The next morning.

Sanwang was preparing to compete in the 100-meter breaststroke final. Several athletes from the Japanese swimming team came over, and Matsuda Kojima took a look at Sanwang. He was the current top scorer in the 100-meter breaststroke, while Sanwang was fifth. He didn't think Sanwang had the strength to compete with him for first place, so he wasn't worried.

Coach Bian was afraid that he would be overwhelmed by his opponent, so he comforted him: "Sanwang, don't be nervous."

Sanwang: "I'm not nervous, coach, don't be nervous."

Coach Bian breathed a sigh of relief: I was actually a little nervous.

He estimated that Sanwang's advantage was in the short course. In the 50-meter short course breaststroke preliminaries in the afternoon and the 50-meter breaststroke short course finals tomorrow morning, he was certain that Sanwang could at least get a silver medal.

It seems that we can give up the 100m freestyle for now, as the Japanese team is too strong and Sanwang is still young and has no advantage.

In the next 100-meter breaststroke in the long pool, Sanwang’s advantage was not great, because Japanese breaststroke champion Matsuda Kojima…

"The 100m breaststroke final will be held in the short pool of Swimming Pool No. 2, followed by the 1500m freestyle in the long pool..."

Suddenly, the sound of changing the competition pool came from the radio.

Coach Bian was stunned for a moment, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "The opportunity has come! Sanwang, we can still give it a try in the 100-meter short pool. It's really Max's blessing!"

Sanwang: ...Max, are you sure?

He said calmly: "Coach, I try my best every time."

The 25-meter pool is what Sanwang is most familiar with. Except for the 200-meter pool, where he is a little confused, he has advantages everywhere else. He is familiar with the short pool, he has advantages in turning, he has advantages in holding his breath, and the 25-meter short pool...

Coach Bian feels happier than when he was promoted to national coach.

"Next, please prepare for the 100-meter breaststroke final!"

Sanwang stood on the diving platform, stepped on the pressure device, bent his waist, raised his head, and stared at the water.

He was fifth, so the race track was second.

There is an unscientific saying in the circle that the two middle lanes must be the champions and runners-up because they had the best results in the preliminaries, and the middle lane will push the waves to both sides, forming water waves to suppress the players on both sides of the lanes.

Sanwang doesn't care. If you are fast enough and move ahead, you can suppress others.

After all, the water flow is towards the athletes, not all the water flow will suppress them, so he does not believe this statement at all.

If you are slow, you don't need others to suppress you.

As the starting whistle sounded, Sanwang dived into the water like a swordfish. It was as if an invisible big hand exerted extra force on him, and he kept rushing forward in the water.

None of the spectators sitting in the stands stood up, clenched their fists, and stared at the swimming pool.

They had already seen Sanwang's unique skills in the 50-meter swimming pool. He experienced less resistance in the water than others, so he could run farther and hold his breath longer!

The other athletes have already jumped out of the water and started to do frog jumps continuously. Every kick and stroke consumes physical energy.

Sanwang was the last one to jump out of the water, and ended up being on par with the others, even surpassing the player in the first lane.

I saw him leap out of the water, not straight up but heading forward. As he fell, he kicked his legs and paddled the water, covering a greater distance and with greater ease than others.

The most special thing is that he can exert maximum power with each stroke. When his arms stroke underwater, his body rushes forward a long distance. At this time, the water seems to exert greater force on his hands.

"Turn around, turn around!"

"He turned around right after he came out of the water! Too fast!"

He turned around and rushed out like a swordfish.

"Wang entered the water like a rain of swords, too fast! He has already caught up with the fourth place... Oh, too fast! He overtook him in an instant..."

…

"Another turn, Wangwang surpassed the third place again..."

…

"In the last turn, China Wang is already on par with Xiaodao. Who will win?... Oh, I'm behind... After all, I'm still a child. I've used up too much energy... Xiaodao has the advantage of height, great strength, and long arms. He will reach out in advance... China Wang Wang!!! That's great!"

"China Wangwang, in the final sprint, as if with divine help, caught up with Xiaodao and touched the wall first!"

Coach Bian and others jumped up excitedly, hugged and high-fived each other. If the Chinese were not so reserved, they would have almost rushed into the swimming pool to lift Sanwang out.

Sanwang got ashore and remained calm, as if nothing was a big deal.

