boyutpedia Chapter 59's surprise was quite big; it basically put one foot in the door of the Olympics.
Chapter 59's surprise was quite big; it basically put one foot in the door of the Olympics.
Su Bingying, however, appeared confident, her face slightly flushed with excitement: "Senior brother, don't worry! I guarantee with my integrity and professional competence that there is absolutely no falsehood in what I'm saying, and it's impossible for me to be wrong!"
"Now that you're here, I'll call Chen Zhiyuan right away and arrange a time to go to the track and field first thing tomorrow morning. Let's let the facts speak for themselves!"
His confidence inspired Lin Jun, causing the latter's furrowed brows to relax slightly.
Lin Jun nodded without saying anything more, but deep in his eyes, the prudence and expectation befitting a top coach had quietly been revealed.
When Chen Zhiyuan returned to dormitory 217, it was bustling with activity.
Duan Bin, Du Jiancheng, and Liu Haiyang had clearly become fast friends, chatting enthusiastically and sharing interesting stories from their hometowns and their experiences on campus that day.
Upon seeing Chen Zhiyuan return, Du Jiancheng immediately greeted him in his loud voice, "Old Chen's back! Come on, we've been waiting for you, our 'late-night chat' can officially begin!"
Chen Zhiyuan smiled and agreed, then took a shower and changed into comfortable pajamas. He had just come out of the bathroom and hadn't even reached his bed when his phone rang.
He took it out and looked at it; the screen displayed a mobile phone number that seemed unfamiliar.
Who could it be? He wondered as he pressed the answer button.
As soon as the call connected, Su Bingying's slightly apologetic voice came through: "Zhiyuan, did I disturb your rest?"
"No, no, Teacher Su, we're not asleep yet," Chen Zhiyuan replied as he walked toward the balcony, phone in hand.
The dormitory's private balcony was spacious, and the quiet night made it a perfect spot to answer the phone. "What can I do for you?"
Su Bingying didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, her tone revealing obvious excitement: "Zhiyuan, it's like this, the two times you ran this afternoon—10.03 seconds and 10.02 seconds—were really amazing."
"I told my senior, Lin Jun, the head coach of the men's sprint team at the National Athletics Center, about the situation."
He paused, his voice almost overflowing with joy, "My senior... he couldn't sit still after hearing this, so he flew over overnight! We just picked him up at the airport and are heading towards the school!"
Chen Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of joy mixed with disbelief welled up inside him.
The national team coach?
They flew over overnight just because of the afternoon's test results! This level of attention far exceeded his expectations.
Su Bingying continued, speaking quickly, "So I wanted to discuss something with you. Could we do another test at the track and field stadium tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, so my senior brother can see your strength for himself? How about that!"
Tomorrow is the last day for new students to register at Jiangnan University. There are no formal classes, and the time is completely free.
Chen Zhiyuan answered almost without hesitation, "Teacher Su, no problem. I will be there on time at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Great! That's wonderful!" Su Bingying's voice was noticeably more relaxed and cheerful. "We'll stay at the usual spot, over by the standard 100-meter track. You can rest well and recharge your energy."
"Okay, Ms. Su, see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhiyuan stood on the balcony in the night for a moment. The evening breeze blew, but it couldn't dispel the clear joy on his face.
He clenched his fist unconsciously, his heart filled with turmoil.
The national team coach came in person to verify... What this means is self-evident.
If you can demonstrate consistent or even better performance in front of your opponent, it's like you've already stepped onto the international competitive stage.
The Olympics... the men's 100-meter gold medal... this once unattainable dream now seems within reach.
Chen Zhiyuan could even imagine the immense honor, social influence, and immeasurable commercial value that would come with standing at the pinnacle of the Olympics... Just thinking about it was exhilarating.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his turbulent thoughts, regained his usual composure, and turned to return to his dormitory.
In the dormitory, Duan Bin, Du Jiancheng, and Liu Haiyang were chatting enthusiastically, talking about everything under the sun, from local specialties to funny stories from high school, and their aspirations for university life. The atmosphere was lively.
Seeing Chen Zhiyuan enter, Du Jiancheng immediately greeted him in his signature loud voice, "Old Chen! Finished your call? Come on, we've been waiting for you! Our first 'Late Night Chat Summit' in Dorm 217 is now officially open!"
Chen Zhiyuan was in a great mood. Although his mental age far exceeded that of the teenagers in front of him, he enjoyed the pure atmosphere of youth.
He smiled and agreed, climbed into his bed, and quickly became engrossed in the whimsical late-night conversation.
Laughter frequently erupted from the dormitory, the youthful voices sounding particularly vibrant in the night.
The next morning, as dawn broke.
People were already busy on the track and field.
Su Bingying, Teacher Ma, Teacher Zhang, Teacher Zhao and others arrived early, accompanying two weary guests—Lin Jun, the coach of the national sprint team, and his assistant.
In addition, several key leaders from the School of Physical Education at Jiangnan University also rushed over upon hearing the news. After all, the presence of the national team's head coach is no small matter.
On the track, professionals were making final adjustments to the black electronic timing device, while a teacher was measuring the real-time temperature and wind speed with instruments.
All preparations were more rigorous and formal than yesterday.
Several hospital leaders stood aside, their faces still showing surprise and curiosity.
When they received Su Bingying's urgent report last night, their first reaction was disbelief—how could a freshman who had just enrolled and had no professional background run a time close to the Asian record?
This sounds like a myth.
But Su Bingying's confident assertion, coupled with the personal testimony of several senior coaches such as Teacher Ma, made it impossible for them not to take it seriously.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and scrutiny as they waited for the legendary "genius" to appear.
With about ten minutes to go before seven o'clock, a tall and slender figure appeared at the entrance of the track and field stadium; it was Chen Zhiyuan.
He immediately spotted the crowd gathered along the track, a larger one than yesterday.
He showed no stage fright whatsoever; instead, he quickened his pace and walked toward the crowd.
Su Bingying, with her sharp eyes, spotted him immediately, a smile spreading across her face as she waved enthusiastically from afar: "Zhiyuan! Over here! Come on over!"
Chen Zhiyuan jogged over, his breathing steady.
Su Bingying pulled him aside and first solemnly introduced the middle-aged man in the middle, whose face was serious and whose eyes were piercing:
"Zhiyuan, this is Lin Jun, the head coach of the men's sprint team at the National Athletics Center, and also my senior."
Chen Zhiyuan stepped forward, appearing poised and confident under the watchful eyes of several people.