Gu Xingxian, an avid sports enthusiast, was engrossed in the thrilling men's 100-meter race at the Rio Olympics. It was well past 10 o'clock in the evening in China, yet a group of dedicated fans, including Gu Xingxian, gathered around the television, their eyes fixed on the grand screen. Their excitement burst forth as Chen Hu crossed the finish line, claiming victory.
"Brother Hu is absolutely incredible!" one of them exclaimed.
"The sheer awesomeness and excitement are unparalleled!" another chimed in.
"Yet another gold medal for our country!" a third person rejoiced.
With the announcement of the results, their restlessness escalated, leading to triumphant shouts, exuberant outbursts, and even some of them picking up beer bottles and indulging in celebratory drinks. The scene momentarily spiralled out of control, echoing similar scenes playing out across the entire nation. Chen Hu's record-breaking gold medal ignited a fervour that permeated every corner of the Yan Kingdom.
The media, too, found themselves consumed by the electrifying events. Reporters tirelessly scrambled to capture the moment in their manuscripts, while media personnel feverishly worked on creating compelling videos to encapsulate the Olympic experience.
The Olympic Games had an enchanting effect on everyone present. At that very moment, regardless of nationality or race, an eruption of thunderous applause reverberated through the stadium. Donning the national flag, Chen Hu embarked on a victory lap, reaching the pinnacle of an exhilarating atmosphere.
Liu Yong, brimming with genuine happiness, revelled in the achievement. This gold medal brought Chen Hu one step closer to his ambitious goal of winning eight gold medals in the Olympic Games.
Li Changle, wearing a joyful expression, shared his sentiment. "Brother Yong, Chen Hu is truly extraordinary. He has not let anyone down."
Liu Yong confidently replied, "Just wait and watch the men's 1500m final. Chen Hu is poised to secure yet another gold medal."
However, Li Changle expressed concern, "But he just finished the 100-meter race. Can he endure the 1500 meters?"
Liu Yong convinced him, "You must understand, he is no ordinary individual. Chen Hu possesses remarkable abilities."
Indeed, Chen Hu was far from ordinary. His attributes—strength, agility, and physique—surpassed 200 points, while the average person barely reached 30 or 40 points. Even exceptional athletes struggled to break the 100-point threshold in these attributes.
Consider a top-tier long-distance runner; their physical attribute might approach 100 points, but their strength and agility would pale in comparison. Similarly, a renowned weightlifter might possess strength close to or exceeding 100 points, yet their agility and physique attributes would be lacking.
In contrast, Chen Hu excelled in all three attributes, boasting scores of around 200 points. For someone like him, finishing the 100-meter race, taking a brief rest, and proceeding to the 1500-meter race posed no significant challenge.
The women's long jump final followed the men's 100m race in the same stadium. As the event progressed, preparations for the men's 1500-meter final commenced.
Chen Hu warmed up, pacing around before reaching the starting line, ready to participate in the gruelling 1500-meter final.
Many onlookers were astounded. Perhaps they hadn't paid much attention to Chen Hu's Olympic journey, as they were taken aback by the sight of him transitioning from the 100-meter race to the 1500-meter final with such swift determination.
"Good heavens!" they exclaimed in awe.
"Is that man made of iron?" they wondered, astounded by Chen Hu's resilience.
Could his physical strength withstand such a demanding challenge? The men's 1500m final was a rigorous test of endurance.
Unfazed by the astonished gazes around him, Chen Hu stood at the starting line with a composed expression, paying no mind to the doubts cast upon him.
After a brief pause, the radio crackled with the command, "On your marks!" followed by the resounding gunshot that initiated the men's 1500m final. The athletes surged forward, their determined strides propelling them into the race.
Chen Hu's speed was notably faster than the rest in the initial stages. Observers couldn't help but notice something unusual. Was he not concerned about preserving energy for a sprint towards the end? Would his physical stamina hold up under such a relentless pace?
As the first lap concluded, Chen Hu had already established a remarkable lead of 30 meters ahead of the runner-up. Rather than slowing down, his advantage grew, leaving many spectators awestruck.
"Oh, this can't end well," murmured concerned voices.
"Running at this pace is simply unsustainable."
"After just one more lap, his physical strength will undoubtedly plummet, leaving him vulnerable to the runners trailing behind."
Across the Yan Kingdom, the audience, anxious and apprehensive, feared Chen Hu would be overtaken, jeopardizing his gold medal hopes.
Even the CCTV commentator mirrored this sentiment. "We're unable to comprehend Chen Hu's strategy at this moment. Let's hope his physical strength holds up for the remaining laps."
Another commentator chimed in, and his voice tinged with worry. "I share your concerns. Remember, Chen Hu had little time to rest after the men's 100-meter race, not even an hour."
The millions of viewers glued to their screens mirrored the commentator's anxiety, clutching their hearts as perspiration adorned their brows.
Li Changle, too, wore a concerned expression, turning to Liu Yong. "Brother Yong, did Chen Hu push himself too hard in the beginning? Our physical education teacher always emphasized the importance of pacing oneself in middle and long-distance running."
With a relaxed smile, Liu Yong reassured him, "That's a conventional running style. Chen Hu possesses abundant energy, and it was wise of him to seize the lead from the start. Trust me, no one can surpass him."
Encouraged by Liu Yong's words, Li Changle found solace and refocused his attention on Chen Hu's race.
With each passing lap, Chen Hu maintained his lead.
During the first lap, he led the pack.
During the second lap, his position remained unchallenged.
By the third lap, Chen Hu had already distanced himself significantly from the competition.
Upon entering the fourth and final lap, a wave of cheers erupted, particularly from the people of Yan Kingdom, who avidly watched the race. Their voices resounded, brimming with admiration and support.
"Brother Hu is truly remarkable! He deserves every bit of praise!"
"With such unwavering strength, it's no wonder he dared to dominate from the very start."
"This is absolute brilliance, obliterating any doubts that lingered in the minds of other competitors."
The final sprint phase drew near.
Chen Hu's speed appeared to intensify, and though other runners attempted to pick up the pace, his acceleration seemed unmatched, continually widening the gap between himself and the second-place contender.
Amidst thunderous applause, jubilant cheers, and heartfelt applause, Chen Hu crossed the finish line, securing his victory.
Two minutes and fifty-seven seconds!
As the result was announced, the audience again rose to their feet, transcending racial, cultural, and national boundaries.
This achievement was nothing short of extraordinary people who bore witness to this record-breaking moment stood up in tribute to Chen Hu. It was a record that belonged to all of humanity.
The entire stadium was engulfed in a frenzy of excitement. Even in the late night hours, almost half of Yan Kingdom's buildings were illuminated, and in certain cities, colourful fireworks lit up the sky.
Across the globe, people of all nations, races, and religions rejoiced in Chen Hu's remarkable accomplishment.
However, a few individuals did not share in the celebration. One such person was Evan Joyce, the influential figurehead of Rio City's gaming industry and an influential figure behind the scenes.
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