that he was not proud for half an hour, but suddenly such a powerful opponent appeared, which made him speechlessly depressed and hated. He could only speak harshly to Liang Zimo and hope to defeat him in the main game.

Faced with such provocation, Liang Zimo shook his head helplessly, looked at Bolt and said, "There is a saying in China that is a mule or a horse that leads it out. In this world, either it is called out to be powerful or it is really powerful. Everything needs to be compared."

The words like tongue twisters made Bolt dizzy and simply didn't care about his lips and tongue, and waited to compete with Liang Zimo for a good match.

Johnson, who was standing aside, seemed much more relaxed and smiled kindly at Liang Zimo: "I look forward to fighting with you. This will be my last time to participate in the Universiade." Johnson said a little sad. After all, no matter where he is, he cannot participate in the University Games if he is older.

Liang Zimo seemed heartless. When he heard Johnson say this, he patted Johnson on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. We can't see the Universiade, but there is still the Olympics." Liang Zimo burst out in ambitions and found his own stage on the track, as if he also saw his new life.

Xuan Qi nodded slowly and looked at Liang Zimo's head. The originally ordinary three flowers and five auras were changing drastically, and the brilliance became more and more dazzling, and the colors gradually became brighter. A sense of attraction that only a superstar, a popular idol, could have, was condensed on Liang Zimo's head. The Universiade broadcast to the world, Liang Zimo, who emerged from the sky, attracted thousands of fans and became the sports idol of the new generation of China.

Of course, these auras of worship have just begun. At this stage, they can only be said to be the stunning favorite of the future generation. If you really become a fan of Liang Zimo, you have to wait for Liang Zimo to win one victory after another. Today's Universiade is just the first step in the Long March.

"Dear audiences, compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao, and overseas Chinese, welcome to watch the Tokyo Universiade broadcast live for you CC5. I am the live commentator Li Kuaizui." The well-known Chinese commentator began to explain to everyone with his passionate tone. The original focus of the Universiade report was table tennis and badminton. Later, as Liang Zimo emerged from the rise of the army, the resources began to tilt towards the 110-meter hurdle.

Chinese people have become accustomed to the victory of badminton and table tennis. As long as there are international competitions, Chinese people will naturally win gold and silver. However, a track and field event suddenly appears like a desert, just like the only shining star in the night, like the only oasis in the dry desert, which immediately attracts the attention of Chinese people and awakens their pride.

Some people already empathize with it, and imagine that the yellow race is the throne of dominating the number one in the track and field where there are many strong people. If you think about it carefully, you will be inexplicably excited. There is a passion in your heart. It is so powerful and so satisfying.

The twelve best-achieved contestants were concentrated on a track, Liang Zimo was in the middle and the most eye-catching sixth, Bolt was in the seventh, Johnson was in the fifth, Xiang was neglected and ranked first. With the short whistle reminding, everyone was in their place. The originally noisy audience seats were instantly heard, and even the audience watching the live broadcast in front of the TV held their breath uncontrollably. The eyes of thousands of people were intertwined, looking at Liang Zimo in the center of the track.

At this moment, Liang Zimo's shoulders not only carry his own future, but also the dream that yellow people can fly. This will be the moment of creating history. Every Chinese is praying, praying that Liang Zimo can achieve amazing results.

With the sound of the starting gun, Liang Zimo, who was curled up in his body, rushed out like a wild horse that was rid of reins. He was so fast that he took the lead in the domineering arrogance.

As Liang Zimo rushed forward, Li Kuaizui commented from the TV station: "Dear viewers, Liang Zimo rushed out. The great Liang Zimo, at this moment, was possessed by his soul. He galloped on the track at a speed that exceeded the wind and crossed the first rail. The gap between him and other players was being widened, and he crossed two rails and he was always far ahead."

It's completely textbook-like speed, leading from the starting point to the end point. The almost crushing advantage is so great that it makes other players speechless. Liang Zimo, who is sprinting, is getting faster and faster, and in the end it is no longer like running but flying

"Liang Zimo, the first in the line, broke the sports events monopolized by the black race, creating a miracle that even the yellow race can fly." Li Kuai's voice suddenly became loud: "Let's look at his results. After Liang Zimo broke the world record in the morning, he broke the world record just set by him in the afternoon, and increased from 12 seconds 31 to 12 seconds 09..."

At this moment, all the Chinese people watching the live broadcast in front of the TV made a series of cheers, and even the entire Chinese became a sea of ​​joy.

The audience at the scene were stunned at first, and then began to applaud continuously. Breaking records is worth celebrating, not to mention breaking records continuously. Liang Zimo was so strong that his contestants had nothing to say. Jamaica's long legs rushed through the finish line and stared blankly at the result of twelve seconds and nine seconds. This would be a number that would be enough to oppress his life.

Xiang passed the finish line and burst into tears. Liang Zimo, who was originally small, is now as insurmountable as a mountain. Xiang sniffed and walked down in a daze. Looking at the anxious coach, Xiang, who had always been self-aware, opened his mouth and said, "Help me adjust the project, if I can't retire."

In the next ten years or even longer, the 110-meter hurdles will be dominated by Liang Zimo, and other players in his career will be a foil of sadness.
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