mijobooks Chapter 56 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Chapter 56 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If one undergoes scientific and systematic training and their physical potential is fully unleashed, is there a chance in the future to touch or even surpass that number that represents the limit of human speed?
Once this thought arises, it brings with it an indescribable tremor and a surge of pride.
Teacher Zhang, being cautious, suggested, "Old Su, to be absolutely sure, and to let Xiao Chen fully recover, how about we test him again in a little while? That way we can get a more reliable result."
Su Bingying didn't decide immediately, but instead turned her questioning gaze to Chen Zhiyuan: "Xiao Chen, what do you think? Can you keep up physically?"
Chen Zhiyuan checked his physical condition.
Although the sprint just now was intense, his abundant stamina and rapid recovery gave him full confidence: "No problem, Teacher Su, I can do it."
Seeing this, the teachers gathered together again to carefully check the timing equipment. Some even took out an anemometer to measure the wind speed on the track—a light breeze, which met the standard.
Everything has been confirmed to be correct.
Chen Zhiyuan stepped onto the starting line again. As the starting gun fired, he once again charged forward like a cheetah!
When his figure crossed the 100-meter finish line for the second time, the timer showed 10.02 seconds.
It improved by 0.01 seconds compared to the first time!
The teachers looked at each other, and they could all see the overwhelming, almost ecstatic shock in each other's eyes!
This can no longer be explained by "chance" or "error".
一个18岁零三个月、没有任何专业训练背景的青年，在非最佳状态、技术粗糙的情况下，连续两次跑出10秒03和10秒02的成绩！
They were left with only one strong and unanimous thought: They had struck gold!
Jiangnan University's School of Physical Education—no, Chinese athletics as a whole—has discovered an unprecedented and dazzling gem!
Su Bingying clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, her heart filled with turmoil.
He could hardly wait to call his senior, Lin Jun, who was far away in the capital, and tell him this undeniable news that was enough to shake the domestic track and field community.
Thousands of miles away, at the National Athletics Training Center.
Lin Jun, the head coach of the sprint team, was frowning as he looked at the training plan.
This year marks the qualification period for the 2000 Sydney Olympics, and applications for qualification in various events are about to begin.
The International Association of Athletics Federations (IAAF) has already released the qualifying standards for the men's 100-meter dash at the Sydney Olympics:
Olympic A standard: 10.27 seconds
Olympic Standard B: 10.34 seconds
Looking at the national men's sprint team as a whole, the only thing they can be proud of right now is a result that barely meets the B standard!
Not even a single solid A-level title! This made the head coach lose face and felt even heavier in his heart.
Olympic B standard is not a guarantee.
It is just a lower threshold, meaning that the Olympic Committee to which the athlete belongs is eligible to register for them, but is subject to strict quota restrictions (usually a maximum of 3 people per country per event, with priority given to athletes who have reached the A standard).
In the men's 100-meter event, which is dominated by top athletes from Europe, America, and Africa, there are plenty of athletes who meet the A standard. If you submit a B standard, you will most likely be eliminated during the qualification review stage because "A standard priority" is the hard truth.
As for what my junior brother Su Bingying mentioned on the phone this morning... Lin Jun forgot about it as soon as he heard it.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
That's absolutely unbelievable!
How could a freshman who has just turned 18 and has no professional training background easily achieve an Olympic B standard time?
What a joke!
Lin Jun has been involved in professional track and field for decades, and he would never believe something that defies common sense and training principles.
At the edge of the training field, Lin Jun frowned as he watched his disciples sweating profusely as they underwent high-intensity training on the track.
They work very hard and their talent is among the best in the country, but they just fall short and can't reach a higher standard.
The thought that even if they tried their best, they might not be able to compete in the Olympics made Lin Jun feel suffocated, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
Just then, my phone rang again. I took it out and saw it was Su Bingying again.
"Bingying, what is it?" Lin Jun's tone was somewhat nonchalant, even carrying a hint of impatience at being disturbed.
However, the voice on the other end of the phone was completely opposite to his mood.
Su Bingying's tone was high-pitched, filled with barely suppressed excitement and agitation, almost incoherent: "Senior, as you requested, we did a formal test on Xiao Chen this afternoon, with an electronic timer! We tested him twice! Senior, guess what…"
He spoke very quickly, recounting the entire afternoon test process, the presence of several teachers as witnesses, and the two astonishing results—10.03 seconds and 10.02 seconds—in a resounding, unwavering tone.
Lin Jun stood frozen in place, holding his phone.
Impossible... How could this be?
It took him several seconds to find his voice, and with deep doubt and uncertainty, he tentatively asked, "Bingying... what you said... is it all true? You're not joking with me? Today isn't April Fool's Day."
"Senior, I swear on my professional reputation! It's absolutely true, truly true!"
Su Bingying's voice was incredibly confident, even tinged with a hint of urgency at being questioned, "To ensure accuracy, I not only invited Teacher Ma, Teacher Zhang, and Teacher Zhao to supervise the process on-site, but we also tested it twice!"
"Both times were consistently under 10.03 seconds! We're all in this line of work; we've checked the instruments, procedures, and wind speed—there's no way something could go wrong!"
Hearing his junior brother's resolute, almost oath-like tone, cracks began to appear in the ice in Lin Jun's heart.
Reason told him it was absurd, but emotionally, an almost instinctive desire—like suddenly seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness of despair—swayed him.
Could it be... that such a miracle truly exists in the world? Is there really such a track and field prodigy favored by heaven?
Seemingly sensing Lin Jun's wavering and hesitation, Su Bingying pressed her advantage, extending her most compelling invitation:
"Senior, if you don't believe me, come and see for yourself! Come to Jiangnan University and see this student named Chen Zhiyuan for yourself! I guarantee you won't have made a wasted trip!"
Although the deep-seated doubts in my heart had not completely dissipated, the suggestion of "seeing it for myself" ultimately overwhelmed all hesitation.
What if... what if it's true? The temptation of that "what if" is just too great.
Lin Jun finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Okay! I'll book a flight for tonight and fly there overnight! Bingying, I hope you're not exaggerating, otherwise..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious.
After ending the call, Lin Jun held his phone and stood by the training field for a long time, his shadow stretching long in the setting sun.
Su Bingying's words echoed repeatedly in his mind, and the question kept swirling in his heart: Could such a thing really happen? Are there really such people in the world?
Whether it's true or false, an exaggeration or something real, everything will be clear once he steps onto the track and field of Jiangnan University.