I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 160 The God of Literature and the God of War Descend to Earth Simultaneously

At the moment he crossed the finish line, Chen Zhou didn't even look back.

He simply slowed down, walked to the shaded area beside the track, bent over, and supported his knees to adjust his breathing.

I only used 30% of my strength in that "speed is of the essence" move, and I didn't even feel a stitch after running the 100 meters.

Just then, the system notified me:

[His Majesty personally led the expedition, decisively defeating the Xiongnu, achieving remarkable military exploits and earning a place in history. Imperial prestige +3000!]

[Imperial Might: 3700]

The track behind us erupted into chaos.

How could a superhuman who breaks the ten-second barrier appear at a small provincial championship?
This achievement is rare even in national-level competitions.

In Chinese history, only two people have ever run a 10-second sprint.

The first one is Su Bingtian, who ran 9.83 seconds at the 2021 Tokyo Olympics.

The other is Xie Zhenye, whose best time in the 9 meters is 97 seconds.

If Chen Zhou's 9 seconds today is verified, he will become the third person in Chinese 98-meter history to achieve this feat!
As a high school student!
At this moment, there was a lot of discussion in the stands:

"Holy crap! Did that just fly?"

"9.98 seconds? Is the electronic screen broken? A high school student running that time?"

"I'm not seeing things, am I? Third in history?"

"..."

Gasps of surprise surged down from the audience like a tidal wave.

Some people rubbed their eyes, some took out their phones and snapped photos of the electronic screen, and even the referees by the finish line were whispering to each other.

One of the bespectacled elderly referees even pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke urgently into it.

Li Wei stared up at the fluctuating number, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out:
"impossible……"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling:

"The timer is broken...it must be broken..."

9.98 seconds.

This number was like a red-hot branding iron, searing his retina.

He has been training in sprinting for eight years, with a best time of 10.31 seconds. He is already a key player in the provincial sports school's development program, and his coach says that with a little more effort, he could make it to the national youth team.

But that kid from Guangya No. 2 Middle School, whose starting speed wasn't even top-notch, actually managed to break 10 seconds?

Don't overlook even a half-second difference.

But for an athlete, once their potential is exhausted, even a 0.01 improvement feels like an insurmountable chasm.

"Chen Zhou! You fucking... are you even human?!"

As soon as they turned into the passage, Zhang Jilong's roar exploded over them.

The old coach was so excited that his face turned red, and he almost crushed the sports drink in his hand.

He rushed up and tried to pat Chen Zhou on the shoulder, but then quickly pulled his hand back, afraid of hurting his precious son.

Cheng Yanqiu followed behind, also looking shocked.

She knew Chen Zhou was strong, but she didn't know he was this strong.

9 second 98!

What is this concept?
Just the fact that he is Chen Zhou's senior in sports is enough to make him a name for himself in sports history.

Not to mention Zhang Jilong as a coach.

It's no wonder he was so excited; it's understandable.

He smiled and was about to say "lucky" when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the passage.

Several people wearing "Provincial Sports School" uniforms rushed over.

The leader was a man in his fifties with a square face, a beer belly, and a whistle around his neck; he was clearly a coach.

He walked straight up to Chen Zhou, looked him up and down, and his eyes shone even brighter than Zhang Jilong's.

"Young man, your name is Chen Zhou, right?"

The man's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of urgency:

"I'm the head coach of the provincial sports school, my surname is Wang. Your results... are genuine, right?"

Zhang Jilong immediately shielded Chen Zhou behind him, his face darkening:
"What does Coach Wang mean? Do we, the students of Guangya No. 2 Middle School, need to resort to these tricks?"

Coach Wang waved his hand, ignoring Zhang Jilong, his eyes still glued to Chen Zhou.
"It's not doubt, it's shock! 9.98 seconds! You won't find another high school student like that in the whole country!" "How about this, come visit our sports school after the finals? I'll get you connected with a national team coach, I guarantee you'll make it into the provincial team!"

The way he said it sounded like he was trying to poach someone, and all the surrounding athletes looked over, their eyes full of envy.

Joining the provincial team, then the national team—this is the dream of countless sports students.

This is clearly an attempt to steal someone's thunder and reap the rewards.

Chen Zhou shook his head:

"Thank you, Coach Wang, but I haven't considered those things yet."

Coach Wang was taken aback, as if he hadn't heard clearly:
"What did you say? You won't even consider making the national team?"

"I still need to take the college entrance examination."

Chen Zhou spoke of it casually.

Coach Wang was stunned, then said angrily:

"How many points do you think you can get on the college entrance exam before you even take it? With scores like yours, even if you get a zero, tons of schools would still accept you!"

Chen Zhou thought for a moment and slowly said:
"It's not that high. I got a little over 650 on the last exam. Sprinting is just a hobby for me. Studying is my main job."

Upon hearing this, Coach Wang looked incredulous.

What the hell?
This kid runs so fast, and he still managed to get a score of 650?

Is it possible that the God of Literature and the God of War descended to earth at the same time and ended up in one person's body?
Cheng Yanqiu, standing to the side, helplessly covered his face.

Chen Zhou, wasn't this attempt at showing off a little too forced?

Before Coach Wang could say anything more, the loudspeaker in the corridor suddenly blared:

"Athletes participating in the men's 100-meter semi-finals, please assemble at the check-in area!"

"Repeating, athletes participating in the men's 100-meter semi-finals, please assemble at the check-in area!"

Chen Zhou patted Zhang Jilong's arm:
"Coach, the semi-finals are about to begin."

Zhang Jilong then came to his senses and quickly gave Chen Zhou a push:
"Yes, yes, the semi-finals! Let's go, let's ignore them!"

Coach Wang wanted to say something more.

Chen Zhou didn't stop walking; he simply raised his hand and waved.

The sunlight at the end of the tunnel was even brighter, shining on the red racing suits like a burning fire.

He looked at his opponent in the semifinals, smiled slightly, and that was his way of greeting him.

I am invincible, you may do as you please.

……

In both the semi-finals and the finals, Chen Zhou continued to throw the game.

He didn't break 10 seconds in the semifinals, finishing with a time of 10.02 seconds.

In the final, I pushed a little harder and just broke 10 seconds, finishing with a time of 9.99 seconds.

This result allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

For outsiders, 9.99 seconds is already quite impressive.

It wasn't that shocking to him.

It might shock the whole country, but it wouldn't be to the point of sending him for dissection.

Even if we were to cut the pieces, Su Bingtian should be ahead of him.

Overall, it's still an acceptable result.

But Chen Zhou had just finished the competition and hadn't even had time to change his clothes when he saw a group of people carrying long guns and short cannons squeeze in through the green channel.

Obviously.

Reporters who had received the news rushed over.

Flashes of light rained down on Chen Zhou, who instinctively raised his hand to shield himself.

The lead female reporter had already held the microphone to his mouth:
"Chen Zhou! Is your 9.99-second time your true ability? As a high school student, does achieving this time mean you will be directly selected for the national team?"

"I heard that your academic performance is also excellent. Will you choose to be admitted through a special sports program or take the regular college entrance examination in the future?"

"Some netizens have questioned whether the timer is malfunctioning. What is your response to this?"

The problems came at us like a hail of bullets.

Just as Chen Zhou was about to speak, Zhang Jilong suddenly stepped in front of him, still clutching the half-finished sports drink bottle in his hand:
"Dear journalists! Chen Zhou has just finished his competition and needs to rest! Please contact the organizing committee if you have any questions—"

(End of this chapter)