The School Beauty’s Chapter 793 - 790: Words That Astound

Chapter 793: Chapter 790: Words That Astound

This ti, Qin Hao still didn’t warm up. He just lazily stepped onto the starting block once the referee gave the order.

Such behavior was scorned during the preliminaries.

However, no one in the semifinals is a weakling.

Moreover, with his good looks, long legs, and lazy yet handso deanor, many people began cheering for him quietly.

In their eyes, Qin Hao’s series of actions had instead beco his unique style.

In the VIP box seats, Wang Weiyin was smiling, seemingly in a good mood.

Although Qin Hao is mischievous, he proves useful at crucial monts, at least drawing countless fans, right?

But Director Xu didn’t think the sa.

He suddenly teased, "Still no warm-up, it seems Qin Hao wants to maintain this ’lazy’ style to the end, huh?"

The elderly man sitting in the main seat slightly frowned. Wang Weiyin was startled, cursing Director Xu silently.

But he imdiately said, "Athletes ultimately speak with their results. As long as he achieves results, nothing else matters."

"Even if he runs in slippers?"

Director Xu scoffed.

That was obviously a sarcastic remark, but Wang Weiyin found it amusing: back then, didn’t he actually run in slippers and beat Su Ming?

"Of course, as long as he can achieve results, even if Director Xu runs naked, it’s all good."

Tired of being needled, Wang Weiyin decided to retaliate with sarcasm.

"You..."

Director Xu didn’t expect Wang Weiyin to be so crude. He glanced at the elder beside him, hoping for disapproval, but none ca.

He was about to retaliate with words when the elder finally spoke, "This is an international event after all. Don’t bicker, the both of you."

The two of them obediently shut their mouths, and the elder sighed, "Young people nowadays will do whatever it takes to beco famous. So be it, as long as he can make it to the finals, whether or not he warms up is his business."

Even though he disliked laziness, the elder acknowledged Wang Weiyin’s words.

In sports, it’s ultimately results that speak.

Wang Weiyin was delighted: "Judging from Elder Tang’s tone, it seems he holds Qin Hao in high regard?"

Bam!

The starting gun fired, and all athletes from the eight lanes dashed out.

After the foundation of the first two rounds, Qin Hao’s running technique beca more polished.

Especially his start, which was even more professional than textbooks.

At the sound of the gun, he shot out, and in a blink, had already run several ters.

With a perfect start, he montarily took the lead, ahead of the second place by half a body length, truly taking the lead.

"Qin Hao!"

The surrounding spectators, witnessing this scene, stood up and cheered with all their might. No matter what, today, a Huaxia person was leading competitors from other countries.

Even if it lasted only a few seconds, it was sothing to be proud of.

The race continued in the stadium.

Just like in the second round of preliminaries.

Qin Hao still encountered problems during the middle segnt.

It wasn’t a personal issue, but the other athletes, having adjusted from a poor start, began accelerating using their full physical capabilities.

For most athletes, the middle and latter parts were their final trump cards.

The scene at that mont vividly demonstrated this point.

The originally trailing seven athletes started accelerating, gradually closing the gap with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao felt the fierce wind rushing around him, his eardrums buzzing from the wind.

He couldn’t hear the surrounding sounds clearly, but from the corner of his eyes, he could see the people on both sides accelerating as if they were about to overtake him.

Those in lanes 3 and 5 were obviously top perforrs, with naturally strong capabilities.

Qin Hao had no ti to think further. He infused his feet with inner strength and sprinted with all his might, his speed increasing sharply.

"What!"

The athletes beside him thought they were about to catch up, but were surprised when Qin Hao suddenly accelerated.

Is this a car or what? The human body was already at its limit, how could he accelerate even more?

Everyone was baffled, but the race was nearing its end.

The other athletes, seeing Qin Hao pulling far ahead, knew the first place was out of reach, and they all concentrated on sprinting to secure the second place.

In the final monts, Qin Hao realized he was going too fast, and slightly slowed down, crossing the finish line first by a narrow margin.

9.91 seconds.

Before he could see the second-place result, he was greeted by a deafening cheer.

The weight and volu of which far exceeded those at the start.

"Qin Hao!"

"Huaxia first place!"

"Long live!"

Various shouts filled the air, giving Qin Hao a unique sense of pride.

He occasionally watched running competitions, aware that champions often drape themselves in the national flag and sprint around the track after winning.

He used to think it was a aningless act, but now he realized how justified it was.

Having just finished running, he was a bit tired but ntally exhilarated, further amplified by the cheering all around.

Any normal person would feel as if they had taken a stimulant.

If they didn’t do sothing, they might burst from the excitent.

And running with the national flag was the best way to vent.

Qin Hao really wanted to do that, but couldn’t find a flag, and then reconsidered, realizing no one celebrates in the semifinals, right?

While he was hesitating, a large group of people rushed towards him, they turned out to be caran and an elegant female reporter.

"Qin Hao, I’m Ye Shanshan from the press. How does it feel to take first place in the semifinal group?"

Actually, as Ye Shanshan approached, she had mixed feelings.

Seeing Qin Hao reminded her of that cold man she t the other day.

It was that cold man who affected her mood afterward, making her involuntarily show a cold face while interviewing other athletes.

She initially wanted to take revenge on Qin Hao by brushing off a few questions with her cold deanor.

But as she drew near, she found it hard to do so.

Huaxia, first...

In terms of sprinting, this was sothing that hadn’t happened for many years.

Ye Shanshan was also a Huaxia person, with an humble yet passionate dream.

Now, the dream seed almost within reach. She couldn’t contain her emotions, and her cold deanor turned to excitent in the end.

Qin Hao didn’t know what Ye Shanshan was thinking, he was just quite puzzled: "Do reporters introduce themselves now?"

After joking, he felt there was no need to be aloof toward a pretty reporter, so he said, "Taking first in the group, I’m very happy."

"??"

Ye Shanshan was a bit dumbfounded. Dude, you took first in the group, you just made the Huaxia people proud. Why don’t you seem excited at all?

After a mont of awkward laughter, Ye Shanshan still used her elegant and sweet voice, "It seems that Qin Hao is still imrsed in excitent and hasn’t co back to earth yet, but it doesn’t matter. I would like to ask another question, Qin Hao, you tied the Asian record, do you have anything to say to your teammates, your coach, or your family?"

Qin Hao thought for a second and earnestly said, "Wait for

to co back and play cards, Director Wang don’t be mad, sis eat less snacks..."