Tianchao Sports Station.

“The competition has begun.”

"Powell is the fastest startup. Powell's startup ability is definitely at the historical level, and Gatlin follows closely." (Zhao Haohuan is OK in starting, and he will do a steady job.)

"Accelerating the run, Powell expanded his advantage, and Gatlin was a little bit pulled away." (This year I feel that Powell has made progress again.)

"On the way, Gatling rushed forward, Zhao Haohuan also tried his best... Did Gatling come from behind? He even turned his head to look at Powell!?" (Zhao Haohuan also came up? Want to steal him?)

"Gatling slowed down a bit!"

"Zhao Haohuan's speed continues to maintain... approaching, and he crosses the finish line almost at the same time!!!"

"The final result is-"

“9.80!!?”

“It’s 9.80!!”

"The corrected result is 9.82! It is still the fastest shot in the semi-final Olympics, right?"

"I just don't know who took the first Q in this group first."

Zhao Haohuan ran past the finish line and felt like he was giving him another five meters.

That would definitely be able to surpass Gatlin by visible eyes.

The one behind Gatlin did indeed get slowed down.

Pretending to behave is not only a temporary pleasure, but also a result... Pretending to be struck by lightning.

Gatling is now this.

It's typical.

It's exactly the same moves he did in the semifinals in his previous life.

That's what turns your head.

This time, it became his fatal injury.

He was used by Zhao Haohuan and forced to overtake.

Almost tied.

It is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Release the results-

Sure enough, Zhao Haohuan and Gatlin both scored 9.82 seconds.

No one has that 0.01 second more.

"The results were actually tied?" Yang Jian saw that the two people in this group had the same results and glared at him. He didn't expect that such a fierce situation would occur in the first group.

"I don't know if this shot ends up with Gatlin or Zhao Haohuan."

"I think it should be Zhao Haohuan." Li Tao couldn't tell from the slow motion. But that's how he thought in his heart.

It is believed that Zhao Haohuan should be able to complete the final overtake.

The momentum has already appeared.

It's already very obvious.

Even if you have a few meters, you can get the answer directly.

Now, the winner.

Who belongs to?

After both Zhao Haohuan and Gatlin saw the results, they looked at each other, and then quickly turned their gaze back to the electronic screen.

A few minutes later.

Judging by high-speed cameras.

There is a conclusion.

With a high-speed camera.

Everything will be restored by the original one.

If it doesn't exist, there will be any shady or misjudgment.

The comparison picture is out.

The results were also released.

On the electronic large screen, the final score of the two people's millimeters was also updated-

Zhao Haohuan 9.818s.

Gatlin 9.820s.

It's really one thousandth or two second ahead.

No wonder it is difficult to judge with the naked eye.

...

"The first in the group in the end is... Zhao Haohuan!"

Yang Jian saw the lower right corner, saw the name in the lower right corner clearly, and immediately shouted: "I've advanced!"

“9.82!?”

"He won the first place in this group!"

"Zhao Haohuan won the first place in this group!!!"

"Let's congratulations to him first, and he will enter the Olympic 100-meter final for the second time!!!"

"He defeated Justin Gatlin and turned defeat into victory in the last moment!!! This is a classic 100-meter semi-final, and Zhao Haohuan became the first 100-meter athlete to enter the 100-meter final of the London Olympics!"

...

When Zhao Haohuan saw the answer given by the high-speed camera, he immediately raised his right hand.

Although it's just a moment, it's not long.

But his emotions were conveyed at this moment.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked for Gatlin's location. When he saw Gatlin on his right, he looked at the electronic screen and was confused, and then said with a smile-

"I won."

"It seems that you can't catch up with the time."

"Sir second."

This is what Gatlin said before the game.

Of course Gatlin knew what he was talking about.

His face turned a little black and red.

But at this time, Zhao Haohuan turned his head and stopped seeing him, but instead went to interview Hu Kai.

"There are any physical problems? Will the semi-finals run too fast?" After Hu Kai said that, Zhao Haohuan shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I have reservations, and I will do my best in the final."

Hu Kai looked at Zhao Haohuan confidently and sighed silently in his heart—

One 4 years.

Growing too much.

He is no longer the new player who tried his best to reach the finals in 2008 and was already at the end.

Now he.

Even if it is finally released.

He can also enter the finals in the first group.

This ability.

It's really enviable.

"Wish you a successful final, 9.82s, the best shot in the history of the Olympic semi-finals. Does Haohuan have anything else to say to the audience?" Hu Kai asked.

I thought Zhao Haohuan would not say anything else, but this interview ended here. But I didn’t know that Zhao Haohuan took a step closer and said to the interview microphone: “I have finished what I said to the audience, but I still have something to say to the next teammates.”

"Okay, then what do you want to say?" Hu Kai said curiously.

"Xiaotian."

Zhao Haohuan said Su Shendao:

"I'm waiting for you in the final."

"Don't let me wait too long."

When he saw the camera, he immediately cut in. When he arrived at the waiting area, Su Shen didn't say much and compared his fists to the camera.

Impressed that I received it.

...

After Zhao Haohuan and Gatlin won one or two respectively.

The results of the rest were also announced.

"Third place..."

"Assafa Powell."

Yang Jian calmed down and continued: "Bauer's score for this shot was 9.90s. In fact, the results were already good, but in this group, some people ran to the best semi-finals in the history of the Olympics."

"Or two."

"Then Powell's 9.90 seconds can only be third."
To be continued...