Rebirth Tianyu Tianxiang [Badminton]

That night, the Paris Olympic Stadium became a sea of ​​five-star red flags.

Countless excited international student fans rushed from the stands to the fence, hugged Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang's necks tightly and did not let go.Their faces are painted in the colors of the national flag, and the hot tears mixed with the bright oil paint form a foggy and blurred sincerity.

Xiangcao took off the two tomato scrambled egg shoes and threw them into the stands.

Xiao Yu took off his jersey, faced the gun barrels chasing all around, bared his chest and roared wildly.Small and well-proportioned muscle groups wrapped a well-proportioned skeleton, and his skin was soaked into light pink with sweat. At that moment, he was extremely attractive, and the bright lights covered his shoulders with the luster of medals.

The two climbed up to the highest step of the podium hand in hand, and the sweat-stained gold medal reflected the wet and happy smiling face, which became the most heart-warming and beautiful picture of that summer.

Little Amin threw himself into Tang Shao's arms in the corner of the passage, and rubbed his wet, dripping hair against Tang Shao's palm: "Tang Tang, well, I lost too..."

Tang Xiaodong stroked the child with a smile: "How well you fight, we don't care if you win or lose!"

Huang Aming scratched his head: "But, I want to give you the gold medal...I'm afraid you will feel regretful."

Touched by Tang Xiaodong's eyes, he touched the medal in his pocket secretly with his fingers, and shook his head solemnly: "I have no regrets, I have participated in the Olympic Games, and I have already stood at the highest height I can achieve."

In that Olympic Games, Tang Xiaodong finally stood on the podium of the men's singles runner-up.He fought hard in three rounds in the final, and finally lost to the Indonesian King who was ranked [-] places higher than him.

At the last moment before the game, relying on the replenishment of places, he was able to catch the last train to Paris. Tang Shao almost reproduced the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale staged by the Danes in the European Cup in 92 at the Olympics.

The Indonesian national anthem echoed in my ears, and the Malaysian flag was slowly raised over the arena.

What was in front of his eyes was the scene of the Chinese national team holding a world champion ranking ceremony in a small conference room every year during the Lunar New Year.A five-star red flag cast all the best dreams in my heart at that time, and what echoed in my sleep was the impassioned national anthem chorus of my teammates.

Tang Xiaodong suddenly cried.

Confused tears slipped across my heart.

The medal is in hand, but it has changed.When looking back, I can only forcefully separate from the past with any ambition and pride, and say goodbye.The tender intestines turned into fluttering powder, throwing away together with the lost youth, and there is an unforgettable period of green years in the memory, but destined to have nowhere to rest.

Standing on the podium with flowers in his arms, he wept bitterly. Tears flooded his black and handsome eyes. He cried so hard that the Indonesian standing on the steps next to him couldn't help but hugged his shoulders and comforted him, thinking that this man was crying because Lost the game and lost the gold medal.

The wave of carnival in the stands has not yet faded, and another round of climax swept the arena. This day is destined to be a holiday for the Chinese team.

Three hours after the men's doubles final, the same venue ushered in the mixed doubles final.

Cheng Hui came out of the dark tunnel, swinging his thin hips easily, and trotted into the arena. The light hit him, blinding the eyes of the audience.

The golden hair curtain faintly covered half of Cheng Hui's face, and the thin single eyelid shot out sparks in all directions.He licked the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and out of time, his lips outlined an outrageous smile. He stretched out his arms, clapped his hands vigorously above his head, and immediately set off heart-piercing whistles from all the men and women in the audience.

Most of the Chinese team members wear uniform red jerseys and white loose shorts. The colors and styles are quite satisfactory, maintaining the sincere, dignified and pure-hearted image of the Olympic Corps as always.Only Cheng Hui didn't listen to the team leader's instructions, but insisted on wearing his bright purple sleeveless T-shirt and pure black tight shorts. The legs of the trousers were close to the muscles of the thighs, revealing a concise and smooth arc from the knees to the calves.

There is no sponsor to order Cheng Hui's clothes, he "made-to-order" for himself, and he must be more dazzling than Yuxiang.

"Oh my god, it's leggings, the lines are exposed, Xiao Huihui is too evil!"

"Appleman breaks out, breaks out! Win the championship, win the championship!"