After all, for him, as long as he can participate, he has a chance. The most terrifying thing is that he is not allowed to participate.

Matsuda Kojima walked over and held out his hand to him, "Hello Han Wangmin, I'm Matsuda Kojima."

Immediate translation help.

Sanwang persuaded himself that Japanese athletes were not the Japs that the teacher had described, they were different, and the two countries had already established diplomatic relations, so he shook hands with Matsuda Kojima: "Hello."

Matsuda Kojima didn't expect this child to be so calm and not even excited about winning the gold medal.

"Aren't you excited about winning the gold medal?" he couldn't help but ask.

Sanwang looked calm, his eyes sparkling, "I'm so excited. I'm so excited. I'm so excited when I think about getting more gold medals next time."

The translator standing by was stunned. The Chinese are known to be humble.

Matsuda Kojima listened to the translation, looked at Sanwang's expression, and fell silent.

Coach Bian and others rushed over and carried Sanwang out.

Sanwang's calmness in front of his family was already eaten up by himself. He was so excited that he screamed, "Don't throw it. Am I afraid of heights?"

Everyone has thrown it to him.

Henry ran over and took some photos. He had been waiting there posing for the photos. This time he was doing an interview with the Chinese team and following Sanwang's game. The whole process was very successful!

…

100m breaststroke awards ceremony.

The Asian Games played the national anthem and raised the national flag for the top three athletes, which is the highest respect for the athletes and the motherland.

"Gold medalist - Han Wangmin from China!"

"Silver medalist - Matsuda Kojima from Japan!"

"Bronze medal..."

First, the Chinese national flag was raised and the March of the Volunteers was played.

Everyone stand up!

Sanwang strictly abided by the principle of neither being humble nor overbearing as mentioned by Captain Zhao. With a smile on his face and a calm expression, he trotted to the award platform.

He stood still and waved his arms towards the audience - this was planned in advance for him, in case he was too restrained and afraid or too unrestrained and jumped around.

After the award ceremony was completed, Sanwang ran down with the gold medal hanging around his neck.

Henry stopped him and asked, "King Sa, King Sa, how do you feel about winning the gold medal?"

Sanwang took the gold medal and bit it, then asked excitedly, "Is it real gold?"

Henry: ……… For example, he didn’t even know what to say, “You are here to fight for honor, not for a piece of gold.” But looking at Sanwang’s expression, he looked like he was here to fight for gold. What’s going on?

In the 50-meter breaststroke, there was no suspense, Sanwang won the silver medal, but he lost to Matsuda Kojima because the distance was too short and he could not take advantage of it.

But Matsuda Kojima was not happy at all, because he saw the potential of Sanwang, and he estimated that he would not be his opponent in the next Asian Games.

He even sees a future for the 50m and 100m freestyle events in the Asian Games, which are probably also Sanwang's absolute domain.

Because this kid is more talented in freestyle, breaststroke is just a test of the water because of his young age.

Oh, am I going to retire? Is the Japanese team's 20-year dominance in the Asian Games going to be broken?

…

"China National Radio, listeners, this is the Tehran Asian Games. The Asian Games are drawing to a close. Our athletes have won 35 gold, 64 silver and 27 bronze medals this year... On September 16, the 7th Iran Asian Games came to a successful conclusion. The Chinese team won the first match, which marked the beginning of the era for our national team to compete in international competitions. We believe that four years later, our athletes will achieve even better results in the 8th Asian Games..."

The radio broadcasts the Asian Games events, China's gold medals and other exciting events every day.

The Flying Fish teenager won the gold medal in the 100m breaststroke and the silver medal in the 50m breaststroke.

Li Zheng also won the gold medal in the men's three-meter springboard.

It is worth mentioning that the Chinese water polo team adhered to Vice Chairman Deng’s instruction of “pocketing two gold medals and returning a favor” and, in the fierce competition, finally gave Iran one point and handed over the water polo gold medal to the Iranian national team.

The whole country of Iran was particularly looking forward to this gold medal. At the moment of winning the championship, the sports officials present jumped into the swimming pool in suits to celebrate with the Iranian players and expressed their sincere gratitude to the Chinese team.

On the day the Chinese team returned, Prince Ghulam of Iran, together with his wife and daughter, came to see them off and shook hands with the head of the Chinese delegation and heavyweight athletes one by one.

