Lu Hao has been competing all day. The remaining events are the semifinals of the men's 4x100m relay, the mixed 4x100m relay, and the heats of the men's 400m.
In the fiercely competitive mixed relay race, when the Chinese team stepped onto the track, they found themselves among a sea of athletes of different races. As the only Asian representatives present, the Chinese team stood out conspicuously. The French team, in particular, stood out even more in this colorful crowd.
Having experienced the first two group matches, Lu Hao now understood the capabilities of his teammates and knew that to win, he needed to give it his all. He had gradually grown into a core figure in the Chinese national track and field sprint team. He recalled the small jade bottle his mother had given him, filled with mysterious spiritual water. For many years, it was this water that had allowed him to maintain a perfectly balanced and healthy state of body. Even more miraculously, no matter how advanced the testing methods used, they could not detect the mysterious components contained within this spiritual water.
Last night, the relay team members held a meeting. Near the end of the meeting, he took the bottle in front of him, which contained four drops of magical water, and went to his seven teammates, pouring each of them about half a glass of water. Then, he raised his glass and made a joyful and bold celebration gesture. Seeing this, the others followed suit, raised their glasses together, and then drank them down in one gulp.
As soon as he woke up in the early morning, sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, falling gently onto the earth and awakening all things from their slumber. After entering the Bird's Nest Stadium, Lu Hao looked up at the sky. It was a rare sight to see such a blue sky in Beijing; it was truly a pleasant surprise. The seven people who had drunk water the night before were in remarkably good spirits, as if they had been infused with boundless energy.
Lu Hao was participating in the mixed 4x100m relay. As the last and crucial leg of the relay, he was somewhat nervous, his gaze fixed firmly on the finish line in the distance, silently encouraging himself. At the same time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the American sprinter Phillips and Jamaican world sprinter Bolt beside him. Lu Hao knew that the biggest challenge he faced in this race was these two exceptionally strong athletes.
After everyone entered the stadium and was warming up, Bolt suddenly turned to look at Lu Hao beside him. He remembered that two days ago, when Lu Hao won the championship, it was also his birthday, and the entire stadium sang "Happy Birthday" to him. A friendly smile appeared on his face. Seeing this, Lu Hao was slightly taken aback at first, but quickly recovered and responded with a polite and confident smile.
Just then, Phillips, standing to the side, curled his lip in disdain, his face radiating arrogance and confidence. He quickly turned his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the finish line not far away, as if endless glory awaited him there. This time, he was determined to win the gold medal to prove his strength. After all, he had lost to the two beside him in the previous competition, but he firmly believed that it was only because he hadn't given it his all.
Suddenly, a sharp "bang" rang out, like a thunderclap ripped through the sky, instantly shattering the brief silence of the arena. Lu Hao and the other runners were jolted; they all clearly realized—the competition had officially begun! At this moment, they had no time to pay attention to the cheers of the spectators on either side or any other distractions; their minds were solely focused on the baton they were about to pass and the seemingly unattainable yet so close finish line.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the third leg of the race. Lu Hao slightly turned his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his teammate speeding towards him from the bend. The slight tension he had felt earlier had subsided as the race progressed. He noticed a small curve on the track ahead, a curve that might be insignificant in the grand scheme of the race, but a faint smile involuntarily crept onto Lu Hao's lips.
As his teammates drew closer, Lu Hao's heartbeat became increasingly steady, and his steps began to move forward rhythmically, as if driven by an invisible force. Finally, the moment the baton, symbolizing hope and responsibility, touched his palm, Lu Hao grasped it tightly without hesitation, as if seizing the reins of fate. At that moment, the cheers and shouts of the entire audience resounded through the sky, and Lu Hao, carrying everyone's expectations, sprinted towards the finish line of victory... and then ran forward with all his might. At this moment, Phillips from the "Beautiful Country" and "Not-So-Beautiful Country" and Bolt from Jamaica were already ahead of him.
Despite the fierce competition, Lu Hao was not disturbed by the surrounding noise. He continued to move forward steadily according to his own established pace. Moreover, as he got closer to the finish line, Lu Hao gradually increased his speed. This steady and continuous acceleration made his advantage more and more obvious.
With just 50 meters to go, an unexpected turn of events occurred—Phillips, who had been leading the entire way, was suddenly overtaken by Lu Hao! At that moment, Phillips was only two body lengths behind Bolt. The entire stadium erupted in a frenzy, with spectators rising to their feet, waving flags, and cheering loudly for the athletes. Everyone knew that if Lu Hao could successfully overtake Bolt, he would undoubtedly win the coveted gold medal, which would become China's first gold medal in track and field at this year's Olympics!
At this moment, the commentator in front of the TV screen was already too excited to contain himself. He shouted in a nearly hoarse voice, "Sprint! Sprint!" And in the last 10 meters of the track, a miracle really happened—Lu Hao was running neck and neck with Bolt! Everyone's heart was in their throat, every nerve was taut to the limit, and everyone stared intently at the finish line, anxiously waiting for the final result to be revealed.
Finally, at the moment he crossed the finish line, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers! After precise calculations, Lu Hao narrowly defeated Bolt by an extremely slim margin of 0.01 seconds, successfully winning China's first sprint gold medal in athletics at this Olympic Games!
The bright red Chinese national flag slowly rose, and the majestic and stirring national anthem resounded throughout the stadium... The national anthem filled the entire stadium. It wasn't just music; it was the entire stadium of 100,000 Chinese people singing loudly.
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