Tian Xiaorui stood in front of the net, turned her head subconsciously, and glanced quickly.With just one glance, the girl's face turned red. What kind of moth is the master behind him wearing?How can this person always be different from others!

A net apart, the tall and burly Anderson occupies the backcourt, his golden retriever gleaming under the lights.His female companion, Olga, has blonde hair and blue eyes, with a round and graceful figure wrapped in ultra-short group.

The Frenchman whistled furiously at Olga.They love the sensuality of the buxom Nordic women on set.In contrast, Chinese girls are too conservative, and their jerseys are all in the loosest style, and the cup size cannot be read at all.

Cheng Hui raised his eyelids and caught sight of Olga poking her hips towards the audience when she received the serve, revealing an unfathomable cleavage from the low-cut tights.It is said that in the quarter-finals and semi-finals, the Danish beauty relied on a big killer with a needle hidden in her chest.

There are two big meat buns hanging on the chest, do you look good?

The butt shaking is far less coquettish than the bird, why are you shaking?

Tian Xiaorui didn't dare to push her hips too high, she was ashamed, afraid of being secretly taken care of by some little villain behind her.The International Badminton Federation offers such an inhumane skirt policy that no one will be allowed to play without a skirt.Chinese girls are not used to such revealing attire. When playing on the field, there is air leaking between their legs, and they can't move their legs. They run like ducklings.

The strong body of the Dane stretched out a long shadow under the lamp, full of murderous intentions.

Cheng Hui shook his thin shoulders, a nonchalant smile appeared on his lips, and then disrupted the Dane's rhythm with a series of swift and sharp smashes.

Tian Xiaorui cleverly used his advantage in front of the net to keep pressing down, forcing his opponent to pick a high ball from the backcourt.

What Cheng Hui was waiting for was golf.He almost killed the ball when he saw the ball. His over-excited body seemed to be equipped with a perpetual motion machine.The racket in his hand turned into a double-edged sword, splitting the scorching air waves, and the ball was eaten by the string with a muffled sound of puffing and puffing.

The Chinese team took a 5-0 lead at the beginning of the game.Almost every smash by Cheng Hui was a chase ball to kill the opponent's female general Olga, without any sympathy, and focused on the most difficult part of the opponent to catch the ball.

The little ball stuck between the two trembling hamburgers on the girl's chest, and then another ball stuck in the hollow in the middle of the miniskirt.

There was a malicious whistle from the stands.The teammates of the Chinese team watching the game stomped their feet and howled: "Xiao Huihui, you are a rascal, you are too shameless, you are careful to get a yellow card!"

Olga was in a hurry and couldn't save the ball. The visual effect of the proud 36E chest was too prominent, and she was the closest to Cheng Hui in a straight line. Unfortunately, she was repeatedly hit.She blushed in embarrassment and anger, her arm holding the racket couldn't help shaking, and raised her hand again and again to signal the referee: "The other male athlete, he, he, he actually molested me!!!"

The referee shook his facial muscles in embarrassment: "He didn't even touch you."

Olga angrily accused: "He is using the assistance of the competition equipment to sexually harass me!"

The referee couldn't help laughing, and was in a dilemma: "The rules of the game don't stipulate, which parts of the female players are not allowed to play!"

Cheng Hui shrugged proudly, Master Hui is purely for winning, otherwise who would bother you?You gave it to me for nothing, and I will touch your two meat buns without fail!

8: 2!

13: 5!

19: 8!

Liu Qingsong raised his glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, his eyes faintly revealed excitement, and followed Cheng Hui's figure galloping all over the field: "The goal of the Chinese team's mixed doubles partners before was to strive to reach the semi-finals, to create China's strength in this event. best score.

"But they stood on the final field today. They have undoubtedly made history! Cheng Hui has always been able to surprise the fans on the field. He was punished to participate in the Olympic Games and prepared to make a contribution. He can perform for us today. A miracle in Paris?"

Denmark, the pair of golden partners, has been ranked among the top three in the world for many years.They have never lost to a Chinese team in a major game before.What's more, Paris is equivalent to half of the Danes' home court.A large number of Danish fans with red cartoon noses and red and white striped shirts cheered for their national team on the spot.

Anderson and Olga surprisingly lost the first game, and the score did not even reach 11 points.

