She is the first
The 400-meter start is a curve, and at the curve, due to the different total lengths of the inner and outer circles, the starting lines of all the athletes are not at the same level. The ninth lane, which is the outermost lane, is in front of all the athletes.
This lane is not good. The lanes of the players in each competition roughly follow the principle of performance priority. The middle lane is the best and is generally assigned to players with better past performance.
As for the innermost and outermost——
Regardless of centrifugal force, from a psychological point of view, their shortcomings are that one bears the pressure of being constantly overtaken by the players behind, and the other bears the pressure of being left behind by everyone. As for Quchi, there was no reference result at all before, so it can only be ranked here.
This Open Tournament features 56 competitors. The preliminary round consists of seven groups of eight competitors each, using lanes two through nine. The top three competitors from each group advance directly to the next round, with the top three remaining competitors selected to make up the difference in the semifinals. The top two competitors from each group advance directly to the next round, with two additional players selected to make up the difference. Ultimately, eight competitors will compete in the finals.
Qu Chi looked at the empty stadium in front of him. After a day of silence, a smile slowly and involuntarily broke out on his almost cold face.
Long time no see.
A short first.
She didn't look back, but just got into the starting position. The touch of the starting block was clear and powerful. For a moment, it seemed as if it had a pair of hands, waiting to lift her up.
She knew that behind her were a group of contestants waiting to surpass her, all of them eyeing her eagerly, wanting to snatch away her "undeserved" first place.
But, what can she do? She doesn't want to give in at all.
If you have the ability, come and get it.
"Everyone, take your positions!"
"preparation!"
"Bang!"
When the starting gun sounded, Qu Chi was like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through the wind and the invisible barriers, and moving forward unstoppably.
Each step she took was light and sure, and the perfect feeling of stretching her body and mind in the previous step strengthened her confidence. Very good, that's it. Her whole body was very light now, and she only needed to push off the ground lightly to fly one meter away.
Qu Chi was first from the very beginning until the end of the curve and the merge into the straight, she was still first!
Some of the audience stood up, some were stunned, and some sat there in silence.
One of the three people who had been discussing this earlier was dumbfounded: "This girl is worthy of being a 100-meter runner. She's running so hard."
Condemn Brother couldn't hold it in any longer: "Hey, this rhythm isn't right. Were we trying so hard at the beginning? Were we trying our best? This is only the first 100 meters."
"The rhythm is broken?"
They discussed in low voices, but their eyes could not move away from the track. The sprint track was so tight and so short, and they were afraid that if they looked away they would miss the ever-changing scene.
The focus of attention was on the figure in the front who was riding a horse far away from the crowd.
Is her rhythm messed up? However, from the platform, her posture is so relaxed, her strides are long and easy. If you don't look at the other runners behind her who are gritting their teeth and swinging their arms, she almost looks like she is running a free long-distance race.
There is no rhythm breakdown, this is her rhythm.
In the second 100 meters, she was still at the front.
In the third hundred meters, she was still at the front!
In a trance, Qu Chi saw a person with a ponytail. The person's steps were as light as a swallow, right within her sight. So she also took steps, almost overlapping with hers. She followed the rhythm of the ponytail, step by step, and chased after her.
At the same time, it also leaves all opponents far behind.
"Qu Chi! Come on, Qu Chi!"
Someone gradually called out her name. The sprint track is so simple. As long as you are fast enough, your light will be dazzling enough to attract everyone's attention.
"Qu Chi! Qu Chi!"
Qu Chi heard the cheers from the audience, and she heard her own name, one louder than the other, never so clear and resounding as before.
It takes a stone to create waves in a calm lake.
She is the stone.
Moreover, it is a piece of jade that is shedding its shell and destined to shine.
"She crossed the finish line! She's really first! Oh my god! This girl is too fast!"
"Is this a switcher? Switching events? How long has she been training? No, even if she's not switching events, this speed is too fast!"
On the track, Zhang Feixiang, who was desperately chasing, looked pale.
