Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 304 Instant Fame Known Throughout the Land
The 1988 Seoul Olympics.

Because of the excellent results achieved at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, the Chinese people have high expectations and hope that the team can achieve even greater glory.

However, the events on the field took an unexpected turn.

Shooting errors, gymnastics mistakes, women's volleyball team's defeat, table tennis's crushing loss, diving scandals...

The events that were originally considered favorites to win gold medals suffered setbacks one after another, and the audience's high expectations were like a bucket of cold water.

Being outmatched in skill is something one can accept, but being "robbed" of victory by an unfair ruling leaves one with a lingering sense of resentment and bitterness that is difficult to quell.

South Korea's sportsmanship is renowned worldwide; it would be strange if they didn't engage in some underhanded tactics on their own turf.

In the history of international sporting events, perhaps only the 2002 FIFA World Cup in Japan and South Korea has surpassed this Olympics in terms of controversial refereeing decisions.

The time comes on June 9th.

The time for Lin Yuan's match finally arrived.

Lin Yuan and another sprinter, Li Tao, competed together.

Li Tao was once the Asian record holder for the 100-meter sprint.

Unfortunately, Li Tao was eliminated in the semi-finals.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, overcame all obstacles and successfully passed the preliminary and semi-final selections to advance to the semi-finals.

The semi-finals were held on the second day.

Lin Yuan, along with the coach and support team, arrived at the competition venue early.

As the only Asian player in the semifinals, he is undoubtedly a formidable opponent in the eyes of many.

Prior to this, Lin Yuan had never participated in any world-class or continental competitions.

However, none of the contestants dared to underestimate this unknown and mysterious contestant from the great Eastern country.

This is because Lin Yuan advanced smoothly in both the preliminary and semi-final rounds with the first place in his group, and both times he ran under ten seconds.

The semi-finals consisted of 24 contestants, divided into three groups. The top two from each group and the two remaining top scorers advanced to the finals.

The sunlight slanted across the rubber track, casting a long, slender shadow of Lin Yuan.

He practiced starting repeatedly on the sidelines, adjusting himself to be in peak condition.

The coach came over and advised, "Your opponents in this group aren't very strong, so play it safe and just make sure you get into the top two. Save your strength for the final this afternoon."

Lin Yuan said gently, "I'll save my true strength for the finals."

The coach patted him on the shoulder and said no more; all that was left was to watch Lin Yuan's brilliant performance.

After all, to achieve such results in a sport dominated by Black and White people, from a novice to consistently running under ten seconds, this amazing achievement has already shattered everyone's preconceived notions.

"It's your turn." The coach patted Lin Yuan on the back.

Lin Yuan stepped onto track number four, the metal starting blocks gleaming coldly beneath his feet.

When the camera was pointed at him, he pointed to the "CHN" team logo on his chest. His resolute gaze pierced through the lens, clearly imprinting his confidence and composure in the eyes of the world.

In the CCTV broadcast, the commentator could not hide his excitement:
"As the newly crowned Asian record holder, Lin Yuan ran under ten seconds in both the preliminary and semi-final rounds, which should give him a lot of confidence."

"We are now just one step away from entering the sprint finals."

"The starting signal sounds!"

"Lin Yuan is now in first place! He's two body lengths ahead of the others!"

"Lin Yuan starts sprinting! He's increasing his speed! He's left everyone behind!"

"Lin Yuan is first in the group!"

"Lin Yuan has made history! He will advance to the men's 100-meter sprint final!"

"We are waiting for Lin Yuan's final competition results."

In an instant, the commentator almost cracked his voice: "9.80 seconds! 9.80 seconds! A new world record has been set!!!"

"This is the most memorable day in the history of Chinese athletics!"

Can you imagine it? Can you even imagine it?

"As a former Olympic champion in archery, he really did it!"

Streets, schools, factories...

Cheers rose and fell, tears mingled with the national flag.

Among the crowd, Lin Yuan's women were already moved to tears; no one longed to see him succeed more than they did.

