I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 148 Jade-faced Scholar vs. Black King Kong

In the early morning of China time, the first ray of sunlight shines through the thin clouds and gently falls on the earth, awakening countless people who are still sleeping.

When everyone picked up their phones and unlocked the screens as usual, social media and short video platforms were flooded with a series of news about Wang Xiaoming.

The topic "Wang Xiaoming won the 100-meter gold medal and broke the world record" topped the hot search list, eye-catching and dazzling.

Even though this world-renowned 100-meter final was broadcast in China in the early hours of the morning and many people were unable to watch the live broadcast due to work or other reasons, this did not affect the news of Wang Xiaoming's victory and record-breaking, which quickly spread across the Internet like wildfire.

Click on any short video and you will see the screen full of heated discussions among netizens. Although the words used are simple, they are full of irrepressible excitement and pride. To sum it up, it can be summed up in two powerful words: "Awesome!"

Even though many people do not have a deep understanding of track and field events, it does not prevent them from participating in this national carnival.

Everyone's comments were full of fun and banter, and a joyful atmosphere permeated between the lines.

"This is simply a battle between the Jade-faced Scholar and the Black King Kong! In such a competitive situation, Wang Xiaoming not only won the championship but also broke the world record. This kid is invincible!"

"With his skinny body and glasses, he looks really unimaginable at first glance. Who would have thought that he has such amazing explosive power!"

"Wang Xiaoming, 18 years old, 188cm tall, from Jiangdong Province. He is the pride of our Jiangdong Province!"

"You're too narrow-minded. He is not just the pride of one province, he is the pride of all of China!"

"How come his glasses don't fall off when he's running? He's participating in a track and field competition, it's amazing!"

"Coach: Austrian speed competition. Wang Xiaoming: Coach, what's your accent?"

"Wang Xiaoming: I didn't know. I came here because I heard I could get credits by participating!"

The comment section was filled with jubilation, and the popularity continued to rise.

As the first domestic gold medalist in the 100-meter race and a world record winner, Wang Xiaoming instantly became a national idol. The country also actively promoted publicity for him. For a time, his name and deeds were known to everyone in the country.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming was still in his room in a foreign country, completely unaware of the exciting situation in the country.

The camera turned to the competition venue. After a thrilling 100-meter race, Wang Xiaoming took a short rest and then, under the guidance of the staff, went to the next stop - the interview site.

Along the way, he walked steadily, but his eyes still showed some post-match fatigue and excitement.

As soon as he stepped into the interview site, the sound of shutter clicks rang out like dense raindrops, and countless camera lenses were aimed at this hero who had just made history.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xiaoming walked calmly to the C position in the center of the venue and sat down steadily.

Next to him, the runner-up and third place winner also took their seats in turn, and the three of them became the focus of the interview.

The first question was raised by a senior reporter, who smiled with curiosity and respect in his tone: "Wang Xiaoming, when you crossed the finish line and looked up to see the final result, how did you feel?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his head slightly, his thoughts drifted back to that exciting moment, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he slowly said: "That feeling is really wonderful. In fact, before the start, I had a strong premonition in my heart that I could break the world record. But when the result was really in front of me, the surprise still came as expected. After all, Bolt's record has always been my goal and has accompanied me through countless days of hard training." At this point, his eyes sparkled and a gentle smile appeared on his face, which was the relief and pride after his dream came true.

However, the atmosphere on the scene was not always so harmonious.

Suddenly, a reporter stood up and asked in a sharp tone, with obvious doubts: "Wang Xiaoming, can you explain why you have risen so suddenly? Many famous athletes have traces before they succeed, but in you, there seems to be no signs that indicate success. Some people even questioned online that you broke the world record by taking stimulants, and once the stimulants are no longer effective, you will return to your original level. How do you respond to these claims?"

Hearing these malicious words, Wang Xiaoming's eyes instantly turned cold. He subconsciously looked at the media logo on the chest of the reporter asking the question to confirm his country.

Sure enough, it was just as he had guessed.

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and tried to suppress his inner anger. His face was calm, but his tone was as cold as the winter wind: "If you come to the interview with such an unfriendly attitude, then I don't welcome you. I don't want to explain these unfounded doubts. I can tell you clearly that I have absolutely not taken any stimulants."

He paused slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Perhaps I disappoint you. You are always keen on promoting racial theories. Now that a yellow man has broken the world record, you can't accept it? But it doesn't matter. The drug test results will be out soon. Facts speak louder than words, and no slander can change the truth."

After ending this unpleasant confrontation, Wang Xiaoming patiently answered questions from a few friendly reporters, then got up and left the interview scene and returned to his room.

As soon as he entered the room, he walked straight to the bed and lay down tiredly. His face was a little dull and his eyes revealed deep fatigue.

Two consecutive high-intensity games, coupled with the tit-for-tat interview just now, made him feel exhausted.

He decided to take a hot bath to relax his tense nerves. After all, he had an important interaction with the 100-meter Five Tigers tomorrow and he had to conserve his energy.

At the same time, in the dark corner of the online world, a blogger named "Don't Eat Coriander" was posting carefully edited videos with ill intentions, attempting to discredit Wang Xiaoming through malicious editing and distortion of facts.

She sat in the dim room with a smug sneer on her face, thinking that her conspiracy was about to succeed.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and the door was kicked open by someone.

The blogger was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and the phone in her hand almost slipped out. She looked towards the door in horror and asked in a trembling voice: "What...what happened?"

She did all kinds of bad things in her daily life, and at this moment her heart was filled with fear, worried that her evil deeds had finally been punished.

After she recovered, she realized that she was in a foreign country, so she bravely shouted: "What are you doing? Where do you get the power to arrest people in a foreign country? I strongly condemn your behavior!" Seeing that the person in front of her seemed to hesitate, the blogger became more and more proud, straightened her back, and continued to shout: "After returning to China, I will definitely condemn you. We Chinese must be low-key and humble in foreign countries..."

Several arresting officers looked at each other, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes, as if they had confirmed that the man talking nonsense in front of them was the one they wanted to arrest, and that, just as the rumors said, his brain was not normal.

Without further hesitation, they strode forward and quickly pushed her to the ground.

One of the arresting officers looked at her empty hands and joked, "Her hands are too empty. Give her some decorations."

As he spoke, he put a pair of shiny silver bracelets on her.

(End of this chapter)