Henry squeezed several times, but was stopped by the Iranian police each time, and he shouted anxiously.

He wants to go in and take this exclusive photo!

Finally, Coach Bian signaled and the police let him in. He took big steps and ran towards the crowd.

As a result, his foot tripped and he fell to the ground with a "bang" -

This sudden change startled everyone who was shaking hands and saying goodbye.

Henry immediately shouted, "Cheers!" and then took a photo of Marty and Sanwang shaking hands.

Fortunately, he was used to falling, so even if he fell he would instinctively protect the camera, so apart from the pain in his knee, the camera was safe.

Sanwang and Marty laughed, "Henry, you are so smart."

He clearly fell down, but he pretended to lie down to take pictures. Haha.

Henry limped over and said, "I am overwhelmed by your friendship."

Marty took off a chain inlaid with red stones from her neck and said, "Han Wangmin, you gave me the blue stone of friendship, and I gave you the red stone of friendship."

Henry found that Marty had a blue stone on a golden chain hanging around her neck. The stone looked pretty good. Of course, the red stone she gave to Sanwang was even better, tied with a silver chain and sparkling in the sun.

Sanwang lowered his head and let her put it on him. He said sincerely, "Thank you, Marty. You are welcome to visit China if you have the chance."

Marty covered her mouth and laughed, "You know my name is not Ma Ti."

Sanwang stroked his shaved head embarrassedly and chuckled.

Before, Sanwang couldn't help it and quietly asked Henry and Li Zheng why a pretty girl was called Ma Ti. Henry didn't mind it as he knew that Sanwang must not have understood because of his poor English.

But Li Zhenglei was hit hard!

How could someone name a young lady Horse Hoof? It's impossible even if you think about it from the heel of the foot.

"Her name is Marty, we translated it phonetically. You can't think of her as a horse hoof anyway."

So Sanwang learned a trick: whenever a name was translated from a phonetic symbol, he would think of a nice word to represent it.

Of course, as he grew older, he had more opportunities to go abroad and his English improved, and these little accidents no longer happened.

Sanwang sincerely expressed his apologies to Miss Marty.

Marty smiled generously, "I'm not that stingy. Can I call you Sanwang?"

Sanwang scratched his head. Sanwang is a nickname. I am so old now. I can’t let everyone in the world call me by my nickname. However, he couldn’t say no when he looked into Marty’s eyes which were bigger than anyone else’s. He nodded and said, “Friends can call me whatever they like.”

"Then... can we communicate?" Marty looked at him expectantly.

Sanwang was stunned.

Correspondence!!! Why do you all love writing letters so much?

Does making friends mean writing more letters? He loves making friends, but he hates writing letters the most.

Why can't I use that microphone or something? If I can broadcast, I should be able to communicate, yes, telephone, international telephone. But it seems that international calls are not that easy to make.

Seeing his troubled look, Marty thought he was worried about political issues, so she smiled and said, "We are friendly neighbors. There won't be any trouble."

Sanwang laughed out loud, his bright smile carrying the cleanliness and clarity that only a teenager can have in the blue sky. "Okay, I like receiving letters from my friends the most."

I just don’t like writing.

Farewell, boarding, waving, blessing.

Marty and Henry stood under the blue sky, watching the plane soar into the sky, like an arrow breaking through the void, tearing open a new era belonging to the Chinese.

Henry murmured, "Looking forward to the reunion, my friend."

Marty held her friendship stone and smiled, "Mr. Henry, I also hope you can promote my motherland."

Henry shook her hand. "Of course, this is our duty as journalists. You are welcome to visit the United States in the future, Miss Marty."

Marty nodded: "I will go to the United States to study."

At that time, she did not know that three years later, her country would begin to enter a new state, and she would begin her own overseas exile a year later.

On the plane, Sanwang leaned against the window and looked out. At first he could see the people in the airport getting smaller and smaller and finally turning into ants. Now he could see nothing. There were only clouds and sunshine around him.

Although he felt a little sad when he first said goodbye to his friends, once he flew into the blue sky and thought about going home, he became so excited that he could hardly sit still. He wanted to fly and jump!

He took out his gold medal and compared it with Li Zheng's. "Are they the same size? Is it really just golden yellow, but not gold?"

Li Zheng: ...You already have such a big ruby, why are you obsessed with gold?

