The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2514 The Greatest Chorus! With instrumental accompaniment, it sounds even better!

The momentum from crossing the finish line caused Bolt to stagger forward two steps before regaining his balance.

The coolness from the headwind of 0.5 meters per second still clung to my skin.

He was oblivious to the lingering heat of the rubber track, his gaze fixed intently on the electronic scoreboard above the finish line.

He even forgot to regulate his breathing.

The cheers of 100,000 people in the Bird's Nest stadium surged around him, yet they solidified into an invisible barrier around him.

All sounds became muffled and distant, leaving only the two lines of red numbers in my field of vision burning repeatedly—

Suarez finished in 9.49 seconds.

Usain Bolt: 9.50 seconds.

The difference of 0.01 seconds was so glaring that his pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, he froze completely, his slender body taut and straight, like a statue that had suddenly lost its soul.

He subconsciously shook his head slightly.

His jawline was taut.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't make a sound.

His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

This is not a shocking mistake on the field.

It is a sense of bewilderment when deeply ingrained beliefs are shattered in an instant.

He was the king who dominated the 100-meter track for more than ten years, and was revered by the world as the "God of the 100-meter". Headwinds were never an obstacle for him, and a difference of 0.01 seconds never appeared in his defeats.

He has made the most thorough preparations, especially this year.

They even went to the United States to receive training in the most advanced sports science to equip themselves.

In this case...

It's impossible to fail again.

Everyone around him told him that he couldn't possibly lose.

He even suspected that the timer might be malfunctioning.

It is suspected that the referee made a mistake in counting down the seconds.

His eyes were fixed on the string of numbers, repeatedly confirming them.

Every time I watch it, my heart tightens a little more.

Until that string of numbers was etched into my eyes.

Only then did I realize that this was not an illusion, but a real defeat.

But the truth is that this was his last struggle, because he knew very well that he would not catch up in the end.

In the end, Su Shen managed to shake off his opponent by staying close to the line.

However, he was able to break 9.50 seconds despite the headwind, even with only three shots.

Even if the output is less in the semifinals, there is still some loss.

This is the Bird's Nest.

There is no altitude.

Not Lausanne.

It's not like Nairobi.

To achieve such a result even with a headwind of half a meter.

That means if the conditions are good enough...

Damn.

Bolt believed he had done well with that shot, although there were still some unfamiliar parts and his execution was slightly imperfect, but the competition itself is... never perfect.

This is similar to the difference between a singer performing live and being processed in the recording studio.

Live performances are rarely perfect.

If you really want to nitpick, you can find problems.

He really couldn't understand it.

Why didn't I catch up with him in the end?

I used super speed!

He clearly activated the fourth stage of the Six Gates Outbreak.

Why can't I catch up?
why?

He's just a player with an exceptionally high future, isn't he?
My top speed is already 46.

Is this still not enough to win?

Can't we catch up with them?

impossible.

But when the whole audience chanted Su Shen's name.

Bolt is finally starting to return to reality.

Look again at the timer on the left side of the runway.

I looked at the report card on the big screen again.

For a second, he froze completely in place.

His slender body was taut and straight.

It looks like a statue...

A statue that has suddenly lost its soul.

Shock came like a cold tide.

It flows through the blood and reaches every part of the body.

It sent a cool sensation through his body.

Countless images of crossing the finish line in the past surged in my mind, those moments of composure as I opened my arms to welcome the roaring crowd.

Those nonchalant glances as they turn away to see their opponents pale in comparison.

The unwavering confidence they exuded when raising the trophy.

At that moment, they all turned into sharp fragments, piercing his heart and causing a dull ache.

Bolt slowly lowered his head, looking at his long legs that had shattered countless records.

Looking at those hands that had made the signature lightning bolt gesture countless times.

My fingertips trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

This is not the soreness after exhaustion.

His physical condition has improved even more in recent years thanks to self-discipline, scientific training, and a balanced diet.

What is this trembling...?
It was a panic unlike anything we'd ever experienced before.

For the first time, he didn't stretch his body immediately after crossing the finish line.

Instead, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

My fingernails are digging deep into my palm, but I don’t feel any pain at all.

Moreover, this place holds special significance for him.

Many people may have forgotten that this was the first time Bolt became famous.

It shocked the world.

Right here.

It is in the Bird's Nest
It was on this bright red track.

It was here that he became famous overnight.

He became the world-renowned lightning Bolt.

Therefore, he has countless memories of this place in his heart.

The cheers around us gradually became clearer.

The cheers were filled with amazement at the new record.

Cheers to Su Shen.

There was a hint of regret for him.

Gone are the days of the uniform chants of "Bolt" from the Bird's Nest stadium.

The sounds fell into his ears like fine needles.

It pierced his pride, one blow after another.

