With the sound of the starting gun, the final of the men's 800-meter race officially kicked off.

However, when these athletes just ran out about fifty meters, the audience found something was wrong.

Because Boggot, who had just been in the semi-finals, seemed to be unable to keep up with his physical strength. Although he was gritting his teeth and persevering, it was obvious that his speed was a bit slow and he didn't even take up the second place.

On the contrary, Ding Peng took the lead and ran quickly towards the front.

The audience was really excited at this moment, and they liked to watch Ding Peng run first.

"Look, Mr. Ding is the first!"

"That's right, this is Mr. Ding's speed."

"It's so fast, like a yellow lightning bolt."

"I can't even see my feet, I can only see the afterimage."

"I just knew, I just knew, Mr. Ding hid his strength in the semi-finals, and now it's verified."

"Come on, Mr. Ding!!"

When Ding Dang saw that his father had run away first, the little girl was so excited that she jumped and clapped her hands and shouted to cheer.

At home, Ding Manrou's sisters were already holding their hearts a little, because their father was ahead, and it seemed that there was a trend of continuing to lead.

"Why do dad like this? It's always worrying." Ding Ding muttered.

Ding Cailin laughed and said, "Don't you think this is exciting? When others think that his father is going to lose, he suddenly made a strong comeback."

"Stimulation is stimulation, but it can't be like this all the time."

Ding Man Judo: "My dad is accumulating his strength. After all, he has participated in too many events. If he is the first for the first place every time, it will be too hard to affect the subsequent competition."

Jin Ling nodded at this time and said, "Your elder sister is right. Your father is not a reckless person. He knows what to do to be the most beneficial to him."

Cheng Guanjie felt that this was the most comfortable final about Ding Peng. Yes, he should run like this in the final. He must be the first.

When he was happy, he leaned directly on the sofa chair, then took the teacup with wolfberry soaked, and took a sip. It was so beautiful.

Zhu Beibei also poured himself a glass of red wine, and a few white and tender fingers pinched the thin glass, gently shaking the glass.

I saw the bright red wine inside the wine glass like a floating flag.

"Old guy, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Zhao Yueguang and others were relieved. When they saw Ding Peng being almost twenty meters ahead, several guys raised the wine glasses in their hands, intending to celebrate.

But just when everyone was happy, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Everyone saw that a white athlete in the team behind began to speed up, and in the blink of an eye it surpassed others, including Boggot, and then he quickly chased Ding Peng in front of him.

Judging from the national flag logo on this person, this is a national athlete, and the name behind it is Rodler.

"Geese, goose, goose, what's going on? Why is it suddenly? The athletes in China are running so fast? Is this going to revolt?"

"Damn it, the speed is faster than Mr. Ding's."

"Is a dark horse coming out from halfway?"

"Brother, I see clearly, this is a white horse."

“…”

Rodler's emergence has definitely blinded many people, including Boggart's.

When Boggart saw Rodler running faster and faster, he felt a little sad, and he was finished and another pervert came out.

Zhao Feng, who was shouting to cheer for Ding Peng in the stands, felt a little nervous after seeing this situation, thinking that he wanted to be a bad guy, and another one appeared, and it appeared in the final. Brother, you really know how to pick the time.

"Mr. Ding, come on!"

Ma Dongbo's heart also tightened. He could see that although Ding Peng was still far ahead of Rodler, this guy was gradually shortening the distance.

Some people are unhappy and some are excited.

?After seeing this situation, all the Chinese audience were happy. They didn't expect Rodler to perform so well in the finals. They wanted to catch up with Ding Peng to win the gold medal.

"Rodler, come on!"

"?The hero of will is never defeated, rush!"

"I'm so excited. Rodler is going to become famous in one battle. If Ding Peng can win, the whole world will know him."

"It's not easy to finally win a gold medal in track and field."

They were so excited that they were beyond words.

