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

At the end of the sixth round, there was thunderous applause in the shooting hall. All spectators, regardless of nationality, young or old, were conquered by the strong perseverance and tenacious fighting spirit of the Chinese girls.

The figure standing in front of the target, with a pale face and not a tall and strong back, gave people an indescribable sense of trust.

Song Lingyan wore earmuffs to block out all noise and changed bullets skillfully.

Her heart was still throbbing in pain, so she took a few more deep breaths, trying her best to calm down her emotions.

His heart aches, proving that he is still alive, which is the blessing among misfortunes.

As long as he lives, she is satisfied.

She can muster all the courage to overcome all difficulties and achieve final victory.

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"boom!"

With a gunshot, the seventh round began.

Song Lingyan's momentum changed again at this moment.

She is like an invincible female war goddess, with dazzling light all over her body.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, unblinking and unable to look away.

"Bang bang bang."

There were four more gunshots in a row, and the scorer turned green all the way.

There were cheers in the shooting gallery.

Song Lingyan continued to maintain the lead, temporarily ranking first with 35 out of 34 shots.

The Slovakian player at target position 1 made consecutive mistakes and dropped to fourth place, overtaken by the American player.

Player E Ross at target position 2 performed steadily in this round, hitting 35 of 32 shots, temporarily ranking second.

Chinese player Zhou Jing ranked fifth and unfortunately retired.

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The next two rounds will once again become an exhibition match for talented girls.

Song Lingyan was so powerful that she never missed a shot and persisted until the final battle for the championship and runner-up.

The one who stayed in the field at this moment and had the last laugh with her was player E Rose at target position 2.

The players from the United States ranked third, and the players from Slovakia only ranked fourth.

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"The most exciting battle for the championship and runner-up has begun. What appears on the screen now is Chinese player Song Lingyan. She performed very well in the competition. She overcame the illness with extraordinary perseverance and persisted until the last round."

"Dear viewers in front of the TV, let us pray together for the athletes who are fighting tenaciously on the field, and wish them that they will get what they want and win the final victory."

The impassioned voice of the commentator on the Central Sports Station sounded again. The TV viewers watching the game spontaneously prayed for our talented girl in their hearts.

Song Lingyan was wearing earmuffs and brown sunglasses, and the girl's slightly pale, calm face was clearly shown on the screen.

"boom."

A piercing gunshot sounded, and as the girl pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet whizzed out, pierced the air with a sharp whistle, and penetrated the target.

The green light came on and there was silence in the shooting gallery.

The fans held their breath and prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the final victory would come soon.

"Bang bang bang bang."

There were four more gunshots in a row, one bullet every three seconds, non-stop shooting.

The scorer lights up four green lights in a row.

Song Lingyan breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pistol, took off her earmuffs, faced the audience, and turned around.

The girl's lips curled up slightly, and she waved her arms, showing a comfortable smile.

"Win, win, Sister Yan wins"

"Our God wins."

"Smoke God, Smoke God, Smoke God, Smoke God, Smoke God..."

There was a brief silence in the shooting gallery, and then thunderous cheers erupted.

The fans stood up from their chairs excitedly, rushed to the railings with cheers, waved their arms and cheered loudly.

I don’t know who took the lead and shouted the first smoke god, and then the entire smoke fan support group was boiling.

The fans waved their arms in unison and shouted slogans. The deafening sound echoed in the shooting gallery and lingered for a long time.

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"We won, we won."

"The Chinese team has another gold medal!"

"The shooting team is indeed an ace team. It has won three gold medals in this Olympics." "So far, China is temporarily ranked first in the Olympic medal list with three golds, two silvers and three bronzes."

"Let us congratulate Song Lingyan and the Chinese shooting team."

"I hope our country's sharpshooters can continue their efforts and bring glory to the country in the next games."

Facing the hundreds of millions of Chinese viewers in front of the TV, the commentator of the China Central Sports Station was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. With a high-pitched voice, he shouted the sound of a broken gong.

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"Ling Yan, how is your health?"

At the end of the game, Coach Liu rushed to the target position immediately and asked about his condition: "Can you persist until the end of the award ceremony? Do you need to go to the hospital now?"

"No, I can hold on."

Song Lingyan smiled and waved in front of the camera, then followed Coach Liu back to the coaching bench.

"Ling Yan, don't force it."

Coach Liu was still worried: "You have a skeet competition the day after tomorrow."

"I know."

Song Lingyan knew what was going on: "After the ceremony, I will go to the hospital. Before that, coach, please tell Sister Yanqiu and let her check. What happened in Bili City during the game?"

Coach Liu was a little confused: "Why are you checking this?"

Song Lingyan thought of an excuse to excuse him: "I'm afraid that the road will be closed and there will be traffic jams on the way to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll tell him right now."

Coach Liu believed it, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Qin Yanqiu.

"Thank you coach."

Song Lingyan smiled and walked towards the head coach.

"Congratulations, you have proven yourself with your strength, you are the best!"

The head coach personally unfurled the national flag and draped it around her body.

"Thank you coach for trusting me."

Song Lingyan, draped in the national flag, smiled and waved to the camera.

The smoke powder in the live broadcast room of China Central Sports Station was boiling.

【Smoke God! 】

【Smoke God! 】

【Smoke God! 】

【Smoke God! 】

【Smoke God! 】

One comment after another is like pasting and copying, shouting new slogans uniformly, expressing respect like an idol.

"Yanyan, congratulations on winning the Grand Slam."

Wu Meng squeezed over with a microphone in hand and told her about the spontaneous prayers of netizens during the game through congratulations.

Song Lingyan's eyes flashed with emotion, and she waved again to express her gratitude to the netizens.

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The award ceremony began, and the President of the International Olympic Committee personally presented awards to the winners.

Li Jingchen was at the side and presented flowers to the players.

Song Lingyan frowned slightly, and when he handed over the flowers, she glared at him unkindly.

She was suspicious that this guy suddenly appeared just to scare her.

"Yanyan, congratulations to you. You deserve the gold medal. You are invincible and worthy of being called the God of Smoke."

Compared to her uncertainty, Li Jingchen was much calmer.

At this moment, he admired her from the bottom of his heart and sent his blessings sincerely.

"Thank you."

Song Lingyan was quietly relieved when she saw that he didn't deliberately trick her into proposing by presenting flowers like he did during the Asian Championships.

"See you later."

Li Jingchen extended his hand to shake her hand in a very gentlemanly manner.

Song Lingyan raised her lips slightly, smiled politely, and did not answer.

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