It's a new world
Ophelia, 28 years old, looks like she is about to retire.
However, she will not give up the throne of victory so easily. She will only be 32 years old in 4 years. The queen of 100-meter track sprint is still recognized as the world's number one at the age of 35 this year. So what if she is 32 years old?
Qu Chi also heard the hidden meaning in her words, and felt honored to be able to spend a few more years with such a top master.
"So, should we look forward to the next Olympics? Don't be afraid. I'll only be 23 then, a very young athlete, right?"
"Little guy, you are really good at talking."
One is 32 years old and the other is 23 years old. Ophelia feels a lot of pressure just thinking about it. She might as well take advantage of now to win a few more games against her.
After the withdrawal, of the two remaining pairs of competitors, Filia, who returned to the competition, and another Asian competitor, Mimo, advanced directly. Filia, now 29, unfortunately lacks Ophelia's resolve to compete until age 35. Before the start of this year's Olympics, she announced her retirement after the Games.
This Olympics will be her last international competition. As a professional athlete, being able to step onto the Olympic stage twice has already proved that she is a legend.
Filia was very satisfied.
In the third group, one of the qualifying spots was won by Ottovi and a white player Dikana.
Excluding the six players who advanced directly, the remaining two players who advanced by substitution were Bailey, the runner-up of the last World Championships, and Cheryl, who is also Qu Chi's old rival.
At this level, everyone in the finals has more or less competed with each other before and has a deep understanding of each other's strengths.
The women's 400m final of this Olympics also opened with a bang amid great anticipation.
It was two o'clock in the morning on the 10th, local time. This was a time that night owls could easily get through, and everyone was still awake.
In the just-concluded relay final, it was a pity that the Chinese team was not seen. In the midst of disappointment, they also hoped that Qu Chi could set the best record for the yellow race on this track.
Although the IAAF records do not distinguish between races, Qu Chi's current achievements are already the best among the yellow race.
In the preparation area, eight contestants are already waiting to enter.
There are many people who come to talk to Qu Chi.
Cheryl: "It's a shame you can't participate in the relay race again, but we can still have a good competition this time."
Although Cheryl's current strength is obviously not as good as Qu Chi's, as an athlete, she will not admit defeat to Qu Chi. Until the results are announced, the winner is uncertain.
Ottovi has recovered well from his injury last year and is still as arrogant as before.
"Little girl, Filia is a thing of the past. In the future, I will be your opponent and keep you on your toes at all times, hehe."
Filia shrugged, not commenting on her sarcasm. However, she continued, "If I remember correctly, I was the winner of the bronze medal in the last Olympics. Don't you want to snatch it away from me?"
Ottovi: “We’ll see.”
Although there was smoke everywhere, Quchi was not affected at all.
She exercised seriously and balanced her increasingly excited mind and body.
Sometimes the state of the competition is a mystery. Not being excited enough is certainly not good, but if you are too excited, it will have a negative effect on a 400-meter runner who needs to control the rhythm. She is looking for a balance.
Amidst the gorgeous lights, Qu Chi entered the venue from the contestant channel, and the scene instantly became a sea of waving red.
There were quite a few Chinese spectators at the Olympics, and many of them were very satisfied with their gains in this Olympics. The Chinese team achieved great results in this Olympics, and this is going to be another exciting match.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening local time, but the night did not dampen their enthusiasm. Instead, it aroused everyone's expectations. Loud shouts accompanied by Qu Chi's waving and thunderous roars.
The evening breeze is gentle and cool.
Qu Chi finally closed her eyes and emptied her mind. She didn't think about anything, but many memories were still vivid in her mind.
There's even a scene of her stepping onto the track for the first time, defeating all her opponents and winning her first 100-meter medal.
Every medal, every result, every track.
The way she came.
Qu Chi covered his chest, where his heart was beating pounding.
Open your eyes, there is a track and opponents ahead.
Enough, enough.
She has never done anything that she would regret. Even if there are more changes in the future, she will remain the same as she is today, without any regrets.
But that's not enough. She wants to reach higher peaks. Her future will be filled with many dazzling moments.
"Everyone, take your positions!"
"preparation!"
"Bang!"
