"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

The sound of cheering around became louder and louder, and gradually became uniform. When Chen Qiang arrived at the finish line, the scattered cheering sound had become a unified sound.

The original cheering sounds were shouting each other, just like a shouting in the vegetable market, but in just six or seven seconds, these sounds naturally twisted into a rope and turned into the same rhythm. This unifying shout was far more powerful than the messy cheering sound.

The disappointment that Deng Zhiguo brought when he lost to the Japanese and the humiliation brought by the "Sick Man in East Asia" was released in these "Come on". Although there were not many people shouting, they felt like a tsunami.

The sound of cheering came into Gu Sansanwu's ears, causing him a sense of fear.

When Masao Yamazaki said the four words "Sick Man in East Asia", the audience was silent. Tan Sanwu thought that these Chinese people were afraid and retreated. However, when he heard the unwillingness and anger revealed in the cheering sound, he realized that the silence of the previous silence was not fear and retreat, but silence.

Now, they burst out in silence!

And it was Chen Qiang who ignited all this. He was the spark that was enough to start a prairie fire!

Gu Sansanwu turned his attention to the track. The competition was approaching the end. Chen Qiang no longer maintained the high speed as before, but he still maintained a five or six-meter lead.

At the end of the 100-meter sprint, the lead is five or six meters, which is about 0.5 seconds, which cannot be reversed.

"Yamazaki Jun actually lost!" Although Gu San Sanwu was unwilling to admit it, the facts were in front of him.

"How is it possible that Yamazaki Kun lost to a Chinese, and he is a Chinese of the same age as him!"

Masao Yamazaki is not the fastest among his peers in Japan, but he is definitely the best among all high school students in Japan. Tani Sanwu never thought that Masao Yamazaki would lose to Chinese people of his age.

The moment Chen Qiang crossed the finish line, Gu Sansanwu suddenly remembered that the flags set by both sides before the game, and the loser had to admit that he was the sick man of East Asia. This was an extremely uncomfortable slap in the face.

As for kneeling, it is naturally ignored by Gu San Sanwu. After all, the kneeling culture in Japan is very popular. If you admit that you are the sick man in East Asia, it would be too uneven if you don’t kneel down!

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Chen Qiang crossed the finish line!

The finish line really pulled a line.

There is no electronic timer in this era, so a rope will be removed at the end point, and athletes will not bow their heads and run the line, but will thrust their chests and hit the line.

After all, the high-speed photography technology was not yet developed at that time, and there was no way to make a judgment using shoulder-pressing and line-bumping technology. It would be better to straighten your chest and move forward so that the referee can make a clear judgment with the naked eye.

Chen Qiang also knew this, so he did not use the line crossing technique before the finish line, but rushed through the finish line directly with his chest. Fortunately, the speed before the finish line is already very fast, and using one line crossing technique will only cost him 0.1 second.

"Win, we won!" The cheers around him continued. At this moment, everyone was filled with a feeling of being proud.

Masao Yamazaki followed closely and rushed through the finish line. However, this "following closely" was just a visual feeling. The gap of about 0.5 seconds was only a blink of an eye, but the distance was five or six meters away.

"I actually lost!" Masao Yamazaki stared at Chen Qiang straight, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

"Is it because I ran too slowly? It must be like this. I performed poorly just now, so I lost. Otherwise, how could I, Masao Yamazaki, lose to a Chinese!" Masao Yamazaki, said in his heart.

"Yes, this is just an accident. If you want to compare again, you must compare again. As long as I perform normally, it is impossible to lose to this Chinese!"

Thinking of this, Masao Yamazaki has proposed to re-competition.

At this moment, the referee teacher at the finish line shouted out the results of the two.

"Second place, 12 seconds 7!" The referee said, looking at Masao Yamazaki.

Masao Yamazaki was slightly stunned. He knew that the second place in the referee was himself, and the 12-second 7th time was 0.1 seconds faster than the 12-second 8th time. Considering that Masao Yamazaki spent some physical strength in the previous game, this 12-second 7th time could be regarded as Masao Yamazaki's super-level performance.

Masao Yamazaki also realized this. Masao Yamazaki still knew what kind of strength he was. Being able to run for 12 seconds was definitely not a malfunction. Even if he was compared again, Masao Yamazaki would not be likely to run faster.

"12 seconds 7, this is the faster I can run. I didn't perform well and actually lost. How fast is that Chinese!" Masao Yamazaki couldn't help but look at Chen Qiang.

At this time, the referee also turned his attention to Chen Qiang and said excitedly: "First place, 12 seconds 2!"

"What? 12 seconds 2! 0.5 seconds faster than me!" Yamazaki Masao was shocked. He had never run into a 12-second time in his life.

"That Chinese can actually run to 12 seconds 2! If I really compete again, I will just humiliate myself. With such a fast speed, even if I compete ten times, I will never be able to defeat him!" Masao Yamazaki took a breath. At this time, he was even a little lucky and did not say the requirement to compete again.

But Chen Qiang shook his head slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with this achievement.

In the future, the 100-meter sprinter's time of 12 seconds 2 is not fast. The national third-level athlete's standard achievement score is 12 seconds 4, and the national second-level athlete's standard achievement score is 11 seconds 5, and a 12 seconds 2 run, which is between a second-level athlete and a third-level athlete. In the future, any county-level middle school can capture a large number of sports students who meet the standards. A 12 seconds 2 score may not be able to look at you in person.

Chen Qiang is a top professor at the University of Sports. He usually studies world record holders like Bolt. How could a score of 12 seconds 2 be able to get into Chen Qiang's eyes?

"This 12-second 2 result is mainly achieved through technology. The squat-mounted starting technology and the running and running technology I use are not available in this era, so I will be faster than Masao Yamazaki. If it were Deng Zhiguo and others, they could defeat Masao Yamazaki. In this way, my body is still weak!"

Chen Qiang actually understands very well that in terms of health, he is definitely not as good as Fudan students like Deng Zhiguo, and even worse than Japanese athletes like Masao Yamazaki. They usually don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, not to mention fish and meat every meal, at least there are eggs to eat and meals to keep full.

Since Chen Qiang's family was destroyed, he was hungry and full, and almost starved to death on the way to escape, so his body naturally could not be strong. If he hadn't been in the training space for 100 meters of sprint training, he would not have been able to achieve this result today.

"I have to earn more money and eat more and replenish my body. But this is a matter for the future. Now I need to suppress the arrogance of the Japanese!" Chen Qiang said in his heart, and then looked at Masao Yamazaki.

"Hey, Japanese, you lose, it's time to fulfill your promise!" Chen Qiang said.

"Promise!" Yamazaki Masao's face suddenly changed, and his clenched fists seemed to be about to squeeze out bleeding.

The loser must kneel down and admit that he is the sick man of East Asia!

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Chapter completed!