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

At 8 a.m. Paris time and 3 p.m. China time, the women's 25-meter rapid-fire pistol team competition officially begins.

Competitors entering the competition.

The China Central Sports Station broadcast live, and the high-definition camera focused on three heroic athletes.

Song Lingyan, Zhou Jing, and Xiao Wei are wearing the same national team summer uniforms, short-sleeved T-shirts and sports trousers.

All three of them have short hair, fresh, capable, elegant and unrestrained.

"Sister Yan, come on!"

"Sister Yan, you are my god!"

"Sister Yan, we love you!"

Song Lingyan passed by the auditorium, smiling and waving. The fan support group was excited. They all stood up from their chairs, waved the national flag, and shouted loudly.

"Those Chinese people are so noisy."

"There's no need to be so arrogant."

"What is God?"

"The bullshit is almost blown to the sky."

In the shooting gallery, many spectators did not know anything about the shooting world and just came to watch the fun.

Some people understand Chinese, sarcastically, and sneer.

"Those foreigners are so annoying."

"Tobacco powder has the qualifications to be arrogant!"

"Sister Yan wins the championship, and you will understand what a god is."

"We just like to blow, what can you do to us?"

A classmate from the French Department of Huaguo Ocean University happens to understand French.

Thus, a fierce war of words began.

Neither side wanted to give in, and there was a debate going on for 300 rounds.

Song Lingyan didn't pay attention to the noise in the audience and walked to the target position with his two teammates.

"Come on! Sisters!"

"come on!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

"The Chinese team must win!"

Arriving at the target position, Zhou Jing took the lead, and the three teammates bumped fists with each other to cheer them on. They then put on earmuffs and concentrated on the game.

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After winning the World Cup finals, the three sharpshooters of the Chinese team became famous. Shooting teams from all over the world regarded the Chinese team as their number one competitor.

The old European powerhouses that originally did not take the Chinese team to heart also changed their attitude. Before the game, they conducted a careful analysis of the three members of the Chinese team.

However, the results of the analysis were disappointing.

The three Chinese players worked together flawlessly.

Especially Song Lingyan, from raising the gun to aiming and firing, every action was as precise as a textbook, leaving no chance for his opponent to win.

At the end of the analysis, the only conclusion they came to was that they could only hope for an accidental event.

For example, the hidden danger of heart disease in a talented girl relapsed during the game and she left the game midway.

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Song Lingyan's hidden risk of heart disease is not only known to foreign shooting teams, but also to the Chinese coaching staff.

Coach Liu was sitting on the coaching bench behind the target position, his eyes flashing with a hint of worry.

The Olympic Games is no different from other competitions. Gold medals carry too much weight in the hearts of the people.

Every gold medal is hard-won and is earned by the athletes’ hard work and perseverance.

Every gold medal is a lifelong honor for an athlete.

The consequences of any tiny, detailed error in the game may be lifelong and irreparable regrets.

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"Amitabha, Buddha bless you, Yanyan's body must be sustained." "Heart disease must not recur during the game."

"God must open his eyes and bless Yanyan to successfully complete the competition."

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. He couldn't help but murmur and croak, which made the head coach of the national team shrink his eyes and glare at him angrily.

"Young man, you still can't calm down. How can you guide your apprentice when you are so nervous?"

"Hey hey hey."

Coach Liu's old face turned red and he shut his mouth.

The head coach of the national team looked away and subconsciously clenched and unclenched his right fist to relieve his nervousness.

Coach Liu caught his little move with keen eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Sure enough, he was too young. There was no need to express his nervousness. He could just use body language to express it.

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The referee enters the scene, the test shoot ends, and the game officially begins.

The positioning of the three contestants of the Chinese national team is the same as that of the World Cup finals. Song Lingyan is like a needle in the sea, with a firm and upright back, giving unparalleled trust to his teammates.

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the boiling shooting gallery fell silent.

The three Chinese players acted in unison. When they heard the referee's instruction, "END OF PREPARATION", they were ready to finish. Without any hesitation, they immediately fired their bullets.

The scoreboard then displays the results of the three players.

Standing from left to right, Song Lingyan, Zhou Jing, and Xiao Wei ranked 10.8, 10.5, and 10.3 respectively.

There was quite a commotion in the shooting gallery.

The fans were excited, straightening their backs and feeling extremely proud.

The local audience in Country F stopped fighting and lost the courage to continue fighting.

"Bang bang bang."

The three Chinese players were as powerful and domineering as they fired every shot accurately.

The scorer's continuous high scores of more than 10.2 rings shocked everyone.

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"The performance of the three players of the Chinese team was amazing."

"Under the leadership of Sister Yan, Zhou Jing and Xiao Wei have performed at a super level. So far, every shot has been above 10.2 rings without any mistakes."

"The three team members have been participating in team competitions together for two years since the Asian Games, and they work together very well."

"The postures and movements are synchronized, and when viewed on the screen, they look like one person."

"Not only are their movements synchronized, but their auras are also similar. It feels like Zhou Jing and Xiao Wei have been assimilated by Sister Yan. The moment they fired the bullets, they had exactly the same aura of killing and decisiveness."

In the live studio of China Central Sports Station, the two commentators were also excited to watch and full of praise.

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The three Chinese players were focused on the competition.

Thirty shots were fired slowly, round after round, and the shooting was hearty.

The slow shot ended, and the score temporarily ranked first, attracting special attention from reporters from various countries.

The flashbulbs kept flashing, and the high-definition camera focused on the three contestants.

The fans were even more excited. Yan Ming and Assistant Wu began to wave the pocket version of the national flag to the rhythm, and the fans shouted slogans loudly.

Li Xiaoling participated in it and shouted at the highest decibel level.

Song Weiguo silently handed his wife drinks and pear candy, clearing her throat.

"It's so exciting to watch the game live. I haven't experienced this kind of tension and excitement for many years since I graduated from college."

Mu Mao's seat was next to Song Lingxiao. The always gentle and dignified lady was also excited at this moment. She was waving the national flag and shouting slogans with the fans. Her lively and cheerful personality seemed to be a different person.

"The charm of smoke is invincible."

Song Lingxiao proudly boasted about her sister with the pride that belongs to her eldest brother, without any intention of being modest.

"As long as she plays, she can give people an unparalleled sense of trust. She is like a bright pearl, shining and attracting everyone's attention."