Bolt slowly moved towards the rest area beside the track, each step feeling heavy as if it were made of lead, a faint sense of loss beginning to spread in his heart.

It wasn't a heart-wrenching pain, but a lingering, heavy, dull sensation.

He was used to the taste of victory, used to being the center of attention, used to being the only focus on the track. Only now did he realize how painful it was to be overtaken.

In particular, he did his best.

There was no excuse left.

It only made me feel worse.

Because at this point, he no longer had any excuse to lie to himself.

Ha ha.

It turns out that when the cheers don't belong to you...

Even the wind carried a chill.

His tall frame leaned against the railing, panting heavily, his chest heaving. It wasn't the exhaustion from physical exhaustion, but the turmoil of emotions churning within him that he couldn't calm down.

He watched as Su Shen was surrounded by people celebrating.

Watching the yellow figure raise his arms in ecstasy.

A complex emotion flickered in his eyes, a mixture of resentment and astonishment.

More than anything, it's a feeling of emptiness and bewilderment.

Bolt did try to find excuses for himself.

It was the headwind that held us back.

It was because the acceleration was a bit slow.

The last step failed to lean forward completely.

But every excuse that came to mind was immediately extinguished by myself.

He understands the rules of the 100-meter race all too well; a slight difference can make all the difference. There is no room for luck, no excuses; if you lose, you lose.

And ultimately, these things...

It's all because I couldn't handle it well.

Because they also faced these conditions.

It's not like he's facing headwinds while the other person is riding the wind.

Therefore, none of these things are tenable.

As I said before, it's a point where I can't even fool myself anymore.

It was especially painful.

He used to stand at the peak.

There is no need to find excuses for failure.

I've never had the chance to experience this feeling.

Only now do I realize how trivial those reasons were.

It's nothing but self-consolation for the weak.

And for the first time, he…

They became the ones who needed comforting.

Because this time he had already done his best.

After giving it my all, I didn't even realize it.

Can I still win?

Follow the sound of your heartbeat.

Following the sound of my heartbeat quickening.

This sense of loss slowly settled down.

Gradually, it fermented into a deeper emotion.

It spreads along the blood vessels to the deepest part of the heart.

It was an emotion he had never experienced before.

It's called self-doubt.

Indeed, Usain Bolt, those words seem to have never been associated with self-doubt.

It's like you suddenly making Michael Jordan doubt himself.

Just like how Maradona and Pelé developed self-doubt.

The combination of these words simply indicates a very niche audience.

but now.

That's how this niche term came about.

This was the first time in his life.

In the true sense.

I began to doubt myself.

This feeling of doubt grew wildly like a vine.

It coils around the heart, tightening ever more.

Bolt couldn't help but wonder if he was really getting old.

Have those explosive powers that were once unleashed been quietly lost?
Has the ease with which one once controlled the track at will long since vanished?

For the past decade, he firmly believed that he was invincible.

He firmly believed that his legs could conquer any opponent.

He firmly believes he can retire with the highest honors.

After all, that's what everyone around him told him.

After all, that's what Mills told him.

After all, that's what these American professionals told him.

But that 0.01-second setback is like a key.

Pandora's box has been opened, and all certainty has crumbled.

He recalled his daily training.

I think of all the sweat and pain I endured.

I think back to all the effort I put in to maintain my peak condition.

But why...

Did we lose again?

Is it because my skills are no longer top-notch?
The extreme running pace no longer holds an absolute advantage in the face of the extreme start of the new generation of runners.

Is it that the body's reaction speed can no longer keep up with the sprint command in one's mind?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, tearing at his nerves and causing him to waver for the first time in his belief in the title of "God of the 100-meter dash".

He once thought that as long as he wanted to win, there was no game he couldn't win.

That's not true at all; I've clearly broken through my own limits in terms of speed.

My physical reactions and speed have clearly become better than before.

My skills are also more refined than before.

So why did we lose?

If you say you're getting old, then you should mention the various health metrics, including your performance records.

They're all telling him.

He is still at his peak.

Moreover, it is at a new peak.

But that's it.

Can't win.

I can't beat this guy in the big tournament.

This is the most painful thing.

When you have no excuses, you can only admit that you are inferior to him.

I have to admit that I lost.

That's for someone who might have been the GOAT in this project.

It's really hard to accept.

To put it bluntly, it's because they can't get over their own internal struggles.

Because I know very well that if I hadn't grown old...

If your skills become better.

If one's abilities become stronger.

If you become more self-disciplined.

My grades are even better.

They still lost.

Ultimately, the answer all points to one thing...

Bolt instinctively lifted his foot.

He lightly stomped his foot on the track.

This is the track where he took off, the place where he created miracles, but now it feels...unfamiliar to him.

