mijobooks Chapter 60 This talent is simply terrifying!
Chapter 60 This talent is simply terrifying!
He bowed slightly, his face displaying just the right amount of respect and composure, neither overly enthusiastic nor at all nervous or flustered, his voice clear and resonant:
"Hello, Teacher Lin." He didn't use the more common "Coach Lin," but instead chose the more friendly and respectful "Teacher Lin," a detail that made Lin Jun's eyebrows twitch almost imperceptibly.
All eyes, especially Lin Jun's sharp, scrutinizing gaze, were now focused on Chen Zhiyuan.
With just one glance, Lin Jun secretly nodded in approval.
The young man was in excellent spirits. He was about 1.83 meters tall, with broad shoulders, long legs, a well-proportioned physique, and smooth, non-exaggerated muscle lines. He certainly had the physique for a sprinter.
More importantly, she has a good temperament. Unlike the naivety or timidity often seen in freshmen, she is calm, confident, and neither arrogant nor humble, making a good first impression.
Lin Jun didn't exchange many pleasantries and went straight to the point, his tone calm but carrying an invisible pressure: "Xiao Chen, I heard from Bingying that you ran a time of 10.02 seconds."
"I came all the way from Beijing just to see it with my own eyes. Don't disappoint me and make this trip in vain."
His gaze was fixed on Chen Zhiyuan's eyes, as if trying to see through appearances to the essence.
Chen Zhiyuan met Lin Jun's gaze with clear and determined eyes. He did not boast, but gave a confident yet measured answer: "Teacher Lin, I will do my best to run at my best."
This answer earned a hint of approval from Lin Jun—not arrogant or impatient, knowing what's going on, very good.
Next, Su Bingying introduced several leaders from the School of Physical Education to Chen Zhiyuan.
Chen Zhiyuan greeted everyone politely and with a humble attitude.
Subsequently, under Su Bingying's personal guidance, Chen Zhiyuan began a systematic warm-up exercise.
Stretching, activation, short-distance sprint practice... every step was more standardized and thorough than yesterday.
Chen Zhiyuan learned very quickly, his movements were precise, and his physical condition was visibly improved.
After warming up, Chen Zhiyuan once again stood on the familiar 100-meter starting line.
Compared to yesterday, the audience on the sidelines was much more substantial—national team coaches, academy leaders, senior sports professors… Every gaze was focused on him like a searchlight, and the air seemed to grow heavier.
Holding the starting pistol, Su Bingying stood to the side of the starting line and shouted in a loud voice: "On your marks—get set—go!"
"Bang!"
The moment the gun fired, Chen Zhiyuan exerted his strength from below, his figure darting out like a cheetah at full power! His starting reaction was astonishingly fast!
Lin Jun's gaze was like the most precise instrument, instantly capturing every detail of Chen Zhiyuan.
Seeing that still amateurish crouch start, he understood immediately and even shook his head slightly—he had indeed not undergone formal training.
But when he saw Chen Zhiyuan's starting speed, which was almost synchronized with the sound of gunfire, his eyes lit up!
This speed of nerve reaction and initial explosive power is absolutely a manifestation of top talent, an "instinct" that countless professional athletes struggle to achieve even with hard training!
What happened next confirmed his judgment.
Chen Zhiyuan's running technique is indeed rough. There are obvious problems with the coordination of arm swing, hip extension, stride frequency and stride length. He runs entirely by relying on his strong physical qualities and an almost savage sprinting instinct.
But that speed... was really fast!
The speed was so fast that even Lin Jun, who was used to seeing high-level athletes, was stirred up!
The 100-meter distance takes only about ten seconds at full speed.
With a whooshing sound as he rushed across the finish line, Chen Zhiyuan's figure swept across the wind with an indomitable spirit!
At the finish line, the electronic timer's bright red numbers jumped sharply before finally freezing—
10.00 seconds.
He tied the Asian record held by Koji Ito!
An eerie silence instantly fell over the entire area beside the track.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the number, as if trying to imprint it into their minds.
Even though I had already witnessed 10.02 seconds yesterday, and even though I had some expectations, the impact of seeing the milestone number "10.00" in person was still shocking.
A strong sense of unreality permeated the air—did all of this really happen? And to a boy who had just graduated from high school?
After a brief moment of astonishment, Su Bingying was overwhelmed with immense joy, even more intense than yesterday!
10 second 00!
Compared to yesterday's 10.02 seconds, it has improved by 0.02 seconds!
In the realm of the ten-second barrier, improving by even 0.01 seconds is incredibly difficult, yet this kid managed to do it in just one night, without any professional guidance!
This talent is simply terrifying!
Lin Jun, who had seen his share of storms, was stunned for several seconds before slowly exhaling.
His face was initially filled with disbelief, which was then replaced by a huge, indescribable joy.
Only one thought was roaring in his mind: Unparalleled genius!
China's men's 100-meter sprint may very well be about to witness the emergence of a world-shaking supernova!
The long-standing Olympic qualifying dilemma that has plagued him may finally see a fundamental turning point thanks to the emergence of this young man!
Su Bingying was so excited that his voice was trembling. He turned to Lin Jun and shouted, "Senior brother, how about it? I wasn't bragging, was I? I wasn't lying to you!!!"
Lin Jun nodded vigorously, a rare, obvious smile appearing on his usually serious face.
He patted Su Bingying on the shoulder, but his gaze returned to Chen Zhiyuan, who was slightly out of breath and adjusting his breathing at the finish line. His voice was steady but filled with barely suppressed excitement:
"Great! Bingying, you've given me a tremendous surprise! No, you've given our national track and field a tremendous surprise!"
He paused, then said to Chen Zhiyuan, "Xiao Chen, you did a great job! Take a break, catch your breath, and we'll... test you again."
Chen Zhiyuan could clearly feel that the gazes directed at him from all around had completely changed.
Yesterday it was curiosity, doubt, and amazement, but today, especially at this moment, those gazes have become incredibly eager, filled with the excitement and anticipation of discovering a treasure.
Coach Lin Jun looked at him with the same kind of appreciative, excited, and cautiously planning gaze he was using to assess a "national treasure" that could change the course of history.
He nodded calmly, walked to the sidelines, took a bottle of mineral water from a sports student, and sipped it, letting his violently beating heart and surging blood slowly calm down.
After resting for about ten minutes, at Su Bingying's signal, Chen Zhiyuan walked back to the starting line to prepare for his second test this morning.
The sun had fully risen, its golden rays spilling onto the red track and illuminating his tall, focused figure.