The Dane's expression became obviously dignified, and the sweat on his brow and brow fell heavily.They adjusted their tactics from the second game, counterattacked Jedi, used solid defense to slow down the round ball, and looked for mistakes and loopholes of Chinese players.

Anderson began to use his height advantage to kill Cheng Hui's body-chasing ball. His broad back was like a thick dark cloud covering the light above his head.He slashed with a slash to the gap in the backhand position. Cheng Hui flew out, his body stuck to the ground, and slid from the right half to the left half. There was a heart-wrenching scream.

The second game is exactly the same as the first game, but the outcome is completely reversed.Olga's breasts showed a rather bold rhythm, and time and time again she showed her fists of revenge to the little hooligan on the other side of the net.

Li Tong commented: "Cheng Hui is a little impatient, he should stick to his defense and fight back!"

Liu Dazui was busy cooling down the anxious audience in front of the TV, leaving a way out for possible losses: "Denmark's golden partner is, after all, the most powerful combination in Europe, this year's All England and European Championship champions. They After entering the state, he showed superior ability... The Danes are difficult for Chinese players to compete in terms of experience, ability, even size and strength."

The coaches watching the game kept making downward gestures outside the field, signaling Cheng Hui to calm down, calm down, defend, defend.

Mr. Zhong yelled at the coach of the mixed doubles group: "Cheng Hui is about to lose control. This kid wants to win so much. He plays life-jumping like burning his ass. He jumps and kills no matter what the ball is good or bad! Tactics, tactics, we The tactics that were carefully arranged before the game, put in this brat's head, are all fucking waste paper!"

Zhong Quanhai clasped his hands together to cover half of his face, his eyes were staring straight, and he couldn't read his expression, but the feeling in his heart was as if his chest had been torn open by countless hands, ravaged mercilessly, his intestines, stomach and lungs were twisted together, and then stepped on Go up a few feet.He didn't have much hope for this gold medal, but now he is the overlord trapped in Wujiang, waiting for this medal to escape and ascend to heaven.

The decisive game made the atmosphere of the audience suffocating.

The spotlights on the ceiling kept trembling at the moment of witnessing the history, and the light was bright and dark, like the beating of the pulse.

Every time the two sides rushed to the net quickly, they were looking for gaps that opened and closed in an instant on the iron wall; every jump and kill seemed to be trying their best to pour artillery fire on the enemy's formation bravely.

Olga crossed backhanded and raised the corner of the bottom line. Cheng Hui dived sideways to save, but still missed by a hair.The elbow he was holding the racket hit the ground heavily, and his resilient waist rolled out a round back roll with the momentum.

He bounced off the ground, ignoring the bruise on half of his arm, and raised his hand to signal to the referee that the ball was actually out of bounds!

The two sides entangled endlessly for the outcome of each point, wishing to lie on the ground, lift the plastic floor, and argue with the lineman, whether the ball was hit in bounds or out of bounds.

The score rose alternately. The Danes took the lead at the start, and then they were tenaciously equalized by the Chinese team and overtook them. They scored 11 points first, but were recovered by the Danish team again.

In the auditorium, Tan Bing tightly grasped the back of the seat in front of him with both hands, and Xiao Huihui's shadow danced in his black eyes.

In the early morning of that day, he made several jugs of fresh apple juice and lemonade, packed them into Cheng Hui's racket bag, and took them to the competition hall.Cheng Hui hugged his waist from behind, slipped a probing look from under his eyelids, bit his ear and whispered, "Xiao Hua, don't be angry."

Tan Bing bit his lip and pondered for a long time, then said: "I was wrong about what happened yesterday, so I won't make trouble in the future. You can concentrate on playing the game."

Cheng Hui laughed: "Hey, then, will you still be with me?"

Tan Bing had already compromised in his heart, and pretended to be cold and replied: "When I win the Olympic champion, I will treat you well."

Cheng Hui rolled his eyes towards the sky, and wailed seriously: "Fuck, I won't succeed until you wait until the year of the monkey! I won't do it!"

Tan Bing turned around angrily and threw his elbow at Cheng Hui's weakness.Cheng Hui fell on his back on the bed, grinning and rolling Sarai, shouting: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you! You won the championship at the age of 80, and your grandpa Hui is waiting for you too!"

