Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 172 China wins! I want them all, Wen and Wu! !

After Cao Yanhai worshiped Bao Guowei as his disciple, it was logical that he became his bodyguard.

What I hear and see on weekdays has also benefited a lot in my behavior and worldview.

In daily contact, Cao Yanhai felt deeply that Bao Guowei, a seventeen-year-old boy, seemed to have tremendous experience and knowledge hidden deep in his heart, far exceeding anyone he had come into contact with.

But occasionally, he would have questions.

"Master Bao, you usually teach me to be diplomatic in dealing with people, to give in more, and not to get involved with troublesome people and troublesome things, but why don't you do this?"

Of course, Cao Yanhai complained about Bao Guowei's recent obstruction of him.

Bao Guowei stopped writing in his hand, turned his head and answered.

"People will insult themselves and others will insult them. You have misunderstood the relationship of priority.

It's not that I'm not tactful, it's that they came to mess with me. If I just give in and lose my backbone, others will only think that I am easy to bully. "

Bao Guowei smiled slightly, remembering the earnest teachings of later generations of teachers, and continued to explain.

"Facing an enemy who is stronger than you, you must have the courage to risk everything, only then can you find a glimmer of hope for victory."

When Bao Guowei said this sentence, he thought of the sword-bearers Luo Ji and Cheng Xin in the science fiction novel "The Three-Body Problem", and it seemed to be suitable to apply it here.

Keep this work in your heart silently.

Bao Guowei plans to present it perfectly at the right time.

Cao Yanhai tilted his head, seeming to be thinking.

Perhaps the muscles all over his body took up too much nutrients, so he thought about this sentence for a long time.

And back to the scene in front of me.

After Bao Guowei said those heroic words that the Chinese dragon has never fallen.

All the foreign representatives present had wonderful expressions on their faces.

Especially with Jiming, he seemed to be frightened by the other party. His original furious anger was gone. Instead, he took a few steps back with a look of horror on his face.

The fierceness in his eyes seemed to say, this child must not be kept!

Karl, the English representative, was very surprised.

He wore a decorative monocle and frowned tightly, as if it was an unprecedented thing for a Chinese with black eyes and black hair to say such a thing.

When did the Chinese people have such courage?

But he is also a Chinese expert and a scholar.

After thinking for a moment, he said with approval.

“Our current talent selection system in England is indeed affected to a certain extent by the imperial examination system.

It must be admitted that the past glory of China is indelible.

After all, every Westerner remembers the proverb that the East is a land of gold and spices. "

Karl agreed with Bao Guowei's first sentence, but said nothing about the impassioned words that followed.

The Great Empire is already lagging behind the United States. If you let China rise again, where will I put my face?

Where is Her Majesty's face?

Everyone naturally sneered at Bao Guowei's bold words.

"Napoleon once said that China is a sleeping lion. Once it wakes up, it will shock the world. I hope it will sleep forever."

Kant, the French representative, was a little surprised when he heard Bao Guowei's words at first.

Because the magnanimity displayed by the other party is far beyond the scope of his age.

But after thinking about it carefully, I became a little dismissive.

"Mr. Bao is talking eloquently here. Doesn't he know enough about your country's situation?

In my opinion, Napoleon's evaluation is still a bit high, and today's China does not deserve such an evaluation. "

The representatives present are well aware of everything that has been done to this land.

Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on their faces.

The Japanese representative Yoshiaki immediately became excited when he heard this. He shook his head and said.

"Mr. Karl is right! Not only are you not managing the country well now, but tens of millions of people have been severely affected by the plague, and I don't know how many people have died.

There is also sports. Sports just illustrate the health status of a country. According to the recent sports games, you are well-deserved for the title of Sick Man of East Asia! "

Nelson, the American representative, hesitated and thought.

Since "New York Times" reporter Matos thinks so highly of this kid, he must have a reason.

Thinking of this, he came out to smooth things over and said.

"Gentlemen, don't lose your identity. Mr. Bao is just a student now, and his achievements are already incredible.

Maybe his remarks are slightly inappropriate, but I believe that after studying, Mr. Bao will definitely become a literary genius comparable to Shakespeare. "

Nelson showed a kind smile, behaved very calmly, and continued to speak condescendingly to Bao Guowei.

"If Mr. Bao wants to, the door of American University will be open to you."

Matos frowned, feeling that there was always some thorn in the words of these people, but in the end he patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder.

"Mr. Bao, don't worry about these things. We are just having a friendly discussion."

Obviously, in his view, facing representatives from so many countries, Bao Guowei had no chance of winning.

After listening to these people's words quietly, Bao Guowei felt a little funny and said indifferently.

"This gentleman may have misunderstood. What I said was never a guess or a joke.

It is a goal that can be achieved in the near future, a goal for the Chinese nation to re-establish itself in the world.

In my opinion, this is a goal that can be achieved within a century. "

This statement seems a bit embarrassing to the representatives. Why do you say that you can rise? Is this just empty talk?