Ding Peng also felt that things seemed a little abnormal at this time because he heard someone else's name interspersed in the sound of shouting for cheering up.

Rodler?

Isn't this the athlete in China?

Damn, what's going on?

He was wondering when he suddenly felt a figure appear next to him. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, and the guy was shocked.

"No, right? Another one?"

Ding Peng was a little broken. He felt that Boggart had no strength in the final, so the gold medal should be his own. Moreover, he was indeed working hard. Although he did not run with all his strength, he always maintained the leading advantage. But what is the rhythm of a guy suddenly jumping out? Is it a gold medal?

Just when he was puzzled, Rodler passed by Ding Peng like a gust of wind.

All Chinese audiences were no longer calm at this moment.

"Geese, goose, goose~~Is this more than you?"

"Emma, ​​this game has been full of twists and turns. How could Mr. Ding be surpassed by this guy?"

"It's just a game. Should I play so exciting?"

"What should I do? Who can go over and press the bird's feather on the ground and beat it up? There is no wink. Are so many people looking at him? He looks at Mr. Ding, but he dares to steal the show."

Ding Dang, who was still happy just now, stood there and couldn't move the moment he saw his father being surpassed, with an incredible look on his face.

Ma Dongbo was also stunned, and ten thousand singles were circling in his heart.

At the house, Ding Manrou's sisters were not happy anymore. They sat upright from the sofa one by one, and then opened their mouths and looked at the TV in front of them.

After a long time, Ding Cailin said, "Damn it! Why do you do this?"

If it were normal, Ding Manrou would definitely criticize and educate her, but now Ding Manrou didn't say anything, and she was even saying this in her heart.

I can't believe it. My dad was ahead 10 or 20 meters just now, but he was surpassed in a blink of an eye. How fast does that white man have to run?

Ding Ding said depressedly: "Are you mistaken? After leaving, the black one came, the white one came. Can you still play well?"

Jin Ling didn't say anything, but she was nervous too.

Zhao Fang was even more nervous, things were too unexpected.

puff!

The moment Ding Peng was overtaken by Rodler, Cheng Guanjie sprayed water on the computer in one sip, which scared him so much that he quickly wiped it with paper.

After the computer was cleaned, he was so angry that he put the teacup aside and sat on the sofa and said, "What kind of script is this? Why did a white man suddenly come out in the final? What does this mean? Is it going to win the gold medal? Oh ~ Is it that difficult to be normal?"

Zhu Beibei couldn't drink any red wine, and even the glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.

She has seen people with strong storms, but she has never seen such situations, and even similar situations in other fields. This is so unpredictable, and can it surpass the past?

"Old guy, come on!" Zhu Beibei couldn't help but shout.

Brother Zhao Yueguang and others were completely confused. They stared at the big screen in front of them. They couldn't even drink the wine they held until their mouths, and even forgot to drink it. Their attention was all on the field at this time.

Rodler's sudden rise made me so angry that I wanted to scold people.

"This... Brother Shan, what's going on?" Zhao Yueguang asked.

Ouyang Shan shook his head and said, "I don't understand either. Are these white people pretending in front of them?"

"This grandson is really not a human being. Tell me what you have the strength to pretend to be? It should have been revealed long ago."

"That's right, Brother Ding is still good. He never plays with others."

“…”

“What should I do now?”

"What else can I do? Call me and come on! Brother Ding, come on, come on, come on!!"

Several guys stopped drinking at all, put all the wine glasses and bottles on the table, and then shouted at the top of their throats.

On the field, Ding Peng looked at the Chinese player Rodler who had already run in front of him, and he was really speechless. He had never thought about this situation.

This guy's strength suddenly improved during the finals. Oh, brother, you almost caught me off guard. Fortunately, I was prepared in advance.

Without considering anything else, Ding Peng took a deep breath, and then suddenly increased his speed.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

It's like a gust of wind.

As Ding Peng speeded up, the distance between him and Rodler was also quickly getting closer.
To be continued...