He even began to doubt whether he could ever return to his peak.
or……

Even if I am still at my peak.

Can I beat that guy?
This was a thought he would never have had after losing a match before, even after losing in London in 12 and Moscow in 13...

I've never had such a thought.

After all, at that time he always felt that he still had untapped potential, that he was not self-disciplined enough, and that he had not truly embraced science.

In short, I haven't reached my full potential yet.

But this time, he felt...

There aren't many excuses left.

自己
...Will I be able to stand on the highest podium of the 100-meter track again?
Can he make everyone's name ignite again?

His past confidence was shattered by this match.

Begin to waver.

Instead, there was a deep sense of confusion and unease.

He feared he would never recover from this setback. He feared he would never be able to recapture that feeling of lightning speed.

I'm afraid I'll lose to those rising stars time and time again.

I'm afraid of the name "Bolt".

From now on, it can only become a legend of the past.

People in any field tend to only see new things and forget the old.

So many great people, once they are replaced, gradually lose their magic.

Have you experienced the benefits of being the world's strongest?

Of course, I don't want to lose it easily.

Staff members approached him to remind him to prepare for a group photo, and he slowly came to his senses, his face expressionless.

There was neither resentful anger nor dejected despair, only a deathly stillness.

But beneath this calm lies a turbulent sea of self-doubt.

It is the bewilderment and helplessness of a king falling from his pedestal.

He walked step by step toward the award stage, his steps still steady, but without his former high spirits. Every step seemed to be a struggle against the doubts in his heart, or as if he was being forced to accept reality.

The thought of standing on the podium at the Bird's Nest, receiving the silver medal, looking at my chest—a medal heavier than any gold—makes me…

It made his chest feel uneasy.

After all, it's his memory of this place.

Before this match.

They are all quite wonderful.

These thoughts gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

It was the first time he had ever felt so powerless.

Usain Bolt, the name alone once dominated the racing field.

It is an invincible myth.

But at this moment, he was just an athlete who had lost the game.

Or rather, it's just that so-called legendary figures lose some crucial matches.

The halo will fade.

To become an athlete who simply lost the game.

That's it.

This made him somewhat unsure of what he was saying, even when facing the camera.

The answers were all very mechanical.

At this moment, Su Shen...

It is being surrounded from all sides.

It is being shouted out from all sides.

It is being watched from all sides.

He finally did it.

At that moment, he had no mood to sympathize with anyone.

To stand on the highest podium in the Bird's Nest.

Or perhaps he knew he only had this one chance.

Because in 08, it was absolutely impossible for my still-developing body to defeat him.

So he actually had a chance to beat Bolt, to upset Bolt at the Bird's Nest.

This will only happen once.

Luckily, I managed to grab it.

It fulfilled a big dream of mine.

Therefore, this is the moment of victory, and he will not be thinking about others.

As I faced the camera, I was sweating more and more, and my body's reactions began to normalize.

Su Shen himself was quite excited.

Even when surrounded by a bunch of microphones, he doesn't feel annoyed.

He speaks without hesitation.

"I've waited many years for this moment."

"Back in 08, I was thinking, 'I wish I could stand on the highest podium here.'"

"I wish the national anthem could be played here because of me."

"I did it this time."

"The accompaniment I owed everyone in 08."

"This time I brought you..."

"This time."

"Everyone doesn't need to sing a cappella anymore."

His words were brief.

But the emotions it evoked only grew stronger with each passing moment.

Everyone's thoughts seemed to have returned to 08.

From 08 to 15, it only seems like seven or eight years.

But for many people...

That was his entire youth.

Looking back.

It's as if I'm seeing my former self.

Waving to myself in 08.

……

Suarez didn't mean to mock Bolt.

He just wants to enjoy the moment of victory right now.

This was absolutely the pinnacle of his life.

As long as Bolt doesn't provoke him, he can't be bothered with him.

As the medals were awarded one by one.

The IAAF president looked at Suarez once again.

This time, there were no surprising comments about a dark horse.

Only by watching Su Shen speak clearly can one truly understand.

"Congratulations, Su."

"Congratulations, the greatest athlete in human history."

"At least for now."

"You are one of them."

"It's a pleasure to witness your legendary career."

"It is also an honor for me as chairman."

Diack is telling the truth.

His thoughts seemed to drift back to 08.

At that time, his words were mostly polite and encouraging.

Who could have imagined that seven or eight years later...

That was a naive 18-year-old boy back then.

He would defeat the then-invincible Bolt at this moment.

Will it become a new totem of human speed?
During his term of office, there were such super athletes.

Moreover, it was a battle between two forces.

Indeed, it is the glory of him as the president of the International Association of Athletics Federations.

And this was his last time as president of the IAAF.

After this is completed, he will step down.

Throughout one's entire career.

