The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2555 Happy Birthday
World record!!!

The Bird's Nest stadium has been redesigned!!!

The red light at the finish line froze, and the 35 seconds 80 WR on the timer struck Bolt's eyes like a blinding lightning bolt.

He was standing by the track, his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air ready to applaud the Jamaican team, suddenly froze in mid-air.

35 seconds 90.

He knew better than anyone that this was a result achieved by the Jamaican relay team through sheer hardship and sacrifice.

Powell was practically risking his life chasing the ball in the fourth leg.

The handover was perfect, the rhythm was perfect, and the explosive power in the later stages was perfect. It was a flawless strike that was rare in their entire golden era.

In any Olympics or World Championships, this would be a gold medal-winning performance, a speed that would command respect even before he developed self-discipline.

But the reality is—we lost.

They lost by a mere 0.1 seconds, a clear and decisive defeat.

Bolt's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The habitual, flamboyant smile on his lips was slowly freezing.

He had seen failure and tasted regret, but he had never felt such a suffocating sensation from his scalp to his toes.

It wasn't injuries, it wasn't poor form, it wasn't bad luck that caused the loss.

He lost to a relay logic that he had never seen, understood, or even imagined before.

Forward-pushing handover.

It boots up so smoothly it doesn't feel human.

An acceleration curve with no waste and no loss throughout the entire process.

Those red figures on the Chinese team didn't rely on the sudden burst of talent from any one person, nor on the incredible sprint of a single runner. From the very first runner's start, they were already standing on top of the entire Jamaican system.

He was the one who rewrote history.

It is that legendary figure that makes the whole world look up to him at a 90-degree angle.

She's the lightning bolt who, the moment she appears, makes her opponents lose three points of her aura.

He thought that the 4x100 meter ceiling had already been welded shut by Jamaica.

But today, in the Bird's Nest, under the watchful eyes of the world, someone has directly punched a hole through the ceiling.

Bolt slowly lowered his head, his knuckles unconsciously clenching.

My palms were ice-cold.

In the individual competition, he lost to Su Shen.

But now, even his most prized and deeply rooted legacy of succession has been directly breached and utterly crushed.

As Powell's nearly exhausted figure came into view, Bolt's heart clenched.

He understands better than anyone else that his teammates have done their best.

Ultimate startup.

The ultimate pursuit.

The ultimate in resilience.

But that last meter... I just can't get over it.

It's not that it's not fast enough.

It is the other party's starting point, a height that they could never reach in their entire lives.

The commentator's screams.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Red flags fluttered everywhere.

But Bolt looked at it as if he were looking through a thick layer of glass.

Vague and distant.

Bolt stood right in the middle of the commotion.

It felt like being thrown into a deathly silent vacuum.

pride.

unwilling.

Shocked.

at a loss.

Layer upon layer pressed down on my chest.

It was so heavy it made him feel suffocated.

He was once the lightning bolt, the center of attention.

The definition of speed in the world.

He will be the one to demonstrate it.

But now, someone is using a completely new speed...

He redefined his era.

They even won consecutive major competitions.

A series of consecutive defeats in a head-on manner.

就让
That belongs to Jamaica.

It belongs to lightning.

His era belonged to Usain Bolt...

The curtain fell silently before the world record of 35.80 seconds.

He didn't roar, didn't shake his head, and didn't lose his composure.

I just quietly gazed at the dazzling red on the track.

His eyes were churning with an extremely complex mix of emotions.

Perhaps there is some disappointment.

Perhaps there is some regret.

Perhaps there is resentment.

But more than anything, it's a sense of powerlessness at being surpassed by the times.

He gave it his all in both the individual and team competitions this time.

Although I don't want to say it.

This time he really gave it his all.

From the perspective of self-discipline.

From the perspective of effort.

From a scientific theory perspective

He has done his best now.

But they still lost.

Then he has no excuse this time.

Just then, Yang Jian was reminded by the director that the day of the match was Su Shen's birthday.

With this one added, the gold medal displayed in front of 10 spectators at the Bird's Nest was still fresh in everyone's minds.

The final confirmed results displayed on the big screen completely captivated everyone's hearts—

China 80 WR in 35 seconds
New world record.

The static in Yang Jian's headphones was amplified instantly, and the director's urgent, distorted shout pierced his eardrums: "Confirmed! The result is valid! The world record is valid! This is a new human limit!"

He suddenly jumped up from the commentator's chair, the microphone almost touching his mouth, pent-up emotions from the entire session.

All the tension, all the breath-holding, all the unexpressed excitement from the preliminaries to the finals… exploded completely at this moment, his voice tearing through the air and soaring into the sky. Even he himself couldn't control the roar that burst from his chest:

At that moment, Liu Xiang braced his hands on the commentary platform, leaning forward, his eyes instantly reddening under the bright lights. His voice trembled with suppressed emotion, yet it exploded with a resounding force like a starting pistol: "Gold medal!!!"

"It's a gold medal!!!"

"We won the gold medal!!!"

"A world record! Now who dares to underestimate us Chinese?!"

His tone progressed gradually.

As an athlete representing the national team in major competitions. As a world-class hurdler.

As a contestant who also carried the expectations of 14 billion people.

At that moment, he could empathize more deeply than anyone else.

Just then, the director's urgent voice suddenly pierced Yang Jian and Liu Xiang's earpieces, each word distinct and clear like a thunderclap:
"Yang Jian, Liu Xiang, insert a message—today is Su Shen's birthday."