Within a hundred years?

Will everyone here still be there in a hundred years?

Yoshiaki said with a laugh.

"Mr. Bao, stop joking. It turns out you sound like a scholar.

Now you are like a child. Your country can't even handle the plague, but you still want to stand in the world?

This is simply nonsense! "

Youji Ming had heard about the epidemic situation in Hangcheng, and the attack on the Japanese had also caused a stir in Japan.

I was a little nervous at first. Has China really found a way to deal with the epidemic?

They even sent out many spies to steal relevant secrets.

But he later heard that Bao Guowei's method was indeed very effective in Hangzhou.

But when I arrived in other cities, I immediately became acclimated.

Immediately, contempt arose in his heart and he threw the matter behind him.

Bao Guowei glanced at the other party and said with great confusion.

"Who said we can't handle the plague well? I am confident that within three years, the impact of the plague will be eliminated on a large scale in this land."

Wow~

The representatives immediately lost their nerve, and even the American representative frowned.

This guy is so crazy!

How dare you say that the plague can be eliminated within three years? Even the United States and England, which have the most advanced medical technology, cannot do it.

Such a backward country says that it can basically eliminate the plague within three years?

It’s simply a fantasy, a fantasy!

French representative Kant shook his head, as if he was very disappointed with Bao Guowei.

"I think this Mr. Bao is not China's Shakespeare, but China's braggart."

The crowd immediately burst into laughter.

Even the Japanese representative Yuji Ming pretended to be a Westerner and shrugged, saying that he had lost interest in talking to Bao Guowei.

He said very arrogantly: "If your country can basically eliminate the plague within three years, I am willing to commit suicide by committing seppuku!"

Kant, the French representative, also laughed and said: "Hahahaha, if what you brag about can come true, I will swallow your smelly boots on the spot!"

New York Times reporter Matos slapped his head and sighed deeply. After all, Bao Guowei was a little too impulsive.

Now I am forced to brag, and I don’t know how to step down.

This is how young people are, and they still need to practice more.

He was still thinking of saying a few words to help Bao Guowei, but just as he stood up, his assistant John ran over in a hurry from outside.

"Sir! Sir! Something big happens!"

He hurried up to Matos and whispered in his ear for a long time.

Matos' face was like a roller coaster, going from peak to trough and then from trough to peak, and suddenly turned red.

He looked at Bao Guowei's back and said excitedly.

"Mr. Bao!"

But before he finished speaking, he heard a "bang".

Matos' voice stopped immediately, and he could only silently walk to Bao Guowei's side.

It turned out that the starting gun sounded on the field.

All the representatives lost interest in Bao Guowei, shook their heads with mocking expressions on their faces, and turned their attention to the semifinals of the men's 110-meter hurdles.

"Hey! Look, that Chinese player's steps are floating and he's limping a little. It's really funny!"

Among the crowd, someone didn't know who made a comment.

At this time, someone explained: "This Chinese guy seemed to have diarrhea earlier, and he almost missed the competition."

The audience suddenly realized this, especially the people of Hangzhou in the stands, who immediately felt a little depressed.

Not all the players at Zhicheng Middle School are reliable. I can still have diarrhea at the end of the game. Can I still win this game?

It seems that the Chinese have no way to win in the 110-meter hurdles.

"Let's go, go back and have a rest. Let's go back and watch the Zhicheng Middle School basketball team's game. I think that kid who scored in the middle can do it."

Many spectators in the stands were ready to leave.

Representatives from various countries had expressions of gloating on their faces, and some people commented immediately.

"As we expected, it is impossible for the Chinese to win in this kind of competition."

"Not just Chinese people, but all yellow people cannot win in this kind of competition!"

"This is the gap between races!"

And even after hearing this, Japan representative Ariyoshiaki still had a smile on his face.

On the contrary, he felt that the Japanese were wise and borrowed excellent bloodlines to strengthen themselves so that they could achieve results in the competition!

"Chinese people are far behind us Japanese. Study hard and then become a powerful craftsman! This is the spirit of the Yamato nation!"

he said excitedly.

Bao Guowei was almost amused by these words.

If we talk about the spirit of craftsmanship, the Yamato nation is indeed second to none in the love-related industries!

Seeing Cao Yanhai's performance, he was a little helpless. He had given repeated orders to the other party to be cautious.

Especially before the start of the game, try to eat as lightly as possible to avoid any problems.

People are prone to gastrointestinal problems when they are nervous. This guy must not have been able to hold back and ate his favorite stinky tofu before the game!

But Bao Guowei still has full confidence in Cao Yanhai.

Cao Yanhai mastered almost all of the later hurdling techniques taught by him.

It cannot achieve the effect of future generations of athletes, but facing this competition, winning the championship will be a piece of cake!

And the ridicule of representatives from various countries?

Bao Guowei didn't take it to heart. He knew that as soon as the article was published, all doubts and criticisms would be silenced.

