Get the perfect music system at the start

I was at least wearing sneakers, but that guy was wearing flip-flops, which was really something else.

That's it?

Even if I can't be number one, as long as I can defeat him, I should be considered to have brought glory to the country.

Thinking about all this, he clenched his fist.

However, when netizens in the gossip-loving country saw Xu Fan, their mood seemed to instantly improve.

"Wow, Huaxia is actually a 'lying flat' person, wearing slippers on the track, it's hilarious."

"That's it. My gossip country oppa can wipe out his Korean country in no time."

"Oppa, win the game, win the game, beat that ugly... well, he's not ugly, but he's here to make Chinese people laugh."

"Go for it, Oppa! You're the best! This Chinese guy can't run after a few words. Haha, it seems the fortunes of our Bagua Kingdom are about to soar, and China is probably doomed."

"Haha, who can disagree? It's truly gratifying that China has been chosen as a contestant."

"Everyone, stop arguing, the match has started."

Virtual sports field.

The competition was about to begin, and Xu Fan calmly began to take off his shoes within the time limit.

There's no way around it; running in flip-flops is practically suicide.

Even with Fan Ge's 9.83-second boost, Xu Fan didn't think he could actually run that fast.

As he slipped on his slippers, he glanced to his side, realizing his position wasn't ideal—the ninth one.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that the person next to him was a gossipy Chinese.

Of course, he didn't consider his opponent a worthy adversary at all; it was simply an unfair match.

Looking at the others, they all had both black and white skin, and physically they were all more suited to sprinting than the Chinese.

Naturally, he was nervous, after all, he was now representing China.

But I'm not worried, because the music system just started playing.

[Ding! Sensing the united prayers of the Chinese people, the host is rewarded with a pair of running shoes.]

This guy, why is Xu Fan so nervous?

Running shoes are not the shoes most people think of for running, but rather spiked shoes specifically designed for sprinting. They typically have seven or five spikes in the forefoot to ensure grip during running.

This thing is practically a bug in the game.

Xu Fan tossed his flip-flops aside, then reached down to his waist and found a pair of shoes hanging there.

When those shoes appeared on camera, the whole world went wild.

As Xu Fan leisurely began putting on his shoes, the comment sections in various countries went wild.

Upon arriving in the lower kingdom, Lu Shanhe opened his mouth wide and remained speechless for a long time.

Did I just guess right?

Xie Fei exclaimed excitedly, "Seven-stud running shoes! Seven-stud running shoes! This Xu Fan actually carries seven-stud running shoes! Who said he was a 'lying down' kid? He carries running shoes with him all the time; he's definitely an athlete!"

The host, Sanin, said with some nervousness and trepidation, "This is amazing! The camera was only showing the front view, so we didn't see it. It's incredible."

Xie Fei nodded and said, "I knew it. Why would the power of the world choose an ordinary person? Although I don't know who he is, and although he doesn't seem to have any achievements, he must have trained in sprinting, otherwise he wouldn't be carrying running shoes."

This statement has been widely accepted; at least, everyone in every corner of China agrees with it.

"Haha, this is truly a blessing from heaven for China."

"Our great nation is blessed with boundless fortune. I thought he was just a pretty boy, but I never expected him to be a runner. Those shoes are pretty professional, aren't they?"

"This is a bug! Even an ordinary person's speed would increase by more than a little if they wore running shoes."

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"So exciting, so exciting! Go Xu Fan! Go Xu Fan! Go Xu Fan!"

In an instant, the entire internet was flooded with messages like "Go Xu Fan!"

However, in other countries, the style is quite different.

"This is toxic! Report it! Chinese people are cheating!"

"China's five thousand years of history has even turned to such petty tricks."

"Hmph, my beautiful country is still number one even without shoes, and can enter the heart of the world. China borrows running shoes, which is not worth mentioning."

“Our country’s Wolf Rider, Stan Frank, also has running shoes. He should be training today, so he’s wearing them. A Chinese person simply can’t win.”

"Haha, so what if we borrow him? My Gossip Country oppa can still win him over with ease."

"Get rid of my ass!" When Park Mo from the Gossip Kingdom saw Xu Fan take out running shoes, he was completely stunned.

