The moment the gunshots were fired, eight athletes rushed out directly.

This is the semi-final. There are three groups of athletes, each group of eight, with a total of twenty-four people. After the semi-finals, the eight with the best results will be selected from the twenty-four people to enter the finals.

Therefore, the elimination rate is still very high, and every athlete dares not take it lightly and is rushing forward with all his strength.

Bogt was like a black lightning bolt. He started the moment the starting gun was fired. His long legs were strong and powerful, and each step was at least one meter. The key was that the frequency of swinging of the two legs was also very fast.

Ding Peng's start was also very good, but people found that he was thrown behind by Boggot when he ran out about ten meters.

That's right, although it's just a wrong physical distance, it's also behind.

Seeing this scene, the audience's hearts suddenly became thrust again.

"Oh~~Mr. Ding started playing exciting again."

"Geese, goose, goose~~What's going on? The slowest time Mr. Ding ran ahead was also moving forward with Boggot. Why did he fall behind this time?"

"Damn, Boggart ran so fast."

"Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng is actually going to catch up with Mr. Ding."

"Ahhhh, who can tell me what's going on? Why is Mr. Ding so slow?"

"It's okay, at least in the top three."

"What do you understand one by one? Mr. Ding calls it first and then rise, and only uses the ultimate move at the end. He forgot how the javelin was played?"

"Hey~~ it's right."

On the field, Ding Peng looked at Boggart in front, then at Zhao Feng who was almost on par with him, smiled, but did not chase him, but still ran forward at a "normal" speed.

No miracle happened. Ding Peng was surpassed by Zhao Feng at 90 meters, and he only won third place.

This makes many people feel incredible.

Ding Peng lost.

That's right, in people's opinion, Ding Peng lost if he didn't get first, and he didn't even get second.

At the end, Boggart stood there panting, and Zhao Feng also held his knees with both hands and panting.

When he saw Ding Peng coming, Boggart looked at him with a strange look.

"Why?" Boggart asked.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "What's the reason?"

“You can run faster.”

"It's not as fast as you run."

"If you do your best, you should be able to catch up with me."

"I've tried my best."

"You don't."

"Haha, believe it or not."

"You're insulting the game."

"It doesn't matter. In your eyes, competition may be a life-and-death decision. In my eyes, this is just a sport."

“…”

Looking at Ding Peng who was indifferent, Boggart didn't know what to say.

Finally, he glared at Ding Peng fiercely and said, "I hope you can do your best in the finals. What I want to win is a full of energy!"

After saying that, Boggart left angrily.

Looking at Boggart's figure, Zhao Feng gasped and said, "Mr. Ding, I don't understand why."

Ding Peng smiled and said, "If you don't understand, you won't understand. Anyway, you are not going to take the college entrance exam."

"But this is a gold medal."

"Don't fight, the gold medal is mine, just win the bronze medal honestly."

“…”

After saying that, Ding Peng ended directly.

When Ma Dongbo saw Ding Peng coming, he did not blame him for taking the third place, but hurriedly met him.

"Mr. Ding, are you okay?"

Ding Peng smiled and said, "It's pretty good."

"I was so scared just now. When I saw you being surpassed by Boggart, I thought the wound on your leg had broken open again. As long as you are fine, your grades don't matter."

Ding Peng looked at Ma Dongbo and smiled. Not to mention that he really met a few good people in the Olympics this time. The first one was Wen Tao, then Chi Middle School, and Ma Dongbo. These people didn’t give themselves a good impression before, but now it’s different. Ding Peng feels that these people are okay, not because they are so harsh to athletes for their grades. They at least have human feelings.

Especially Chi Middle School, although he didn't have a long time to contact him, he rushed towards Satos and Chi Middle School blocked him at the first time, and his favor for Chi Middle School increased greatly.

This Ma Dongbo is pretty good, and he gives people a very comfortable feeling.

"I know, okay, I'll take a break first, and the finals will be coming soon."

After patting Ma Dongbo's shoulder, Ding Peng went directly to the lounge.

When Zhao Feng came over, Ma Dongbo encouraged him again.

Ding Peng was resting, but it was not peaceful outside.

Now everyone on the Internet is speculating about what happened to Ding Peng, why he was still as fast as Boggart in the past, but this time he fell so much behind.

"Guess: Can Mr. Ding win the gold medal in the man's 100-meter sprint? A                                                �

"able!"

"cannot!"

"I guess not. You have to know that this time Mr. Ding didn't even get the second place. In addition, he has participated in so many games in front, so his physical strength must be consumed too much, and the game behind him is hanging."

"I think so too. A person's energy and strength are limited. It is absolutely impossible to use limited strength to participate in unlimited sports and win gold medals in every sports. It is even more difficult than climbing to the sky."

"I think it should be possible. Don't forget that Mr. Ding's performance in front was not good enough during the javelin competition. At that time, he didn't even get the third place. However, in the final shot of life and death, Mr. Ding went against the will of heaven and took the gold medal into his arms. This shows that you can't just look at the front and start to determine the result. It's better to see the final result."

"It must be possible. No matter why Mr. Ding won the third place, I always believe that the gold medal belongs to him."

"I remain neutral. It's not surprising that Mr. Ding can't win the gold medal. After all, he is already very tired, and I'm not surprised that he can win the gold medal because he has that ability."

“…”

There are all things on the Internet, and even Ding Manrou's sisters and Jin Ling and Zhao Fang started to gamble at home.

Ding Cailin said: "Come on, aunt, sister Ling, let's play a game. Guess if my dad can get another gold medal. Who wins and I'll treat her to dinner."

Ding Ding joined in the fun and said, "You still need to guess? I'm sure I'll guess that my dad will win the gold medal in the end."

Ding Manrou also smiled and said, "I guess my dad won the gold medal."

Jin Ling nodded and smiled, "I will definitely win the gold medal."

Zhao Fang couldn't help but smile and said, "I guess that's OK."

Ding Cailin was depressed, and waved his hand patiently, saying, "It's boring, boring, why can you get it all? What kind of guessing is this?"

Ding Manrou giggled and said, "You can't guess."

"I can't guess, my dad can definitely get it."

"Your problem itself is problematic, so you shouldn't have it."

"How to get out?"

"I want to ask my dad how many gold medals can he win."

"Hey~~Yes, guess how many can you get?"

As a result, Ding Manrou and others almost said in unison: "Thirteen."

Ding Cailin: "...I won't play anymore, you guys are so boring."

Finally, Ding Cailin went to do it angrily.

Cheng Guanjie and his group were also guessing what happened to Ding Peng at this time, because it could be seen that this game was not Ding Peng's level at all, and it was too out of standard.

Ding Dang was also very curious in the lounge.

"Dad, you ran away from the third place." The little girl asked.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "Yes, it's third, it's not bad."

"...Dad, I want a gold medal."

"Then get another one."

"But you ran away from third."

“…It’s not the final.”

Ding Peng was so depressed that his younger daughter recognized this third place.
To be continued...