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Scoreboard refresh:
10 rings!
Three arrows, 30 rings! Full marks!

boom--! ! !
The stands where the Chinese contingent was located erupted in chaos.

It wasn't cheering; it was a cathartic outpouring of adoration, with national flags waving wildly and people jumping up and down, patting each other on the shoulder regardless of whether they knew each other or not.

Several young international students, their faces flushed red, shouted at the top of their lungs, but their voices were drowned out by the even louder roar: "He Yuting! He Yuting! He Yuting!"

As Xiaoyu listened to the cheers that filled the stadium for her, she felt that her name was resounding in a foreign arena for the first time with such a powerful rhythm.

On the day she achieved her good results, the Chinese people only found out after waking up. Everyone spread the news and learned that the final was in the early morning. They cursed the foreigners' sun for being unreasonable, but many people were already preparing to wait for the early morning competition.

In contrast to the cheers and tension of the Chinese people, the air in a makeshift tactical analysis room in the Olympic Village was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.

The coaching staff of the South Korean archery team sat around a bulky video camera. On the screen, Xiao Yu's data for every arrow from the ranking matches to the semi-finals was played repeatedly in slow motion.

Head coach Park Jong-woo, a renowned coach known for his rigorous tactics and ability to psychologically destroy opponents, was tapping heavily on his open notebook with his fingertips. The notebook was filled with dense notes of observations.

His voice was low and carried a rare air of anxiety: "Do you understand now? This Chinese player, He Yuting, is not consistent."

He glanced around the room at the assistant coach and his own ace player, Kim Soo-min, who would be facing Xiao Yu in the final. "The word 'stable' is an insult to her."

He pressed the pause button, and the image froze at the moment Xiaoyu released the bowstring, her back muscles like outstretched wings, her eyes shining through the sight like two tangible beams of light.

"This is an absolute repetition. From the first arrow in the ranking tournament to the last arrow in the semi-finals, her error rate, according to our calculations, is less than 0.8%. Note that this is not about the ring value being stable, but about the stability of the physical parameters of the movement itself. Her bow lift height, draw rhythm, positioning angle, and release timing are as if they have been measured with a ruler."

Coach Park's assistant added, "Her mental curve is even more terrifying. Usually, athletes relax when they are leading, become anxious when they are behind, and fluctuate during crucial arrows. But she doesn't. Our heart rate monitoring simulation shows that her mental load line is almost a straight line. No matter who she faces or which arrow she shoots, her inner stability is unbreakable. This is not like a human being, but more like an archery machine programmed with perfection!"

Park Jong-woo chimed in, his tone complex, "Her biggest weakness, theoretically, should be experience. This is her first Olympics, the pressure of the final is completely different, but..."

He shook his head.

It was obvious that this child's composure in big situations was extraordinary.

This is not something that absolute strength can prevent one from being nervous. In the United States, a country that completely surpasses China, she should naturally feel inferior and unnatural when she steps onto this land.

But the confidence in his eyes doesn't lie.

Coach Park pulled up the data for the last set of arrows in the semifinals, showing three consecutive close-ups of 10 rings. "Look here," he said, "at the crucial moment that determined her advancement, instead of holding back, she chose the most aggressive, fast-paced, high-pressure approach. This wasn't a lack of experience; it was absolute confidence that crushed any so-called experience. She enjoyed the pressure; she used the atmosphere of the entire arena to increase her own pressure and then transformed that pressure into the speed and accuracy of her arrows. This is a terrifying approach that treats the Olympics as a testing ground!"

The analysis room was silent except for the hum of the video recorder's cooling fan.

Kim Soo-min had been silent until she suddenly spoke, her voice soft but sending a chill down everyone's spine: "Coach, what's our strategy for the finals...?"

Park Jong-woo narrowed his eyes slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Based on my analysis, she always performs at a much lower level when she's on her period. She probably tried to use medication to postpone or advance her period this Olympics, but I've had her food checked every day to prevent her from changing her menstrual cycle. Don't worry, as long as she's not arrogant, she'll be no match for you. Just focus on the competition, and remember, heaven doesn't favor China!"

Kim Soo-min pursed her lips.

As a female athlete.

She wasn't very happy.

After years of hard work, she hopes that He Yuting can demonstrate her abilities and have a good competition with her!
On August 9th, the women's individual archery gold medal match took place.

When Xiaoyu appeared at the athletes' tunnel, the sound of the crowd in the final venue rose and shifted dramatically. Countless cameras were pointed at her, and the clicking sound was so exaggerated that it instantly turned into a dense rain of light. The light spots from the cameras danced on her body, as if welcoming a superstar.

Xiao Yu smiled and nodded.

On the surface, Coach Wang and others appeared calm and collected, but inside they were so tense that they were on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Yu was at her lowest point at the Olympics. Chen Qing and He Yuan, shameless adults, used their positions to sit next to Coach Wang.

This made a group of children far behind extremely jealous.

He Yuxiang wanted to go even more.

But Chen Qing and He Yuan were shameless enough that they couldn't take care of the child, so only the two of them could have close contact with Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu ran joyfully into her aunt's arms: "Auntie!"

Chen Qing smiled and patted her hair: "You're in good spirits today, and the weather is nice too."

Xiao Yu smiled and nodded, then snuggled against her affectionately.

Coach Park, watching Xiaoyu's movements, said to Kim Soo-min, "Look, she's just a child who hasn't grown up yet, nothing to be afraid of."

Kim Soo-min nodded and bent down to arrange her bow and arrows.

The signal to begin the final match sounded.

All the noise, heat, and restlessness collapsed into an absolute silence at that moment.

Seventy meters away, two golden bullseyes lay at the edge of the field of vision, tiny yet absorbing the light of the entire world.

People at the scene were watching closely, people from all over the world were watching closely, and as Chinese people, we were watching even more closely.

The competition is a two-round format.

144 arrows need to be fired in one day, and a total of 288 arrows in two days. The rule is simple: the score is the sum of the scores for the two days.

This is a huge test for the athletes' physical and mental abilities.

Because once an arrow is shot below seven points, it takes five or eight arrows to catch up.

Chen Qing patted Xiao Yu on the back: "It's about to begin."

Xiaoyu hugged her aunt tightly again, as if drawing energy from her: "I will do my best."

Chen Qing cupped her face in his hands and said earnestly, "Xiao Yu, believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Um!!!"

Xiaoyu nodded heavily.

His cheeks puffed out.

After turning around, she strode towards her battlefield.

Chen Qing held He Yuan's hand: "Even though it's the first day, I'm so nervous."

"Me too……"

He Yuan really felt that this kind of tension and excitement was something he hadn't experienced in a long time, and as a result, he came to the Olympics and experienced it thoroughly.

Both of them sat quietly, afraid that they might not be able to handle the pressure and embarrass Xiaoyu.

After Chen Qing sat down, he noticed the veins bulging on Coach Wang's hand as he gripped the water bottle and couldn't help but ask, "Coach Wang, what's wrong?" (End of Chapter)