Lin Yuan braced his hands on his knees, his rapid breathing causing his chest to rise and fall slightly. Beneath the damp wisps of hair on his forehead, his dark eyes still shone with an astonishing brightness.

Amidst the roaring cheers from the stands, he straightened up, waved to the cheering audience, and a confident yet flamboyant smile appeared on his lips.

When the camera focused on Lin Yuan again, Lin Yuan pointed to the prominent "CHN" logo on his chest, then turned his back to the camera, making the "LIN YUAN" printed on his back stand out in the sunlight.

Then, Lin Yuan smiled at the camera and turned to walk towards the athletes' tunnel.

Inside the mixed zone, CCTV reporters were already waiting. When the microphone was handed over, the reporter's voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Lin Yuan, congratulations on setting a new world record! The promise you made four years ago has finally come true today! What has made you improve so quickly? Is there anything you'd like to say? Or do you have any expectations for the finals?"

Lin Yuan's gaze was firm as he said in a deep voice, "At the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics, Liu Changchun, China's only competitor, stepped onto the 100-meter track alone. When I saw Liu Changchun fail to qualify for the finals and burst into tears, that scene is unforgettable for me."

At that moment, I thought to myself, if I could become a sprinter, I would definitely win everything.

Now that the championship is within reach, I have to consider whether this might be my only chance in this lifetime.

I will give it my all, burning myself out to sprint this final 100-meter race!

After answering, Lin Yuan politely prepared to take his leave.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a shrill English taunt coming from not far away: "That result is absolutely fake! No one can run that fast! That Lin must have taken performance-enhancing drugs. I'm ashamed of his achievement!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, a white athlete was being interviewed by a foreign media outlet, his face full of disdain and skepticism.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan stopped beside him, his eyes sharpening as he coldly swept over the white contestant who had spoken, and said in a cold voice:
"If I really did take performance-enhancing drugs, the pre- and post-competition drug test reports wouldn't lie. If you're a man, you should be thinking about beating me fair and square on the field, instead of gossiping like a busybody. This is just making excuses for your incompetence, or rather, you're a coward who doesn't have the courage to face defeat."

The white athlete's face instantly turned bright red. He hadn't expected Lin Yuan to understand English, and he retorted angrily, "I trained for more than ten years and only managed to run 9.98 seconds. How can you, a yellow-skinned person who started training halfway through, run 9.80 seconds?"

Lin Yuan lowered his head and dusted off the side of his shirt, a sneer escaping his throat, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt:

"You run 9.98 seconds because that's your limit, and I run 9.80 seconds because I didn't give it my all. It's not just between individuals, but between countries as well; overtaking on curves is common. In the final, I'll show you that the gap between an ordinary person and a genius is longer than the track itself."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he didn't look at the other person again, turned around and strode away, leaving the white man frozen in place, his face turning from blue to purple.

Lin Yuan's casual words completely shattered his confidence and pride.

……

At 12:30 pm, the atmosphere at the men's 100-meter final was electric.

CCTV broadcast the entire event.

In front of televisions in countless homes, the eyes of countless viewers were fixed on this match.

The CCTV commentator's impassioned voice rang out:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Standing on the starting line now are the eight fastest athletes in the world. They have all undergone countless hours of grueling training, all to showcase their best performance in these fleeting 10 seconds and sprint towards the fastest human speed!"

When the camera focused on Lin Yuan in lane four, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

As usual, Lin Yuan pointed to his chest, then raised his arm, his index finger pointing straight up. At this moment, he revealed all his confidence and sharpness.

"Fourth lane, China's Lin Yuan!" The commentator raised his voice, which was almost drowned out by the cheers from the crowd.
"A new world record holder! He ran a new world record of 9.80 seconds in the semi-finals just hours ago! Now, the whole world is holding its breath, waiting to see if he can create another miracle in the finals!"

Inside the Lin Group's workshop, the machines had stopped running.

Lin Yuan advanced to the Olympic finals, and Ma Suqin temporarily announced a half-day holiday in the afternoon so that all employees could watch their boss's game together.

As a company that specializes in producing televisions, having the equipment to watch the games was naturally not a problem, and the workshop was soon filled with television sets.