This is ridiculous, isn't it?

Don't tell me that Chinese people always carry a pair of running shoes when they go out, especially a pair of spiked shoes specifically for sprinting.

Park Moo felt like his worldview was about to collapse.

Forget about Stan Frank, he's a professional sprinter who once broke ten seconds in the 100 meters.

I can't compare to him. I thought it would be easy for me to surpass Xu Fan, but now...

"The competition has begun. Contestants, please prepare yourselves..."

The sounds of the sports event resumed as all eight athletes on the 100-meter track came to the front of the track.

Stan Frank is in lane 5, which is the best and most comfortable lane.

The one who matched him was Xu Fan, on the ninth track.

But Xu Fan wasn't worried.

As the race was about to begin, Xu Fan finally squatted down, momentarily forgetting his starting position.

Park Moo, who was standing nearby, saw this and was extremely excited.

He had specifically learned how to run on a variety show, but he didn't know how. It seems he's just a beginner. He might even fall down while wearing running shoes.

Park Moo was already itching to laugh, but the hearts of netizens in the country, who had just relaxed, were instantly gripped again.

In the studio, Sanin almost bit his tongue, and said nervously, "Isn't he... isn't he a professional athlete? Why is he still studying how the people next to him start running?"

Xie Fei: I didn't say anything just now.

How the hell was I supposed to know he didn't even know proper running form? He was clearly wearing sprint shoes.

Not only were the three guests in the live broadcast room nervous, but also eighteen people from all over the country.

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

boom!

Xie Fei stared intently at the screen and announced loudly, "The match begins..."

Xu Fan got off to a fast start...

Xu Fan sped up...

Stanton followed closely behind...

Xu Fan held on...

Go Xu Fan!

Xu Fan was very fast...

Xu Fan crossed the finish line...

"He won! He won! Xu Fan won!"

Yes, this is Xie Fei's first time doing commentary.

But today he was incredibly nervous; he had never felt so excited before.

Despite the pressure from world-renowned sprinter Stanton Falak, a Chinese man with yellow skin still managed to crush all his opponents and win the sprint race.

At this moment, all Schelling wanted to know was time.

At this very moment, however, the whole world was in an uproar.

The Chinese people, in particular, were thrilled.

Especially when listening to the host's excited commentary, the short 100-meter sprint, lasting only ten seconds, made people's emotions incredibly excited.

When the starting gun fired, over a billion people in China were watching the live broadcast, their fists clenched, their eyes glued to the screen, watching the man in shorts.

As Xu Fan sprinted forward, countless people silently cheered him on in their hearts.

The moment Xu Fan launched himself off like a rocket, the Chinese people erupted in cheers, with countless people shouting "Go Xu Fan!"

It was simply because Xu Fan's start was so beautiful; he flew out as fast as an arrow released from a bow.

The speed was so fast that it completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Just moments ago, everyone was worried that this person didn't even know how to start running, but the moment he actually started running, Xu Fan showed everyone what Chinese speed truly means.

When Xu Fan sprinted to about fifty meters, Stan Frank was almost right behind him. The commentator Schelling was already sweating with nervousness, not to mention the Chinese people watching the game.

Even though they had no idea where this so-called virtual sports field was, they felt as if they were actually there, as if they were right next to Xu Fan. They couldn't help but excitedly shout their encouragement.

As Xu Fan continued to accelerate, leaving Ston Frank behind, the internet was already in an uproar.

In particular, when Xu Fan crossed the 100-meter line, the commentators jumped up excitedly.

The Chinese people are already in an uproar.

"He won! He won! Xu Fan won!"

"I knew it! China is a great nation with thousands of years of history and a strong musical tradition. How could we just randomly choose someone to represent China in the music competition? Haha, this is so satisfying."

"We won! We won! God bless China! Xu Fan is awesome!"

"Wow, that speed is amazing! I feel like it's even faster than Qin Xun's speed. He's the record holder for the 100-meter dash in China."

"That was fast! You're an absolute speedster! I love you so much, bro!"

At this moment, it doesn't matter who Xu Fan was in the past.