Tan Bing rushed over and rode on the man's crotch, scratching Cheng Hui's armpit, and there was a horrible squeaking sound in the room.

Among the crowd cheering and cheering, Xiao Yu got oil paint from his fans, and painted a piece of bright color like a burning cloud on his and Zhan Xiang's foreheads.

Zhan Xiang had ice packs on his knees and a cane in his hand.Now even if Commander Yu ordered Er Shao Zhan to squat in the room to rest, this person would not do it, and he would go to the scene to watch his teammates' games in person no matter what.

Tan Bing's hand gently caressed an apple lying in his pocket.How he wished that the person standing on the court at this moment and attacking the championship with Cheng Hui was not someone else, but himself.

Missed the time of these years.

But he walked with these people all the way.

At this moment, it feels as if the bones of the whole body have been crushed to the ground and thrown into a mess of blood and debris.Then, quietly, a ray of golden light flowed from the corner of the wall and enveloped him, carrying a warm and seductive heat.The light wandered around him teasingly, caressing, watching the wound gradually heal, repair, and turn into a living body again, with a heart beating lively in the chest cavity.

Tan Bing finally yelled out as the turbulent emotions burst through his throat.

He jumped up and made a fist at Cheng Hui, waved his hand, and threw off the shackles that had imprisoned him for so many years. The desire that had been dormant in his heart for a long time finally broke free and shouted to the sky.

After all, a person needs to be this crazy once in his life.

Maybe it's for a person, a relationship.

Or maybe it is for the same journey, the same dream.

Thrilling 13 to 13 tie!

15 to 15 level!

17 to 17 level!

Olga and Anderson's offensive unleashed like a tide, Tian Xiaorui spread his wings and flew towards the net, Cheng Hui swung a racket up and down.The two forces resist each other across the net, forming an impenetrable tension.

Anderson has broken three beats.He carried a total of ten rackets to the field, moved all his belongings to the field, and prepared for a protracted game.

Cheng Hui also broke the strings of the two rackets and took out the last spare racket from his bag.Mr. Zhong woke up suddenly at this moment, and shouted to the coach beside him, "How many rackets did Cheng Hui bring? Does he have spare rackets in his bag?"

The head coach of the mixed doubles group was stunned for a moment: "I told him to bring at least six of them!"

Mr. Zhong jumped on the coach's bench: "Six are not enough! For such an important game as the Olympic Games, you must bring eight rackets with you every game!"

Cheng Hui is used to playing with a familiar racket, and now pulls out a racket with a threaded racket in the training hall in Paris. If he is not used to it, he doesn't bother to bring it out.He only carried three guns and went out this morning, two of which had misfired, and only the last sharp weapon was left in his hand.

His thin body is shaped like a straight sword, the racket and the human sword are integrated into one, the flowing hair ends are golden under the lamp, and when he soars into the sky, he looks like a ranger flying in the clouds.

Olga changed the line and attacked Cheng Hui's backhand, determined to win, with a shrewd smile on the corner of her mouth.At this moment, she saw that Cheng Hui's lower abdomen suddenly bent back into a curvaceous bow, and the racket protruded from the back, and there was a crisp bounce at the back!

"Good shot! Wonderful behind-the-back save!

"The score was 19 to 18. The Chinese team once again struggled to overtake the score. I can't remember how many times the two sides have exchanged leads in this game!"

The ball bounced into Olga's towering chest.The cork ball slipped along the alluring career line of the Danish beauty, making her blush and stare resentfully at the young rascal opposite.

Cheng Hui frantically galloped around the field, baring his white teeth in a roar.He even turned around and made provocative gestures to the audience in the stands to ask for cheers and applause.

The European fans in the audience seemed to have drunk chicken blood.In their impression, the Chinese players are restrained and shy, with rigid manners, cautious in front of the media, and thank the leaders and the country with three words.They have never seen a Chinese player like Cheng Hui who went crazy and begged for sweets from the audience.

Cheng Hui shot and jumped to kill again, and the audience clapped rhythmically and shouted rhythmically.Anderson staggered forward, returned the ball to the net, and gave the Chinese partner the match point of the game.However, Cheng Hui's racket collapsed under the brute force of the heavy dunk, and the string loosely protruded from the frame, flying like a clump of silver water plants in the floating light.

The last racket in Cheng Hui's hand was smashed!