Sun Xiaomo sat in the crowd. She was introverted and not good at speaking, but the leader specially arranged a good seat in the front row for her.

She stared intently at Lin Yuan's figure on the TV screen, her hands unconsciously clasped together, silently praying that Lin Yuan would win the championship.

Ma Suqin's home.

He Qinghuan sat on the sofa, holding little Lin Xin in her arms. He Qinghuan played with the child, finding her cousin more and more adorable, and couldn't help but give the child a light peck on his rosy cheek, making little Lin Xin giggle.

There was a noise coming from the kitchen. Ma Suqin was busy making hot milk, and the stirring stick made a soft "ding-dong" sound in the glass.

He Qinghuan, who was staring at the TV, suddenly raised her voice: "Auntie! Auntie! Come quick, Uncle's competition is about to start!"

"Coming, coming." Ma Suqin wiped her hands and quickly walked over with the milk in her hand.

In Shamao Lane.

The Lin family courtyard was already packed with people.

Neighbors and relatives all flocked over, filling the long wooden benches to the brim, while some local reporters peered through the crowd with their cameras.

Although Wu Xiulan often boasted to her neighbors and coworkers that her son would definitely win the championship, she couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.

Qiao Sanli and Qiao Simei sat in the front, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Nanjing University.

The auditorium was packed with people. A television set was placed in the center of the auditorium, showing the sprint finals. Many students had even skipped their meals to come here and cheer for Lin Yuan.

Everyone brought chairs from the classroom; some sat in the front row, some stood in the back, and some even squatted on the windowsill.

"Senior Brother Lin Yuan has made his appearance!"

I don't know who shouted.

The auditorium fell silent instantly, with only the narrator's voice ringing out.

Chang family.

Chang Xingyu was biting into a big, red apple as he watched the game with his family.

Aunt Lan gently touched her arm and asked softly, "When Xiao Lin was practicing, what was the fastest speed you could run?"

"I remember his fastest time is 9.85 seconds. But Lin Yuan said he is a big-game athlete, and the more intense the atmosphere is, the more his potential is brought out."

Aunt Lan nodded, full of expectations for her future son-in-law: "As long as he can run at the level of the semi-finals, he will definitely be the champion."

Chang Xingyu's eyes were full of certainty: "He can definitely do it!"

Aunt Lan suddenly leaned closer and said with a mischievous smile, "When he comes back, shouldn't he take you to meet his parents?"

Chang Xingyu blushed, but still responded generously, "He did say that."

"Should I prepare some money for the celebration in advance?"

"Aunt Lan, you're teasing me again!" Chang Xingyu gave her a reproachful look. "It's still early!"

“When you meet a man like this, of course you should hold on to him as soon as possible.” Aunt Lan laughed happily, then sighed softly, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes: “Actually, I hope you can stay in this family a little longer. Your sister has already married out, and if you marry out too, this family will become lonely again.”

The Xiang family.

In the living room, Xiang Nanfang held up a complete set of zodiac stamps, his face full of pride: "I told you long ago that you would lose this set of zodiac stamps to me."

Xiang Beifang said helplessly, "Losing to you isn't a loss. Just consider it witnessing history."

Xiang Nanfang curled his lip and retorted, "Now you're saying nice things, but what did you say back then? Something about yellow people being impossible..."

Xiang Beifang felt a little embarrassed under his sister's questioning, so he coughed twice and said, "Even if Lin Yuan wins the championship, it has nothing to do with you. What are you so smug about?"

"I'd love to!" Xiang Nanfang snorted arrogantly, subconsciously touching the watch on his left wrist. Looking at the spirited figure on the TV, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing sweet dimples.

At Wenxue's home.

The sports event is playing on the living room TV.

The usually aloof Wen Ju'an sat down with Wen Xue, a rare occurrence. Their eyes were fixed on Lin Yuan on the screen, and when they saw Lin Yuan raise his index finger to make a "1" gesture, they smiled knowingly at the same time.

The starter shouted, "On your marks!"

Eight figures simultaneously bent down and squatted, hands on the ground, feet on the starting blocks, their muscles tense, like arrows about to be released from a bow.

