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

Chapter 154 Skills, Telepathy
The night is like a huge piece of black satin, gently but unreservedly covering the entire city.

The hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided in the night, but the lights in the track and field training ground were still on as bright as day.

Wang Xiaoming stood alone on the track, sweat running down his cheeks, sparkling in the light, outlining his determined and focused profile.

A few hours ago, Wang Xiaoming had just finished a day of high-intensity training. He wanted to browse some recent sports information during his break to relax his tense nerves.

He sat on a bench outside the training ground, took out his mobile phone, slid his fingers lightly across the screen, and opened major social platforms.

In an instant, his eyes were drawn to a piece of news - it was full of heated discussions about his easy 20-second run in the preliminaries.

Comments from netizens flooded in, and everyone felt that he had a great chance of winning a medal in the final. However, facing the world record holder Lyles, many people shook their heads, thinking that defeating him seemed unrealistic.

Wang Xiaoming frowned slightly and was about to continue scrolling down, but a piece of hot news made his eyes suddenly sharp.

That was about his unfamiliarity with the other relay teammates and frequent relay mistakes during training.

The scene at the training ground quickly emerged in his mind. At the training ground, there were not only members of their relay team, but also athletes from other events who were busy with their work.

Wang Xiaoming thought that it was very likely that they filmed the training video and then uploaded it to the Internet.

He has always had an open-minded attitude and would not mind shooting normal training videos. After all, training has its ups and downs, good and bad.

When he clicked on the video circulating on the Internet, his face instantly turned gloomy.

This was obviously the product of malicious editing. The screen was filled with clips of him handing over the baton incorrectly, like sharp knives, stinging his eyes.

The video also states that although Wang Xiaoming is the domestic record holder for the 100 meters, he made multiple mistakes in handing over the baton, had no tacit understanding and still tried to grab a spot, bullying the weak.

These words were like heavy hammers, hammering at his heart.

The implication is that his participation caused the relay team's performance to decline instead of improve. And those wonderful moments of smooth handovers that were expected to break national records or even Asian records were deliberately concealed and not announced.

Wang Xiaoming gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He knew in his heart that the blogger did this on purpose in order to mislead the public who were unaware of the truth and make them think that he was using his position to forcibly replace team members with substitutes in an attempt to incite the public to boycott and prevent him from joining the 4x100m relay team.

He suppressed his inner anger and checked the content that the blogger had posted in the past. Sure enough, it was all vulgar operations that relied on slandering athletes to attract attention and earn traffic.

When Wang Xiaoming saw this familiar routine, he couldn't help but think of the bad behavior of certain foreign forces.

A hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he thought that it was very likely that they sent people to monitor and spy on the strength of the Chinese relay team.

If the original result was around 39 seconds, they might not have had to worry.

But now with the addition of his 100-meter record holder, the team's strength has been greatly enhanced, which is likely to threaten their dominance in this event.

After all, they used to rely on their individual strength and had almost no baton-passing skills.

Even with a simple handover method, good results can be achieved, but this is completely different from the Chinese relay team's emphasis on handover technical coordination.

Wang Xiaoming opened the comment section again, and the accusations that came his way made his heart sink.

"Wang Xiaoming is going too far. How can he rely on his own achievements to squeeze out others and become a substitute?"

"If he couldn't even pass the baton properly, he should have quit earlier. Just looking at the video, he made so many mistakes that it's hard to count them. How can he still compete in this situation?" "The team was originally cooperating well, but Wang Xiaoming insisted on cutting in. Isn't this affecting the performance of the national relay team?"

“No matter how talented they are, we do not welcome athletes with bad moral character.”

Wang Xiaoming's brows were twisted into a "川" shape, and he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Just when he felt a little lost and helpless, some comments defending him came into his eyes.

"You don't know Wang Xiaoming at all. He is not that kind of person. He even visited the injured Su Shen and Xie Zhengye before."

"The video was obviously edited with malicious intent. Can't so many people see that?"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming felt a warm feeling in his heart, and his originally gloomy mood gradually brightened.

He said that although there are many trolls on the Internet, there are also many kind and rational people. It is because of their support that the track and field industry will continue to progress.

He calmed himself down and called the Minister of Sports Propaganda Department, hoping to investigate the intentions of the blogger who posted the video.

Many bloggers who maliciously defame national athletes either receive black money from foreign forces or are greedy for traffic. In either case, they must be dealt with seriously.

Beep, beep! The call was quickly connected.

Wang Xiaoming tried to keep his voice calm and said, "Minister, I just saw some videos of our relay training online. I don't know how they got out, and they were edited maliciously. Only the footage of the handover error was left. They said I took advantage of my power to grab a spot. It's very likely that they were sent by foreign forces to smear me."

After checking, the minister also found the problem and replied: "I have noticed this situation. I will thoroughly investigate the purpose of his posting the video. Such videos must be stopped from spreading. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."

"Thank you so much, Minister. Thank you for taking the time to deal with my matter." Wang Xiaoming responded with a smile. After hanging up the phone, his eyes were rekindled with fighting spirit.

He began to think about his next training plan. Tomorrow was the 100m semi-finals, so he planned to focus on training the 100m first.

After that, we will spend more time to adjust the relay, but the results are not ideal. Wang Xiaoming wants to wait until he wins the 100-meter gold medal to see if there is any breakthrough in relay training.

After all, there are only one or two days left, and no matter how much training is done in a short period of time, it will be difficult to make a qualitative leap.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered that there was a skill called "Telepathy" in his system.

This skill can invisibly enhance the tacit understanding with teammates, stabilize teammates' status, reduce mistakes, and improve game stability. Wang Xiaoming moved his mind, and the skill information appeared in front of him.

[Telepathy: Using skills can greatly enhance the tacit understanding between you and your teammates]

This is a skill I gained after completing a special mission, but it has been unused.

After all, most of the tasks were completed by individuals before, rarely involving teamwork. I didn’t expect it to come in handy this time!
In that case, I'll just focus on the 100-meter training to avoid losing the race.

Wang Xiaoming has always been cautious and always prepared for the worst. Therefore, even with the help of skills, he dare not take it lightly or underestimate any opponent.

Just as he was immersed in thinking about the training plan, Xie Zhengye walked into the training ground.

Xie Zhengye was surprised to see Wang Xiaoming still training, and said, "Wang Xiaoming, it's so late, why are you still training?" Wang Xiaoming turned his head and smiled confidently, "Well, practice a little longer, and I'll feel at ease."

(End of this chapter)