Chapter 211: Say Goodbye to the Past (1/2)

Chapter 211: Say Goodbye to the Past

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yue Zhao, as a 26-year-old and experienced athlete, was a newbie in the Asian Games arena.

Warming up, adjusting his starting blocks, and getting ready for the race, Yue Zhao made his preparations step by step. It looked like he was pretty calm, but actually, inside, his heart was leaping.

”The finals in the Asian Games!” Excitement flashed across Yue Zhao's eyes.

Months ago, Yue Zhao never thought that he could attend the Asian Games, but today, he was standing right there in the arena, preparing for the 200m final.

Yue Zhao closed his eyes. He recalled his painful past.

”That misdiagnosis wasted three years of my time. Now I'm 26, and in only one or two years, I'll retire.”

Thinking about his inevitable retirement, Yue Zhao suddenly felt painful. He stared at the track in front of him, unwilling to leave. A soft expression appeared on his face.

”I should give myself something to be proud of!” Yue Zhao felt that he was forced to stand and fight.

He stood on the starting blocks, put both hands on the ground to steady his body, and recalled technical details in his mind.

He was solely concentrated on receiving the signal from the starting gun.

Bang! The crisp sound of the gunshot greeted Yue Zhao's ears. At the same time, he leapt forward.

At once, the auditorium was boiling with excitement. Various kinds of cheering made lots of noise, but the noise sounded like drums on the battlefield to Yue Zhao.

Yue Zhao ran along the left side of the track, trying hard to increase his speed.

Due to his starting position, he couldn't see the other participants on his left, nor did he know whether anyone was catching up to him or not. His only thought was to run faster.

Beside him, Zerafa from the United Arab Emirates looked uncomfortable, his movements not as smooth as usual.

On Zerafa's left, Japanese sprinter Yamamoto Kazuhiko also put pressure on Zerafa. Yamamoto Kazuhiko was not very tall, but he had a high stride frequency. Since it was raining, every time Yamamoto stepped on the ground, he splashed, disrupting Zerafa's rhythm.

”Stupid rain!” Zerafa swore to himself. He knew he wasn't performing well, especially in the curve, which he ran poorly.

When he entered onto the straightaway, Zerafa realized that he was only in fourth. Although he wasn't falling behind much, he couldn't accept defeat at all. He was there to win, how could he be in fourth?

Zerafa quickly adjusted himself. In the second half of the race, he needed to turn the tide.

Running on the straightaway was way easier than the curve, so now that they were in the second half of the race, Zerafa's advantages as a black athlete showed.

Yamamoto Kazuhiko specialized in the 400m, so he might have had nice curve techniques, but he definitely lacked explosive force that the 100m sprinters had. On the straightaway, Zerafa caught up to him, and he immediately fell behind.

Within only thirty meters, Zerafa went from fourth to second place. His next goal was to overtake Yue Zhao on his right.

At that second, Zerafa suddenly realized, the one in the lead was the athlete from the hosting country that he had never heard about.

”Who would have thought he was the last one I needed to beat!” Zerafa thought, but he didn't slack, rushing foward.

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