Sanwang: "Coach, coach, can we have a day off now?"

He wants to go home.

Coach Bian had already told him that he would be given a holiday after the Asian Games and allowed to go home and live for a while, so it naturally counted.

"After you go back and attend the celebration banquet, I'll give you a day off."

Sanwang wasn't interested in celebration banquets, but since it was arranged by the organization, he still had to obey.

When everyone was asleep, Sanwang took the red stone and looked at it. The crystal clear stone looked like red glass.

He thought that his mother would definitely like it and felt that he had not lost out.

Sanwang's wife Cai Mi Niang was busy working in the county research laboratory while listening to the radio.

The Regional Special Materials Research Laboratory was eventually established in the county, but not together with the Revolutionary Committee, because it required the use of noisy machinery and also required confidentiality, so it was located slightly away from the county seat.

This was originally the residence of a wealthy family in the city. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the house was nationalized as a result of the crackdown on local tyrants and the bourgeoisie.

There are three courtyards in total, with two small side courtyards. The invited craftsmen and technicians live in the front courtyard, the two side courtyards are used as research rooms and processing rooms, the atrium is used as a reception room and exhibition room, and the backyard is an important data room. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission.

The two technicians were invited by Director Fang from the May 7th Cadre School. One was named Li and the other was named Wu. Both of them had been teachers at a technical college and had worked in mines. They had unique insights into geology and mining.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Lan was preparing to go home from get off work.

Her household registration is still in the commune, but her job relationship has allowed her to be seconded from the commune to the county, where she is responsible for publicity work in four communes, including Shanshui Commune and Qingshi Commune, as well as work in the research laboratory.

Her job is relatively free. She can go to the countryside, do publicity, or work in the office. She can arrange her schedule based on the work content.

She greeted the two technicians, "Engineer Li, Engineer Wu, I'm leaving first."

The two waved their hands at her and said, "There's nothing to do here, just go back."

Lin Lan put her small radio on her waist and rode her bicycle to the Revolutionary Committee to meet Han Qingsong.

In the Public Security Bureau compound, I happened to run into Miao Hongying.

Lin Lan glanced at her but didn't speak. Ever since the fight, even though the old director had helped to mediate, Lin Lan still didn't like to talk to her in private.

Miao Hongying pursed her lips, her nose flushed with sourness. "Hey, Mr. Lin, your work attitude is not good. Why do you always carry a radio with you everywhere?"

Lin Lan: "I call this dedication. People like you who are so idle that they are maggots will never understand."

I need to hear news about my son, do propaganda, and keep an eye on national affairs. How can I have the time to pay attention to you?

You don’t look good!

Miao Hongying also felt aggrieved. Now she felt more and more powerless. It seemed that the method of criticism and accusation had no effect.

Originally, she thought that Commander District was her father's sworn brother, and that was a close relationship between her family. Little did she know that Han Qingsong and Lin Lan would later establish a relationship with Commander Chen. Later, Commander Chen even called her father and repeatedly praised Han Qingsong and Lin Lan as good comrades, hardworking and conscientious, with outstanding abilities, and talents needed by the party and the government.

Who wouldn't understand the implication? It was clearly asking the old man to take better care of him and not to cause any trouble.

But can I take care of him? He and my man are competitors, and this director must be my man.

Miao Hongying was really jealous of this woman Lin Lan. Why was she so arrogant? What were you so arrogant about?

Especially since Lin Lan ignored her!

Miao Hongying couldn't stand Lin Lan's cold eyes, which clearly said "You are nothing" and "If you have nothing to do, just go away", which was simply an insult to the family of revolutionaries.

She chased Lin Lan into the office building. "Hey, Mr. Lin, what's your attitude? You should at least greet your comrades when you meet them. You can't be so arrogant just because you got promoted. You have to maintain the humility of a worker and..."

"Shut up!" Lin Lan said impatiently.

Miao Hongying was stunned for a moment, and then became even more anxious. "You, you want me to shut up? Instead of saying that you are an official in the government and I am a factory official, you say that I am a revolutionary and a working class person..."

"Put away your knife!" Lin Lan pushed the door and entered the office.

Miao Hongying rushed over to block her way, "Knife? What knife? You are slandering me, where is the knife?"

Lin Lan frowned, stared at her, pointed at her mouth, and said slowly: "Chatter, chatter."