Starting from you are my glory

After a brief broadcast, the screen turned away and began to broadcast international sports news.

Qiao Jingjing stood on tiptoe hard, trying to find her way through the vast crowd. Unfortunately, the flow of people was too huge, so she had to give up.

"Hey, Lulu, what's the matter?" The phone rang. It was roommate Zhang Lulu's.

"Jingjing, it's so noisy over there, where are you?" The noise mixed with the mobile phone call made Zhang Lulu couldn't help but raise her voice, "I have an interview here and I have to go out. Didn't you tell me before that you Are you also interested in the news? If nothing happens, come with me?"

"Ah, I'm in Tiananmen Square." Qiao Jingjing ran hard to a place with fewer people. Fortunately, it had already started a while ago, otherwise she might not be able to hear her clearly on her mobile phone.

“You went to watch the marathon?!”

"how do you know?!"

Qiao Jingjing did not mention to her roommates that Tuo Tu wanted to graduate early and take the postgraduate entrance examination, nor did she mention that Tuo Tu was preparing to apply for credit awards through competition rankings.

"I'm going over there!" Before Qiao Jingjing could explain, Zhang Lulu explained the reason first, "Several seniors from our school also participated in the competition. I'm going to take some photos at the scene and write an interview by the way. , see if we can access the school’s internet.”

"You said the same goes for those seniors. Why didn't they tell us beforehand when they participated in the competition? If the professor who knew the inside story hadn't leaked the information, we don't know how long we would have been kept secret!"

"As a result, I don't even have any preparation photos before the competition or first-hand on-site photos! What a failure!"

"Well,," Qiao Jingjing pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "Actually, Yu Tu also participated."

"Awesome!" After a short silence, Zhang Lulu said excitedly on the other end of the phone: "Wait for me, wait for me to come and interview you!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Qiao Jingjing's reply.

"Interview us?" Qiao Jingjing was a little confused, but it was okay if she was with roommates, after all, it would be too boring to talk to herself alone.

"Jingjing!" After waiting for almost an hour, Zhang Lulu trotted all the way to Qiao Jingjing's side, lifting her satchel on her shoulders from time to time, "If I had known there was such a thing, I should have talked to you in the morning. Get up!"

"I blame me for not telling you in advance." Qiao Jingjing looked at the time, grabbed Zhang Lulu, who was still breathing, and ran away.

"What are you doing?!" With a strong backhand, he pulled Qiao Jingjing in place, "I just came here, why are I running away?"

"Go to the finish line!" Qiao Jingjing took a tissue and asked Zhang Lulu to wipe the sweat on her face. "How can I see Yu Tu if I don't go to the finish line?"

"Don't you also want to interview the seniors who competed?"

"Those are from our school's long-distance running enthusiasts association." Zhang Lulu waved her hand, "It just started now, well, it's been more than an hour, and you can't see anything at the finish line!"

"Go there early. I promised Yu Tu before that I would go to the finish line when he sets off. Now it's already an hour late!"

"Okay." Zhang Lulu rolled her eyes, "People in love are really unreasonable, okay, I listen to you, let's go!"

"Hehe, thank you Lulu for accompanying me!" Qiao Jingjing happily held Zhang Lulu's arm, "Did you bring a camera?"

"Inevitable." Zhang Lulu patted her satchel, "The latest model, I am the fastest, I got it!"

"Teach me how to take pictures later!"

"No problem! I will also take some nice photos of you and your family Yu Tu then!"

By the time Qiao Jingjing and Zhang Lulu arrived at the finish line, nearly two hours had passed since the start of the race.

"The first echelon is almost here." At the finish line, Qiao Jingjing and Zhang Lulu crowded outside the blocking line, listening to the chatting of the event organizers not far away.

"Well, in order to build momentum, we hired several experts from abroad. The average time it takes is about 2 hours and 20 minutes. Judging from the time, it should be almost up."

An old man wearing sunglasses glanced at his watch and estimated the time in a skillful tone.

“I don’t know when our country’s marathon events will be able to produce as many talents as foreign countries.” A young man who had obviously just joined the job said with emotion.

"On our territory, let others hold the trophy and take away the bonus and honor. No matter how we look at it, we will not feel comfortable!"

"Step by step." The uncle patted the young man's sweaty back, "It's much better now than before."

"I believe the future will be much better than now!"

While they were chatting, cheers came from far ahead.

"It's coming!" The uncle ignored the small talk and checked the finish line for the last time. He loudly arranged for the surrounding volunteers and staff to provide safety protection for the last section to prevent pedestrians from intruding into the track at the finish line and affecting the competition personnel.

To be able to finish the whole race in such a short time, among other things, the whole person must be in a stalemate and cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will be easy to waste all the efforts.

The cheers gradually approached and began to be mixed with excited roars and uncontrollable yelling.

"What's wrong?" The uncle didn't hear it clearly. It seemed like someone was swearing. No, many people were swearing, but they weren't swearing.

"It seems that our people are leading the way." The young man had heard the general idea, but the news was too outrageous, and even he couldn't believe it. He could only jump around, hoping to see the results as soon as possible.

On the XX TV Sports Channel, the host who was broadcasting sports events received the news from the front and said with a formulaic smile.

"After more than two hours of fierce competition, the Beijing Marathon, which started at 07:30 this morning, has now entered the final sprint stage. No. 1 is about to be selected. Let us connect with the on-site reporters to bring you detailed reports."

The screen turned, and a field reporter wearing work clothes was broadcasting live in a calm tone.

"Through the curve behind me, what will appear soon will be the first echelon members of this Beijing Marathon."

"They will compete for the final ranking of this competition on the final 200-meter straight. Now you can hear the cheers getting closer and closer. That is the clarion call that they are about to enter the final battlefield!"

"Let's zoom in and see who will be the first to cut through the darkness and cross the bend!"

After the on-site host finished speaking, the camera also pointed its lens at the exit of the curve.

"Fuck!!!"

"I rely on me rely on me!!!"

"Beautiful! Niubi!"

At the moment when everyone is watching, the first thing that comes in are increasingly clear and irrepressible modalities, and there are more and more. Because it is a live broadcast, the TV station backstage has no time to block it.

‘Say something! ’

The words temporarily typed by the director's studio appeared on the teleprompter. Through the symbols, you can see how anxious the backstage was.

"Okay! Let's ask the on-site reporter to give us a more detailed report."

"Huh?" The on-site reporter who was originally watching the show outside the screen found that the camera was pointed at him again. After a moment of confusion, his years of professionalism made him come back to his senses immediately.

"Okay, as we all know, the marathon was established to commemorate Peripides who died in the Greco-Persian War, but do you know it?"

"Why is this race not called the Pelepides Race, etc., but called the Marathon? Host, do you know?"

"Oh, this is really puzzling." The host smiled, but he kept yelling in his heart.

I know! I know it all! But I just can’t say it!

But this is to reduce the voices of the quintessence of the Chinese nation in the live radio. The problem itself is not important at all. The broadcast room also praised the reporters on the scene. If no one speaks human words anymore, the next step can only be to cut off the live broadcast signal. Treat it as a broadcast accident.

"Haha, that's because,,, shit!" the reporter on site said while turning sideways so that everyone could observe the exit of the curve, and he also subconsciously glanced at it.

He didn't know how serious the consequences of this subconscious would be, so that many years later, when he recalled it, he still regretted it, but he only regretted what he said subconsciously, not what he saw subconsciously.

That is, the yellow that is completely different from black and unique to us, cuts through the darkness, takes the lead in breaking out of the curve, and launches the final sprint towards the final 200-meter straight!