The starting gun sounded, and she watched helplessly as the outsider's figure got farther and farther away, running faster and faster.
She suddenly thought that her initial speed hadn't warmed up well, causing the gap to widen, so she subconsciously sped up, but it exceeded her usual speed for the first 100 meters, which put a greater strain on her body. She then realized that the problem wasn't her, but the one in front of her...
The speed of Qu Chi in front is too fast!
She has rich competition experience and adjusted her rhythm immediately. The most taboo in 400 meters is to be led by others. Qu Chi used to be a 100-meter athlete. There is a high probability that her rhythm is wrong, but she can still adjust it now. She just needs to pace according to her own rhythm, and she will be able to overtake her in the third track.
This is one of the charms of the 400-meter track. Overtaking may not be a good thing, and technology often brings the best results. Even if she falls behind at the beginning, as long as her overall speed is fast throughout the race, she can win.
But who can tell her why Quchi hasn't slowed down yet!
Did she slow down? It was impossible not to slow down. This was already the second bend, the third hundred meters! She must have slowed down, but the gap between them was still huge.
No, no, Zhang Feixiang gritted her teeth and increased her speed. The soreness in her body had reached its peak at this stage. She squeezed out a burst of speed with her perseverance, and seemed to have shortened the distance a little.
But soon, the bend ended, and she watched Qu Chi running out like a mad leopard. The gap that had just narrowed seemed to be an illusion, and she could only see her back.
Quchi, first.
She slowly released her strength, and the air in her chest quickly exchanged with the outside world, like a pump valve, squeezing out her emotions bit by bit.
Qu Chi's legs were just a little weak. She turned around and looked at the contestants behind her. During the whole process, she didn't let anyone run in front of her. She did it, she did it.
Qu Chi looked up at the sky, adjusted his breathing, and tried to raise the corners of his mouth...
But I really want to cry.
Qu Chi clenched his right fist to suppress his increasingly uncontrollable heart, closed his eyes, and did not look at the results on the display.
My heart is still beating.
It had nothing to do with the results, it only mattered about the long race track she had just run.
It was so long, and every step was like pressing the play button, showing the images she had left on the track one by one. Her short sports career was only enough for those pictures to play to the end.
The curtain fell and she stood on another track, looking back at the track she came from, but there was nothing there.
"Qu Chi! Qu Chi! You're awesome!"
A distorted voice, clearly transmitted through a loudspeaker, erupted from the audience. The man's voice sounded like it was about to break, and the excitement of the crowd around him was no louder than his plug-in.
It's rare to be so excited, it's like winning the gold medal in the Olympics.
Qu Chi couldn't help laughing, and a clear voice came from beside him.
"Qu Chi, you are so awesome. I thought you really changed your project, but it turned out..." It was Zhang Feixiang.
She was panting and pale, looking even more tired than Qu Chi, who came in first.
Qu Chi: "I did change projects."
Zhang Feixiang was incredulous. Could this be the legendary prodigy? "How long have you been training?"
"Two or three months."
Qu Chi looked up at the screen. First place—
52.57 seconds (pb)
The figure with ponytail also looked up at the screen, then disappeared silently. Qu Chi was just distracted for a moment, and the people around him and in the audience began to boil.
"This looks like it's 50 seconds away, why are you so excited?"
"Bah! Have you even seen the competition? If you haven't, how can you stop talking nonsense? There are no more than five women in the country who can run under 54 seconds! Last year's season best was only 52.67 seconds, and this is a new athlete. Regardless of whether she switched to another sport, she will definitely achieve better results in the 400 meters in the future!"
"I just checked, and this Qu Chi really used to run the 100 meters. Oh my god, the 100-meter training is so intense that it can push athletes' 400-meter times to 53 seconds, no, even under 52.60 seconds? She seems to be only 18!"
Qu Chi withdrew his gaze and began to search among the audience around him.
She didn't know whether that person was there or where he was if he was.
Just now on the court, she was surrounded by cheers, and she couldn't tell if any of them were familiar voices.
Now, she really wanted to find him quickly.
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