Seeing the rise of these two superstars.

That's definitely enough.

"Thank you."

Enjoy your retirement!

"A real life is more important than money, status, or fame."

Su Shen had actually given him a heads-up, but whether he listened or not was up to him.

He wouldn't say anything more.

No need to say more.

Right now.

The awards ceremony is about to enter its final moments.

The ceremony on the awards stage proceeded slowly.

The staff steadily unfurled the bright red flag.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

The next second, the stirring March of the Volunteers suddenly resounded throughout the Bird's Nest stadium.

As soon as the melody started, it was as if the 100,000 audience members had been united.

There was no command.

There was no deliberate appeal.

They spontaneously joined in singing along to the melody.

The sounds, initially scattered and disjointed, gradually coalesced into an overwhelming torrent.

It is imbued with burning passion.

The sound resonated and echoed beneath the dome of the Bird's Nest.

Some people clenched their fists and swung them vigorously in rhythm.

Some people had tears in their eyes, and their singing was choked with sobs.

Some people straightened their backs, their eyes fixed intently on the slowly rising flag.

Every lyric is sung with resounding force, expressing a burning passion etched into one's very being, simple yet intense.

Without any deliberate attempt to evoke emotion, it was more moving than any shout.

"Rise up! Those who refuse to be slaves!"

Su Shen stood on the highest podium, his posture as upright as a pine tree. His hands gently rested on the gold medal in front of his chest. His fingertips could touch the cool texture of the medal, but it could not stop the surging heat in his heart.

He sang along.

At this moment, there was no unrestrained cheering, but only occasionally following the rhythm, slightly raising their heads, their eyes following the rising five-star red flag.

Although her eyes were slightly red.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

That smile held a sense of relief after giving it your all.

A burning passion that finally came to fruition after years of perseverance.

There is also the pride of yellow-skinned people standing atop the world's 100-meter-high peak.

The wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

The national flag emblem on his chest was blown up.

He subconsciously straightened his chest.

At this moment, all the sweat and pain, all the doubts and waiting, have transformed into this heavy gold medal on my chest.

It transformed into the deafening chorus in my ears.

It has transformed into an unforgettable glory in this lifetime.

Bolt stood beside him on the silver medal podium, watching the dazzling Chinese red slowly rise to the top.

Listening to the entire audience singing the national anthem in unison.

Then look at the young man standing in the same position as me in 08.

His expression remained calm.

But there was a sense of bewilderment in his eyes.

A sense of melancholy, hard to explain, crept in.

This is the arena.

In the end, a new protagonist was introduced.

Liu Xiang had already stood up in the stands.

With her gaze fixed on Su Shen in the center of the awards stage, her eyes red-rimmed and her voice trembling uncontrollably, she murmured to the person beside her.

It was as if it were expressing a long-suppressed wish.

"He did it! He really did it! We did it!"

"For the short track speed skating events, the national flag was finally raised and the national anthem was played at the Bird's Nest stadium!"

I don't know what that means.

Ultimately, it's meant for the audience.

Talk to yourself.

I am still the same person I used to be.

It might be Liu Xiang himself.

You probably don't even know that anymore.

The melody builds to a climax.

The songs filling the venue coalesced into an invincible force.

Surging forward, unstoppable.

The audience stood shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, their singing filled with unwavering unity and indomitable courage.

Su Shen raised the corners of her mouth, and the moment tears slid down her cheeks, her smile was incredibly dazzling.

Tears of joy at this moment.

On the contrary, they complement each other perfectly.

He raised his hand to gently wipe away his tears, his gaze fixed intently on the national flag, his chest straightening even more.

The unity of all people is the expectation and support of countless Chinese people.

This is the relay of Chinese track and field athletes.

To advance amidst gunfire means to confront prejudice and skepticism, and to face powerful enemies and challenges.

Go forward.

He was not alone on this journey; behind him were the hopes of countless Chinese people.

It is the support of the coaching team.

It is the accumulation of Chinese track and field.

This power of unity enabled him to face formidable enemies and forge ahead bravely.

Yang Jian's voice choked with emotion, barely able to speak, yet he still roared with all his might, "Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Su Shen did it!"

"Chinese athletics has done it! We are forging ahead towards higher, faster, and stronger!"

The national anthem has ended.

The lingering echo of the last "进" (enter) still resonated in the Bird's Nest stadium, and the entire venue remained in a state of jubilation.

Cheers and shouts intertwined.

Enduring.

Su Shen stood on the highest podium, gazing at the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

He suddenly lowered his head and bowed deeply.

This bow is a tribute to the motherland.

It is a tribute to our compatriots who are united as one.

It is a tribute to every version of ourselves that strives forward.

The gold medal on his chest gleamed under the lights.

That splash of Chinese red fluttered high.