Yang Jian was jolted awake. His voice, which had been hoarse from shouting, suddenly tightened with a surge of intense emotion.

"Dear viewers! Dear viewers! The director has just given an urgent notification—today is Su Shen's birthday!"

Liu Xiang, standing beside him, suddenly contracted his pupils, and his eyes instantly turned red under the bright light.

He understands better than anyone how many injuries this man has endured, how many days and nights he has spent, how many doubts he has faced, and how many regrets he has swallowed in this Bird's Nest stadium for the sake of Chinese sprinting.

At that moment, all his emotions exploded in his chest, and he could no longer maintain his composure as a commentator, letting out a hoarse roar:

"He is the key to our country's rise. Today he proved himself at the Bird's Nest, and I believe he deserves all the applause!!!"

"If our country were to have a ranking system for track and field."

"Then I think..."

"He is number one!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, but he couldn't suppress the surging heat in his chest. Every word he uttered was filled with tears, striking everyone's hearts:
"Today! Right here at the Bird's Nest!"

"On his birthday! The Chinese team! Won the gold medal in the Olympic 4x100m relay!! And broke the world record!! 35.80 seconds! A new WR!!"

"Do you remember? In 2008, in this same Bird's Nest stadium, under the same intense scrutiny, we gave it our all, but only managed to win a silver medal! That night, so many people had tears in their eyes, so many felt resentful, and so many said to the screen... so close, so very close!"

"And today! History has been completely rewritten!"

"The silver medal has turned into a gold medal!"

"The best in history has become a new world record!"

"The Jamaican dynasty, once seemingly unattainable, has been decisively defeated by us!"

"We have reached a peak that we never dared to imagine before!"

Liu Xiang slammed his hand on the commentary table, his voice choked with emotion yet resolute as iron:

"This wasn't luck! It wasn't a fluke! It wasn't a mistake by our opponents! We won with our technique, our passing, our acceleration with every step, our world-shaking forward passing, and our raw strength!"

"Even if Powell pushed himself to the limit and Jamaica ran a phenomenal 35.90 seconds, it still couldn't stop us!"

"This gold medal! This world record! It's the best, most amazing, and most irreplaceable birthday gift for Su Shen!"

"Without exception!"

Yang Jian tilted his head back and almost roared, his voice piercing yet igniting the entire arena:
"Ten years of perseverance! Ten years of waiting! Ten years of honing our skills!"

"He went from a carefree youth to a Chinese legend!"

"From Asia's fastest man to standing on the top of the world!"

"Today, 100,000 spectators at the Bird's Nest and 1.4 billion Chinese people celebrate his birthday!"

"I'm so excited for him!"

"I'm so proud of him!"

Emotions were ignited.

I don't know which corner of the stands it came from.

The first "Happy Birthday" rang out softly.

The next second, it spread like wildfire.

One floor, two floors, three floors, top floor, bottom floor, inner field, stands... 100,000 spectators, without prior arrangement, sang in unison.

There was no rehearsal, no direction, and no prior arrangements.

Only the purest, most passionate, and most unified singing resounded beneath the Bird's Nest dome:
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!

Ten thousand acts of gentleness, gathered together, became a magnificent force.

The restraint of 100,000 people, when combined, is both shocking and awe-inspiring.

The shouts were drowned out, and the clamor was drowned out.

It enveloped the red figures in the center of the track.

Su Shen was embracing his teammates when he heard the overwhelming singing and suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the surging sea of ​​red people in all directions.

Looking towards the wave that sings for him.

His eyes instantly turned red.

He had experienced this scenario before.

The previous one was a silver medal, and the whole audience sang along.

It's just this scene, plus the gold medal.

It's really easy to touch someone's heartstrings.

Even Su Shen is the same.

He pursed his lips tightly.

I want to maintain good facial expression control.

But as the chorus grew louder and more synchronized, the singing became more and more unified.

As the person who won the gold medal and led the Chinese team to the top of the world.

Su Shen.

The feelings in my heart were beyond words.

It's not about being fragile.

It is a case of hardship giving way to happiness.

It's a dream come true.

The ups and downs of the past ten years.

It surged into my heart in an instant.

Only he knows how much hardship he endured along the way.

Now, finally at the Bird's Nest... I've won all the medals in the 100m and 100m relay.

Feeling yourself.

This time, it will be reopened.

It wasn't in vain.

We seized this opportunity.

I will live up to my expectations for this new beginning.

Yang Jian looked at the tearful yet upright figure in the image, his voice trembling, yet each word carried immense weight:

“We once left regrets here.”

Today, we are forging a legend here.

Once, we were just one step away from the gold medal.

Today, we've broken the world record!

"Happy birthday, Su Shen!!"
Team China! Champions!!
Chinese athletics! A legend!

Looking at the sea of ​​red, at the 35 seconds of 80 WR frozen on the big screen, Liu Xiang mustered all his strength and roared out that declaration that was seven or eight years overdue:

This time!
Not a silver medal!

It's a gold medal!
We won!
Completely!

Clean and spotless!

Open and aboveboard!

The shouts of "Happy Birthday!" echoed throughout the venue.

The singing still echoes in the Bird's Nest.

The cheers were thunderous.

The red flag is like fire.

A regret of an era.

It's perfect at this moment.