This is an epoch-making article!

All problems can be solved as long as time gradually passes!

"Dear friends, look! Look! The Chinese player is sprinting! He is sprinting! He is surpassing other players step by step from the last place!"

The voice of the game commentator came from somewhere.

In this competition, Chang Balezi spent a lot of money, even bringing in the speakers.

Only the rich male voice was heard gradually turning from deep to excited.

The commentary is deafening and a little noisy.

But the audience who were about to leave heard it clearly. They immediately turned back and looked over with wide eyes.

"Hey! It's true! That black guy is so energetic! He actually caught up with him. It seems there is still hope!"

"Go, go, go! Fight that bastard Japanese man in front of you!"

"Black man! Win over the foreigners! If you win, I will be your wife!"

An unknown woman screamed, and the shrill voice suddenly penetrated the entire arena.

Cao Yanhai, who was running, paused, and the muscles on his face obviously twitched.

But he quickly adjusted his condition and resumed his running rhythm.

His technical movements have become muscle memory.

On each hurdle, raise the knee of your swing leg very high so you can land quickly.

Moreover, he adopts a hurdle-breaking posture with his upper body leaning forward, and his stepping leg is completely different from other athletes, making it more smooth and comfortable.

It is not noticeable at first, but when the acceleration is even, the gap becomes more and more obvious.

Under Cao Yanhai's explosive muscles, he moved forward step by step, very steadily.

One after another, they surpassed the foreigners.

Every time they passed, the people in the stands screamed in surprise.

After surpassing the Japanese bastard Junya Toyama, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.

The expressions of the representatives from various countries were uncertain, especially the Japanese representative Yoshiaki. He opened his mouth wide and kept mumbling.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? The Chinese can't be so powerful!"

Even if someone is anxious.

"Cheating! The Chinese must have cheated!"

During this period, there was no concept of doping.

So he just yelled a few words and didn't know how to explain it.

Kant, the representative of France, had a sneer on his face and was very disdainful.

"Don't be too happy Chinese people. You are only in second place. With the last half of the distance left, it seems like you don't have the strength to sprint, right?"

A black player from France ranked first.

This African-born athlete was naturalized into the French army because of his natural talent for running.

In this sports meeting, I was also invited by Gusu No. 2 Middle School to become their foreign aid.

In Kant's view, how could anyone outrun those black people in Africa?

This is a racial gap!

As long as the Chinese are not allowed to win, everything will be worth it!

Bao Guowei said unhurriedly: "Gentlemen, perhaps we should wait until the game is over before making any comments."

Kant couldn't hold back immediately. The Chinese boy in front of him was too arrogant. He made rude remarks many times and he had lost his patience.

"You guy! I must"

But halfway through speaking, I realized something was wrong.

Because the other representatives around him are not focused here, not even on the game.

For a time, there were more or less secretaries around them, reporting on some important matters.

Especially the representative from the United States. While listening to the secretary's description, he turned his attention to Bao Guowei, his eyes full of surprise.

At this time, the Japanese representative Yoshiaki screamed and said loudly.

"Nani! What did you say? Say it again! It must not be true!"

The secretary from Japan nodded and bowed, and raised his voice.

"Sir, I was right, and you heard right, the urgent telegram just came from China.

You must find Mr. Bao Guowei and consult with him on matters related to plague control. It would be best if you could invite him to Japan to give lectures. "

"Bao Guowei? What's going on?"

The secretary continued to explain: "Have you not heard clearly? The Shanghai Stock Exchange has issued a paper on matters related to the treatment of the plague. Now the international epidemiological community has exploded."

Yoshiaki looked dizzy, so he asked one last question.

"Why did Tian Locust give the order?"

"Tianlocust orders that Mr. Bao Bingwen must be treated well and invited to our country."

There was a "pop" sound, and Jiming's bow-legged legs seemed to have lost their strength, and he sat down on the ground.

Pointing at Bao Guowei not far away, he said.

"Bao Guowei? Mr. Bao!!!"

At this moment, at the same time.

The excited voice of the commentator echoed throughout the venue.

"Sprint! Sprint! Sprint! The black man is charging! Don't give the foreigners any chance!"

"Everyone, take a good look. This is a hurdler from China. He has the blood of China flowing in his body. He represents us alone. He is not alone in the team, he is not alone!"

What followed was a roar of cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"Long live!!!"

The commentator's voice was almost hoarse, he said with a cry.

"The game is over! The black man broke the record!"

"He defeated France! He defeated England! He defeated America!"

"He defeated the Japanese bastard!"

"Long live the great China! Long live the great black man!"

At this time, the spectators in the stands were like celebrating the New Year, uncontrollably breaking through the barriers of the guardrails.

They rushed towards Cao Yanhai unstoppably.

Representatives from various countries took several steps back, feeling an unstoppable force in front of the sea of people.

"Oh my God! Are these Chinese people?"

I don’t know which foreigner made a heartfelt sigh.