The CCTV commentator's voice became excited: "Dear viewers! The men's 100-meter final is about to begin."

"The starting gun fires!"

"Lin Yuan is leading the charge, now at the very front!"

"Behind him is Johnson from Canada, and Johnson is chasing him very closely!"

"Lin Yuan is still accelerating, his stride frequency is increasing, and his speed has picked up again! The gap is widening! Keep it up!"

"Lin Yuan is the champion! He is the new Olympic champion!!!"

The moment Lin Yuan crossed the finish line, the electronic scoreboard lit up—9.66!

The commentator's voice trembled with excitement, unable to contain his emotions: "9.66 seconds! Incredible! Unbelievable! Lin Yuan did it! He has set a new world record once again!"

The cheers of more than 70,000 spectators were deafening, and the stadium seemed to be shaking.

Similarly, at this moment, the whole country rejoiced!

Fierce shouts erupted simultaneously from all corners of the country and along the banks of the Three Rivers.

This gold medal is incredibly valuable!
Lin Yuan took the five-star red flag from the coach, draped it over his shoulders, and began waving to the spectators in the stands as he walked around the field.

The next day, photos of Lin Yuan draped in the national flag dominated the front pages of major news media outlets.

……

The sprint race is over, but the off-field disputes are far from over.

Johnson, who won the silver medal, was extremely dissatisfied with the result and questioned everywhere whether there was something fishy about Lin Yuan's performance.

After all, he used performance-enhancing drugs to achieve a time of 9.79 seconds, while Lin Yuan ran 9.66 seconds. Who would believe that this wasn't cheating?

Lin Yuan thought to himself, "You're a drug addict yourself, yet you're standing up for me and criticizing me?"
Lin Yuan was not to be outdone, saying, "You like to engage in verbal battles, huh? In this respect, you're the ancestors of the Chinese."

He calmly declared to reporters that 9.66 seconds was not his limit and that he would continue to break through it in the future.

There is a Chinese idiom called "the thief shouts 'Stop thief!'" which means that a thief who has done something wrong will deliberately shout loudly and pretend to be going to arrest someone in order to cover up his or her crime and confuse the public.

Hopefully, Johnson isn't that kind of person. Of course, if Johnson feels he can't beat me in sprinting and wants to have a verbal debate with me, I'm always welcome.

After responding to the controversy, Lin Yuan continued to enjoy his time in Seoul.

At that time, Seoul was indeed more prosperous than major cities in China, with well-developed infrastructure and clean, orderly streets.

It's a pity that he's now a celebrity, and he can't experience some of the local customs and traditions.

Sure enough, just two days later, the IAAF announced that Johnson's urine test result was positive, his silver medal was revoked, and he was banned for two years.

People found it utterly absurd and lamented his shamelessness, saying he had no basic moral principles. At the same time, they admired Lin Yuan even more.

After all, Lin Yuan's achievement was genuine and hard-earned.

At the closing ceremony of the Olympic Games, Lin Yuan served as the flag bearer for the delegation.

After the closing ceremony, Lin Yuan finally returned to China and immediately received a letter from Xiang Nanfang.

Lin Yuan held the letter, imagining Xiang Nanfang's tone of voice, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. Then he spread out the letter and began to write a reply.

Junior sister:

Long time no see, I miss you very much.

The joy I felt when I opened your letter was even more genuine than when I stood on the podium to receive an award.

……

After writing the letter to Xiang Nanfang, Lin Yuan dialed the phone numbers of his family members and women one by one, telling them that he would be staying in Yanjing for a while longer.

Although the overall performance of the domestic delegation was not good this time, the necessary commendations, summaries, and media interviews should still be given.

Moreover, as one of the few Olympic champions, and the Olympic champion in the sprint event with the highest viewership and the most prestigious title, Lin Yuan is naturally the most sought-after focus.

Lin Yuan did not object to this. After several days of activities, it was finally time for him to rest. He took the opportunity to go to Wen Xue's house.

After all, he's been abstaining for so long, he needs someone to help him out.

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