When the legend reappears, people's emotions are often the easiest to be excited.

The 110-meter hurdle has an inseparable complex for Chinese people. Before Liu Xiaoxiang retired, the Chinese team was able to rank in the world in this event, but after he retired, there was no successor in this event.

Although there are several strengths, they always return in a bad way compared to athletes from other countries.

Although Ding Peng is only the first in the group stage, it is enough for the Chinese to have endless memories of this glory.

When the passion and glory buried in the blood vessels are stimulated again, they will be as unsuppressed as volcanic eruptions.

So the moment Ding Peng crossed the finish line, he seemed to hear all the people in China cheering and cheering for him.

In the stands, I don’t know how many people suddenly burst into tears at this moment.

There are men, women, and even some older people can't help but choke up.

It’s not sentimentality, it’s just for the loss and regained glory.

"I can finally see the hope of first place again."

"The Chinese who will never give in!"

"One of the horse will be the best, and the glory will be added!"

"Mr. Ding, thank you."

"We Chinese are the best!!"

"Ao!!!"

People are a little proud, and no matter how introverted people seem to be extremely enthusiastic and unrestrained at this moment.

The four Ding Manrou's sisters almost all their throats were hoarse. They were already lying on the sofa, laughing loudly, without any ladylike appearance. If their fans saw their current appearance, their corneas would probably be slit.

Jin Ling smiled and applauded, her eyes full of pride. She was becoming more and more satisfied with this old man, and she loved her deeper and deeper.

Zhao Fang's eyes were red and the applause never stopped.

Cheng Guanjie covered his face with both hands, and tears came out from his fingers.

It took him a long time to put down his hands, his face moist.

"Mr. Ding, I really don't know how to thank you, thank you, thank you."

Zhu Beibei is no longer a strong woman at this moment. She is just a little fan of Ding Peng. She looked at the old man on TV who was given a close-up shot with pride on her face.

"The old guy is pretty awesome, but it's a pity that I'm a step late to get to know you."

Zhao Yueguang, Ouyang Shan, Pan Dabao and Jin Ruhai were all going crazy. At this moment, they gave up everything and just shouted, roared, and moved.

Luo Xiaokai and Zhao Sheng from the United States also raised their wine glasses and made a dinging sound.

In a villa in Jinghai City, a man of 35 or 36 was sitting on the sofa. His hands were clenched, his eyes were red, his legs were trembling violently, and the muscles on his legs were beating wildly. At this moment, he really wanted to return to the court again and personally refresh the humiliation that had been for so many years.

"You should be very happy now." A woman came over with a plate of fruit and said softly as she looked at the picture on TV.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "I really didn't expect that the glory I had lost was snatched back by a man who was a few years older than me."

"Mr. Ding is a good athlete."

"No, he's not an athlete, he's a hero."

"Didn't you say you don't like him? You can't last long if you do anything."

"Now... I like it, even if he announces his retirement tomorrow, I like it."

"You sports people really don't know what you think, and this thing can't make money."

“The purpose of sports is not to make money.”

"Then why are you doing sports?"

"In order not to be looked down upon."

"...It's so profound. Have some fruits. Mr. Ding will have a competition in the afternoon."

"Then keep watching!"

At this time, all the athletes jumped up in the area where the Chinese track and field team was located.

Coach Ma Dongbo and Wen Tao, the deputy leader who served Ding Peng alone, couldn't help but hugged each other. The two old men jumped and jumped and shouted at the same time. What they knew was that the two were happy, and those who didn't know thought they had an abnormal relationship.

On the field, Ding Peng stretched out his index finger at the sky at the same time, raised his head and ran forward for a distance.

He did this move for nothing but to pay tribute to an athlete in his heart.

While Ding Peng was celebrating, American athlete Merritt held his knees with his hands bent over while panting while watching him.

At this moment, Merritt had a very complicated idea in his mind.

He didn't like Ding Peng, but out of respect for his fellow strong men, he couldn't hate Ding Peng.

He knew that although this was the group stage, Ding Peng definitely broke the record he had kept.

At this time, he also remembered what Ding Peng said to him before the game - Since you created this record of 10-meter hurdles, I will tell you responsibly that it will disappear today!

That's right, the record he created really disappeared, and was broken by such an old man in his forties and surpassed the past.

I am really unwilling to give up, but I can't help it.

He knew that even if he tried all his strength, he would not be able to break his previous best score, because he didn't know how he created that score at that time.

"Brother, that old man is so handsome." Just as Merritt looked at Ding Peng with a complicated look on his face, an athlete next to him suddenly said.

Merrita nodded, but soon felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at the athlete next to him and found that it was a South African athlete.

"Can you run or jump when you're in your forties?" Merritt asked.

The athlete shook his head and said, "It would be great if I could not worry about food and clothing when I was forty."

"So you envy him?"

"Don't you envy?"

"envious."

"Yes, he deserves our envy. I have always heard that there is an ancient and magical country called Huaxia in the distant East. I have never really understood it. It is estimated that only such a country can cultivate such magical people."

“…”

After the game, Ding Peng did not look back and hit Merritt again. He knew that it would be enough for this guy to break his record. It was not his style of taking advantage of the situation, at least not his style at this time.

Ding Peng returned to the resting place of the Chinese track and field team, and the athletes of the track and field team were screaming around Ding Peng just like the New Year.

"Mr. Ding, you were a little too bold in your last jump, right?"

"Yes, yes, have you ever thought about what to do if you can't jump?"

"Oh my God, Mr. Ding, I saw that you had the idea of ​​having you participate in the long jump when you jumped."

"That's not jumping, that's flying."

Listening to the praises of the group, Ding Peng was calm.

He has heard such words a lot, and he can hear them no matter which line he is in.

At this moment, Wen Tao came over and said, "Mr. Ding, the three remaining events you have today are swimming competitions. Let's go there now? Go to the place to have a rest."

Ding Peng nodded and said, "Then let's go over, and it's just a matter of seeing how Liu Zetao's performance is today."

"Liu Zetao's competition has ended. I just got the news that this kid also won the first place in the event that ended today."

"This young man is good. If you train him well in the future, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

They didn't stay here anymore, so Ding Peng and Wen Tao took a bus to the National Swimming Pool.

After coming to the National Swimming Pool, Ding Peng went directly to the lounge to rest. In the lounge, he saw Liu Zetao.

The young man was so energetic that he was talking and laughing.

"You don't know. Wilson was not far behind me at that time, and it seemed to be surpassing me. I thought how could that work? Our Chinese swimming team had not won second place under Mr. Ding's leadership, and even in the preliminary round, so I swam forward desperately. You don't understand my condition at all. I have a feeling that in my excited state at that time, even if Mr. Ding competes with me, I probably won't win. I..."

This kid was bragging, and suddenly he found a group of people looking behind him and laughing.

Liu Zetao suddenly felt something was wrong, and at the same time he felt that someone was coming behind him.

He hurriedly looked back and saw Ding Peng looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I...a group of scam guys, why don't you tell me?"

This guy has collapsed and has never seen such a teammate who is so damaged. If Mr. Ding comes, don’t you remind me? I’m still bragging here. How embarrassing it.

"Oh hehe~~I heard that someone wants to beat me." Ding Peng smiled.

Liu Zetao scratched his head embarrassedly and laughed: "Mr. Ding, you must have heard it wrong."

"No, I heard it really."

“Uh~~”

"You were in good shape at that time?"

"Ahem, I can't say it's so good, it's a piece of cake to beat Wilson anyway."

"It is possible to win me?"
To be continued...