He unleashed a world-class goal with a single kick; you're saying this is Su Chao?

Fei Zixin, supporting his knees, gasped for breath. He looked up at the timer, his face deathly pale.

11 seconds 45.

He was a full 0.55 seconds slower than Chen Xun.

He didn't even achieve his best result.

In the 100-meter sprint, 0.1 seconds makes all the difference.

0.55 seconds!

It's like a game-changer.

"impossible……"

Fei Zixin's mouth was trembling.

In order to surpass Chen Xun, he trained extra hard every day for the past six months and even used underhanded methods to injure Chen Xun.

I thought I could finally become the fastest runner in the county's No. 1 High School and go to university in style.

As a result, Chen Xun returned and ran around casually, leaving him so far behind that he couldn't even see Chen Xun's taillights!

He was still injured.

Are they still human?

Wang Lei's expression was even more unpleasant than Fei Zixin's.

Having coached for so many years, he knows all too well what 10.90 means.

The standard for a national first-class athlete is 10.93.

10.90 has already firmly exceeded the first-level standard!

A sports student from a county high school ran at the provincial team level!

If this gets out, not only the county's No. 1 High School, but the entire county's education bureau will be in an uproar!

He subconsciously looked at Lao Xu and found that Lao Xu was also standing there, stunned.

Old Xu was truly dumbfounded.

However, his expression immediately changed, and his face was full of smiles.

"Cough cough..."

Old Xu coughed, pretended to be calm, walked over, and patted Chen Xun on the shoulder: "Not bad, 0.05 seconds faster than your previous best time, but there is still room for improvement. Your starting reaction was good, but you could swing your arms a little more during the middle of the race."

Chen Xun almost burst out laughing.

Wang Lei and Fei Zixin's expressions grew increasingly grim.

"Coach Wang, are you satisfied with today's test results?"

Old Xu turned around and looked at Wang Lei.

Wang Lei's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He wanted to argue, but the numbers on the timer were right there, and everyone could see them.

"This... the equipment is newly installed, there might be problems with the debugging."

After struggling for a long time, Wang Lei finally managed to utter this sentence.

These words only made those around them laugh more.

It wasn't Chen Xun running by himself just now.

Fei Zixin was standing next to him.

The result of a match between two people can't be wrong either!

Fei Zixin stood to the side with his head down, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Let's go!

Chen Xun was too lazy to look at the faces of the master and apprentice, so he tugged at Lao Xu's arm.

The two turned and walked out of the playground.

Unbeknownst to them, the scene that had just unfolded was recorded on a mobile phone and posted to QQ groups and the school's online forum.

The titles are getting more and more outrageous:

[Shocking! Three days after a torn ligament, Chen Xun, the sprint star from the county's No. 1 High School, ran a time of 10.90!]

Fei Zixin's face was swollen from being slapped! The player who secured a spot through the guaranteed admission program was brutally defeated by an injured player!

Brothers, come see the Cybertronians!

……

In less than ten minutes, the post was pushed to the top of the Baidu Tieba homepage.

Chen Xun was already a prominent figure at the school.

There are usually girls sitting and watching when I practice sprinting.

Chen Xun's injury this time also made many girls feel sorry for him.

The number of replies instantly exceeded one hundred.

"I am the electronic timer, and I can testify that Chen Xun really did run 10.90."

"I was the starting block; when Chen Xun started running, I felt like I was going to be kicked away."

"This is Fei Zixin's face, and it still hurts."

"If you don't understand, just ask: what level is it to run 10.90 with a foot injury? Did human evolution forget to include me?"

"To the person upstairs, it's like you broke your leg three days ago and still won a marathon."

"Is it possible that Chen Xun is actually a Saiyan, whose fighting power increases dramatically every time he recovers from a near-death experience?"

"The case is solved. Chen Xun is Kakarot's illegitimate son."

……

The video was shared in sports student groups at other schools and then posted on Douyin (TikTok).

The headline gradually evolved from "A sports student from the county's No. 1 high school runs 10.90" to "A high school student with a torn ligament runs at the level of a first-class athlete after three days", and then to "China's rising star in sprinting is reborn after being ambushed".

The number of views skyrocketed.

"When did Chinese sprinting become so chaotic? A high school student from a small county can run a first-class race?"

"Saiyan confirmed."

"@Su Bingtian, Brother Tian, ​​come and see! Your successor has appeared!"

"Stop tagging Su Bingtian, tag the Chinese national football team instead, since we're just watching anyway."

"You upstairs, you understand traffic."

……

Chen Xun knew none of this.

He was sitting on the back of Lao Xu's electric scooter, enjoying the cool morning breeze as they walked towards the residential area.

As he passed a breakfast stall, Lao Xu suddenly braked and stopped the car.

"I'm hungry, let's eat something."

Old Xu parked his electric bike on the side of the road and strode into the shop.

This is the breakfast stall run by Old Yang that they frequent; it's been open for over twenty years.

The owner was an old man in his sixties with gray hair, wearing a faded blue apron, and his large iron pot was always in his hands.

"Old Yang, two bowls of chicken oil, duck blood, and tofu soup, four sesame cakes, and a basket of crab-filled xiaolongbao, please!"

Old Xu, unusually generous, ordered a whole bunch of things.

Chen Xun picked up a plate of dried radish from the stall.

"Hey, why are you so happy today?"

Old Yang asked questions as he worked.

"Happy!"

Old Xu sat down at the greasy table, his wrinkles smoothing out: "My apprentice ran a 10.90."

"Really?"

Both of them were regular customers of the breakfast stall.

Old Yang was naturally well aware of Chen Xun's strength.

Hearing Lao Xu's words, Lao Yang put down the spatula, turned to look at Chen Xun, his eyes wide: "Little Chen, you've run past 10.90?"

Chen Xun nodded.

"Good lad!"

Old Yang gave a thumbs up: "This meal's on me!"

"No, no..."

Chen Xun quickly waved his hand.

"Don't be so polite with me! I've watched you grow from a little kid to this age, and I'm so happy you achieved this result today!"

Without saying a word, Old Yang brought out another plate of fried dumplings.

The chicken oil, duck blood, and tofu soup was served.

A spoonful of boiling hot chicken oil was drizzled on top, along with some chopped pickled mustard greens, chopped green garlic, and white pepper, giving it an irresistible aroma.

Add a hemp cake.

A must-have for Changzhou residents!

Chen Xun buried his head in his food and ate voraciously.

"Chen Xun".

Old Xu put down his chopsticks and suddenly said seriously, "Think about it again. You should continue training in track and field."

Chen Xun raised his head.

"I know what happened before hurt you, but your grades have already reached the first level. Let's train for another year. With your talent, you can definitely aim for the master level. At that time, not only will you be guaranteed admission, but the doors of Tsinghua and Peking University will be open to you."

Old Xu's eyes were full of expectation: "You're only seventeen, and you can run the 100 meters in 10.90 seconds. That means you have the potential to compete on the world stage!"

"Fei Zixin and Wang Lei are nothing but clowns. You don't need to pay any attention to them. Your stage isn't in this small county town, it's in the Provincial Games, the National Games, or even the Olympics!"

Old Xu became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

This was once his dream.

Several diners at the next table looked over.

Chen Xun remained silent.

He shook his head: "I want to play football."

Old Xu's smile froze on his face.

"Why?"

He didn't understand.

With such great talent, why insist on playing football, a sport with no future?

Chen Xun said earnestly, "I know track and field is my strong suit, but football is different. Football is a team sport, and I want to try something different, and besides..."

The image of Robben cutting inside flashed through his mind, along with the text that appeared in the system.

"I feel I can go much further in football!"