After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

The two Chinese players have locked in the gold medal in advance and will compete for the championship and runner-up in the decisive game.

At this moment, the national team coaching staff, including the head coach, is already extremely relaxed.

For them, the palms and backs of their hands are all flesh.

No matter who wins the championship between the two Chinese athletes, it will be the glory of the Chinese shooting team.

Of course, judging from the results, the shooting genius girl who debuted in the women's skeet international competition for the first time has a greater chance of winning.

Song Lingyan shot 50 out of 47 bullets in the first five rounds.

Liu Ping is temporarily behind by 2 points.

The two knew each other very well. In the last ten shots, there was no mental pressure. They were as calm as if they were training for the national team.

"Bang bang."

Two consecutive hits, the two Chinese sharpshooters both performed exceptionally well.

The last ten shots were all hit without miss.

The colorful smoke over the fan-shaped shooting range is beautiful against the backdrop of the white snow.

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"Won!"

"we won!"

"The Chinese team has another gold medal!"

The beautiful reporter from China Central Sports Station shouted with excitement in front of tens of millions of netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Won!"

"Sister Yan wins!"

"Historic breakthrough!"

"The champion of the Asian Women's Skeet Championship!"

"Enter Bili!"

"Wow, Paris Olympics, here we come!"

"Heroes, cheer up!"

"Twist the Yangko dance!"

"Let's have dinner tonight to celebrate Sister Yan. We won't go home until we get drunk!"

Compared with netizens in the live broadcast room, fans watching the game live were more excited.

Ji Yanze was indeed sick from the cold, his nose was blocked and his forehead was hot.

Even so, he was still mixed in, hoarse and shouting with extra vigor.

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"Ling Yan, congratulations!"

At the end of the game, Liu Ping took the initiative to hug Song Lingyan: "Sister Ping is convinced that she lost. You are the best."

"Sister Ping, thank you."

Song Lingyan hugged him enthusiastically and sincerely thanked him: "Your evaluation is the most valuable to me."

“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.”

Liu Ping was funny and humorous: "Sister Ping is already a front wave, and will soon be beaten on the beach by the back wave. From now on, the women's skeet competition will be dominated by you young people."

"Sister Ping is joking."

Song Lingyan retorted with a smile: "Shooting relies on experience. Sister Ping is a veteran, one can take on four..."

"Hahaha."

Liu Ping was amused and joked with a smile: "Let's not blow each other's business here. It's too cold outside. Let's go back to the lounge and hide for a while. If we continue blowing, we'll get frostbite."

"it is good."

Song Lingyan heard this interestingly and agreed with a smile.

The intimate interaction between the two Chinese players was broadcast on television and quickly spread throughout the world.

"The Chinese team got another ticket to the Olympics."

“It’s really exciting!”

"What a surprise the shooting genius girl will bring to next year's World Cup finals."

The president of the International Shooting Federation and a group of old friends who love shooting sat around the TV, drinking pure Munich beer and watching the game.

The energetic old man looked at the heroic girl on the screen, full of expectations.

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"The Asian Championships ended successfully. The Chinese sharpshooters had a remarkable record and won 13 gold medals including eight Olympic events." "The impressive record makes us full of expectations for this ace team."

"I wish them another good performance in next year's Shooting World Cup finals and bring glory to the country."

At the outdoor shooting range, the award ceremony ended. With the impassioned speeches of the beautiful reporter from China Central Sports Station, this Asian Shooting Championship came to a successful conclusion.

The head coach of the national team personally led the team and led the remaining players back in triumph the next morning.

Song Lingyan said goodbye to her parents in D city, and took a flight back to China with the two coaches and Shi Lei.

Ji Yanze also took the same flight with them and returned to Binhai smoothly the next afternoon.

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Binhai, music restaurant and bar.

"cheers!"

Song Lingxiao hosted a banquet for the entire shooting team to celebrate her sister.

"cheers!"

Coach Ge took the lead, raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Try to stretch your muscles more, and don't get drunk again and talk nonsense..."

Coach Liu thought about the last time he celebrated, the feat that the old man had done on a whim, and muttered to himself.

I'm afraid that if he gets drunk and makes some shocking remarks, asking his precious apprentice to practice three postures of a rifle or something like that, it will really cost him his life.

"You kid, what are you mumbling about?"

He muttered a little too loudly, and Coach Ge heard it and stared, unhappy.

"No, I didn't mutter anything."

Coach Liu was frightened and denied it decisively.

"Xiao Song."

Coach Ge glared at him angrily, then turned to look at Song Lingyan, still with a look of disgust on his face: "You must not imitate him. He doesn't want to make progress, and just hangs around in the academy before becoming a world champion."

"Why don't I want to make progress?"

Coach Liu blushed and defended subconsciously: "Besides, what's wrong with being a coach? I'm not coaching a world champion. It's no different from being on the podium myself."

"Can it be the same..."

Coach Ge wanted to reprimand him, but Song Lingyan raised his glass decisively and interrupted what he was saying: "Student, here's a toast to both coaches. Thank you for your cultivation. The kindness of teaching will be unforgettable."

"Hahaha."

These words spoke to Coach Ge's heart, and he was so happy that he was elated: "Song Ming is still reasonable and knows how to be grateful, unlike some brat who talks back..."

"You always drink."

When Coach Liu saw him holding one and stepping on the other, he pulled himself up again, raised his glass decisively, and blocked his mouth.

"By the way, Xiao Song, the coach has another piece of good news that he didn't tell you."

Coach Ge was bored and put down his glass without saying anything: "In view of your outstanding performance in this Asian Championship, the head coach of the national team personally applied for you, and the application for the national first-level athlete has been approved."

"From now on, you will be a national first-level athlete. During training, you will enjoy the benefits of a first-level athlete and receive a monthly training subsidy of 5000 yuan."

"Wow, sister is great, a national first-class athlete!"

Before Song Lingyan could express her gratitude, Song Lingrui's eyes lit up and she rushed to speak.

"Wang Wang."

Wangcai also followed suit and shouted twice with great enthusiasm.

"Thank you coach."

Song Lingyan was also very happy. She served Coach Ge again and gave him a toast.

"Coach Liu."

Song Lingrui took advantage of the toast and took the opportunity to get close to Coach Liu: "I also want to practice shooting, can you teach me too?"

Coach Liu's eyes lit up: "You also want to practice shooting?"

"Uh-huh."

Song Lingrui nodded vigorously, his mouth smeared as sweet as honey: "I also want to be on the podium of the world champion and win glory for the country, just like my sister."

"it is good."

Coach Liu was happy to hear this and praised enthusiastically: "We, Xiao Rui, are ambitious and have wanted to win glory for our country since we were young."

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