The sound of the starting gun is a fierce heartbeat, a fiery shout, footsteps stomping on the ground, arms swinging through the air, and—
It is every moment of breath that she surpasses her opponent.
"First tier! Quchi is currently firmly in the first tier. Our Quchi players are very motivated!"
"Ophelia currently holds the top spot, followed closely by Ottovi. This renowned athlete seems to have fully recovered from her injury. I look forward to her doing well tonight."
"The situation on the field is very tense right now. We all know that Qu Chi's rhythm has always been similar to that of Filia in the third lane, but the current position of the two is that Qu Chi is ahead. I wonder if this means that Qu Chi's control of the rhythm is more perfect."
"Enter the corner!"
"The players' positions are about to change!"
The commentary became more and more passionate, and on the screen, the players' positions changed violently. At the bends where the order was difficult to distinguish, all the players began to chase each other, and the division between the first and second echelons became no longer obvious.
Except...
"Ophelia and Qu Chi are so fast! There's simply a gap! Qu Chi's strength is so reassuring!"
It is indeed reassuring. At this moment, Ottovi is secretly fighting with other players, but the two in front are far ahead, giving the ones behind no chance to compete and get involved.
"Qu Chi is still holding on! Still accelerating! Qu Chi! Qu Chi!"
On the field, Qu Chi seemed tireless, and almost no one could be sure whether she had really slowed down, because they even felt that Qu Chi's speed was getting faster and faster!
"Fast in the corners is the real fast! Oh my goodness, Qu Chi's performance in the corners! Oh my goodness, fast in the back end is the real fast! Oh my goodness, Qu Chi! Qu Chi's back end is too strong! In the semi-finals, we were still wondering if she had reached her limit, but now, we can be sure that Qu Chi really has no limit!"
"Oh my god!" she said. "Thank goodness she was a professional commentator and didn't slur her words. But if she gets this excited any longer, it's not going to be the same."
"There's no limit to competitive sports! Quchi, she's challenging every limit! This is our Quchi! Our Chinese Quchi!"
Qu Chi's breathing had almost disappeared, her lungs were squeezing desperately, and the adrenaline seemed to sense that her body was sprinting to an impossible level, so she continued to speed up.
Technical moves? She no longer had the energy to care. She just wanted to take steps, take steps, she wanted to break through that finish line, she wanted to break through that—
It seems like an impossible line!
"They crossed the finish line! Almost at the same time! Qu Chi and Ophelia! Again! Again!"
In the commentary room, when everyone saw the finish line scene together, the commentator, who had stood up directly out of excitement and leaned forward more and more, suddenly lost her strength. She gasped for breath and the chair made a creaking sound, which was very abrupt in the silence at that time.
Everyone lost their strength.
They saw this similar scene again, but no matter what the result was, they would scream with excitement. At this moment, they were accumulating strength before the storm.
They took a deep breath and prepared to scream wildly for Qu Chi.
Because when that picture appears, it means Qu Chi will get at least a silver medal.
Silver medal, track and field, 400 meters, every two-two combination sounds so incredible. Who could have imagined that Qu Chi could win a medal in the Olympics, or even, at least a silver medal...
"Everyone, let's give a round of applause to Qu Chi. She is making history. Every step she takes is making history... The results are in!"
On the big screen, there was a flashback of the finishing line scene. When he saw clearly that the figure who crossed the finish line first in that thousandth of a second was red, white, and Qu Chi, the excited commentator in the commentary room shed tears.
It is a miracle. It can only be a miracle. Perhaps it is a gust of lucky wind, or it is the coming of God’s favor. It is also the result of decades of struggle and expectation of Chinese track and field sprinting.
Those blank spaces along the way seemed to be waiting for Qu Chi's grand appearance. The mountains rose from the ground, supporting the highest steps. Then, a person named Qu Chi stretched out her hand, and the sky was in her palm.
"Qu Chi is the champion."
Her voice was choked, but no one cared about her unprofessionalism at the moment because almost everyone was crying.
At the Olympics, Chinese spectators could only hug each other and shed tears.
Qu Chi was supported by the staff. She looked up and saw the new world she had come to.
First place, Qu Chi (CHINA), 48.35 seconds (PB/NB/WU20B).
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