Chapter 357 Are You Crazy?
The next morning, everyone went out to escort Fubao and Feng Qi to the competition venue.
The atmosphere in the venue today is particularly subtle.
As soon as everyone entered the venue, they saw the chairman of the Track and Field Association, Morrie, standing at the entrance of the passage with his shoulders folded, and several official photographers were standing next to him taking pictures and videos.
Fu Bao paused for a moment and whispered, "It would be nice if no one was here."
"Hmm?" Feng Qi asked her hurriedly, "What do you mean?"
Fu Bao said: "If there is no one here, I will immediately take him aside and beat him up."
Feng Qi put her arm around her shoulders and soothed her, "It doesn't matter if there are people around. I'll let you vent your anger as soon as you announce that you can compete. I'll go beat him up, or I can just withdraw from the competition. I've almost finished all my events anyway."
The two were discussing here when they suddenly heard Luo Jiu's warning from behind: "No one is allowed to take action, and no one is allowed to withdraw from the competition. This is the Olympics, not the front line."
The two of them said "Oh" and honestly gave up the idea of beating someone up.
When everyone passed by Mori, Fubao rolled his eyes at Mori and strode inside. Mori said sarcastically, "Contestant Fubao, you'd better wait. Without the permission of President Coubertin, the game won't start even if you rush to the field."
Fu Bao gritted his teeth and stopped, looking back at him indifferently, "So you are so afraid of me standing on the field, so afraid of me participating in the competition?"
Mori sneered, "What am I afraid of? I'm not a contestant.
I have no interest in the outcome of the competition. I just can't stand the fact that some people are monopolizing the entire Olympics. You are destroying the Olympic dreams of many athletes, which is not fair to others at all."
Fu Bao took a few steps forward and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear him: "Whether you have a vested interest or not, you know it in your heart. Whether you are acting out of selfishness or something else, heaven and earth can bear witness. Don't you foreigners believe in God? God will definitely send scum like you to hell."
"You..." Mori looked at Fubao angrily, but saw that she was smiling with the corners of her mouth curled up, as innocent and bright as in the commercials.
Fu Bao said loudly: "You said that I broke other people's dreams, I don't understand what you mean.
I am also an athlete and I also have a dream. My dream is to stand on the field and compete with world-class players.
What I pursue is higher, faster, stronger. I am not afraid of losing. Although I have never lost, I desperately hope that someone can appear by my side and surpass me.
I am different from some people. I am not afraid of the strong. I will not stop those who are stronger than me from the competition just for my own victory.
What is your so-called athlete's dream? To kick me off the field and win the gold medal?
There seemed to be something distorted on Mori's face. He always thought that athletes were strong in body but simple in mind. He usually saw Fubao eating and drinking on the sidelines and talking to reporters about everyday things. He didn't realize that she was so sharp-tongued and it made him feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, the game has not started yet, and the advertisements have been playing in a loop. The director saw Fubao in the passage and immediately asked someone to notify the photographer to take pictures.
So, the photographer nearby quietly pointed the camera at the two people confronting each other, and the director immediately and capriciously cut out this scene to satisfy the desire of people all over the world to watch the show.
Many viewers around the world didn't know what was going on. It was only halfway through the commercial that Morrie's angry face suddenly appeared on TV. He taunted, "Are you so confident that you can win the gold medal?"
Fu Bao was surprised and spread his hands, "Of course I can do it. If you could find someone who can run faster than me, you would have sent her to the race long ago instead of trying so hard to drive me off."
Her arrogant attitude immediately broke Mori's defense, and he almost blurted out, "So what?
Even if you stand on the field today, I have the ability to make others withdraw from the competition. You can compete with your teammates. In a two-person competition, do you win gloriously? "
He pointed at Feng Qi and said provocatively: "Even if you have a gold medal and a silver medal, it's just for your own amusement. The Track and Field Association will not recognize your achievements, and no one in the world will recognize you as the winner."
Feng Qi frowned: "What are you pointing at? I'm telling you to be crazy. Can you represent the whole world?"
Seeing the tension getting stronger, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and Lu Qingyun reminded him, "The other contestants are here."
The photographer hurriedly turned the camera to the main group. These dozen people were the athletes who would take part in the three short-distance running finals in a moment, and most of them were also registered athletes of the Track and Field Association.
As stakeholders, their attitudes are of concern to everyone.
Luo Jiu had told Fu Bao in advance that these athletes should follow the arrangements of their respective countries. They had prepared for four years and it was not easy for them to enter the finals. It was impossible for them to withdraw from the competition, so they should not target the athletes competing in the same field.
So Fubao had no intention of having a conflict with them. She made way for them and motioned them to go in first.
However, the athletes just stood there, looking at her with complicated eyes, as if they wanted to say something.
Luo Jiu and Cheng Yaoyao noticed that these contestants were holding rolled-up papers in their hands. They looked at each other nervously, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Some reporters followed the contestants in and pointed the microphone at them.
"The Athletics Association announced yesterday that if Fu Bao continued to participate, you would withdraw from the competition in protest. Is this true? Will you withdraw from the competition to boycott Fu Bao?"
The American athlete standing at the front was silent for a few seconds and looked at the other players around him. Everyone tacitly took out the papers they had prepared in advance.
Maybe it should be called a banner or a poster, but it is too simple, as if it was made in a hurry.
As the simple banners were slowly unfolded, the American athletes said: "Our attitude is in our hands."
At this moment, audiences all over the world left their chairs or sofas and leaned forward, trying to stick their eyes to the TV and see the words clearly.
On each banner was written in different handwriting: "Support Fubao, never withdraw from the competition!"
They held up the banners firmly and looked at Fubao with smiles. Fubao stood there in a daze and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his eyes.
Mori held his head in his hands, unable to believe what he saw. He stepped forward and asked loudly, "Who told you to do this? Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?"
The American player said: “No one asked us to do this, but no one can decide for us whether to withdraw from the competition without our consent.”
The Su player next to him said, "Why do you ask us to withdraw from the competition? And why don't you let Fubao participate? If there is unfair behavior in the Olympic Games, it is you who prevent us from competing fairly!"
Mori laughed loudly twice, "Haha, what a joke, can you win if I let you compete fairly?"
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