After Leaving the Sports Circle, I Became a Cooking God (Completed BL)

Chapter 47: 400m Results & 110m Hurdles Finals

Translator: dapotaturs
Release Date: 09/04/2023

"Good job, young man! Well done!"

In the audience stands, Hu Shaowen waved his fist and laughed heartily, showing his satisfaction with Qiu Wen's performance.

Of course, as a newcomer in the 400-meter event, gaining qualification for the Asian Games within just 4 months of transitioning to this event, who could be dissatisfied with Qiu Wen's performance?

On the side, Su Bai had actually stood up when the race reached its final 100-meter segment. Like everyone else, he watched with a slightly nervous heart as the final contest unfolded between Qiu Wen and Zhang Ziyi.

"Ah, it's a pity. If Qiu Wen's final sprint could have been a bit faster, he might have been able to surpass Zhang Ziyi today and take home the championship!" Hu Shaowen exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Su Bai shook his head. "Zhang Ziyi's condition today is quite good. From overall cornering techniques, transitioning from the bend to the straight, pacing throughout the race, and controlling his energy, he's much more experienced than Qiu Wen. For Qiu Wen to win against him, there's still a little way to go."

Seeing Su Bai explaining so seriously, Hu Shaowen was about to retort that he was just joking, but he then picked up on a key point in Su Bai's words. "A little way?"

Su Bai turned to glance at Hu Shaowen and then looked at Qiu Wen on the track, who still seemed a bit dissatisfied. He nodded. "Yes, a little way."

Qiu Wen's natural talent in the 400-meter event exceeded that of most individuals. As he further enhanced his grasp of pacing and energy control, combined with adjustments in technical details and familiarity with the competitive aspect of the 400-meter race, Qiu Wen's potential for growth was significant. Catching up to the current Zhang Ziyi wouldn't be too difficult.

After hearing Su Bai's precise response, excitement filled Hu Shaowen's expression even more.

On the race track, Qiu Wen had closed the gap with Zhang Ziyi to about a body's length as they crossed the finish line. However, he ultimately couldn't overtake Zhang Ziyi and had to settle for second place.

As he crossed the line, a frustrated expression appeared on Qiu Wen's face. After gradually coming to a stop, he stood in place, hanging his head like a slightly dejected giant dog.

Not far ahead of him, Zhang Ziyi displayed a mixture of exhaustion from drained energy and a hint of relief on his face. He looked back and saw Qiu Wen in this slightly downcast state, making him feel both amused and exasperated.

"Qiu Wen."

Zhang Ziyi patted Qiu Wen's shoulder and chuckled. "What's wrong? Unhappy because you didn't beat me?"

Qiu Wen looked up at Zhang Ziyi with a hint of frustration still lingering, though his sense of propriety told him to be polite. However, with the sense of disappointment still hanging around, he also knew that being polite wouldn't serve any purpose. So, he continued to keep his head down. "Well, kind of..."

Seeing Qiu Wen's honest response, Zhang Ziyi couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, how long have you been training for the 400 meters? You've almost flattened me to the point where there's no escape. Are you complaining that you haven't completely crushed this old wave onto the beach?"

Qiu Wen had actually felt a bit embarrassed just now when he spoke. Therefore, he turned his gaze away and scratched his head.

"Uh, not really..."