Yang Feng felt very bored on the first day of the Olympics. There were no singing and dancing performances at the opening ceremony of the Olympics. The only advantage was that he could watch the beauties everywhere with a telescope, but he couldn't see it too blatantly. After all, even his fiancée brought "qingren" by his side!

As for the game, there is nothing to watch. The first day of the game was basically preliminaries, and most of them were shot put and discus. Yang Feng was bored. These events were all the specialties of the Germans, and almost all the gold medals were theirs.

Although there were several Chinese athletes participating in the competition, their final results were only considered average. However, there were also some Chinese athletes who were more happy. Most of the Chinese athletes participating in various preliminaries entered the finals.

This is a good result. In fact, he also understood the situation of the Chinese team. Although he was tired back then, even if he was not tired, most of them would not have any good results. After all, his physical fitness was there. At this time, athletes were not professional players. Many people lived in poverty and might not even have enough food on weekdays. It would be too difficult for them to win the Olympics.

The seed players here are basically free of food and clothing. Needless to say, Yang Xiuqiong, the goddaughter of sister Meiling, a famous socialite in Shanghai, Fu Baolu is a mixed-race, his mother is Harbin Baiji, and his family is also good. Most of the football teams should be considered professional players. Liu Changchun is from the Department of Sports of Northeastern University. If he can go to college to study sports, he will probably not be a poor family. As for Cheng Jinguan and Xiao Jiang, he probably has a good family background.

So to put it bluntly, it is still a nutritional problem. No matter how talented you are, you can only waste it when drinking porridge every day, and you lack exercise cells. Eating beef and drinking milk every day, and not doing anything, you will definitely be better than a genius who drink porridge.

On the third day of the Olympics, two Chinese athletes appeared on the men's 100-meter final. The bearded man in the stands looked gloomy, just like seeing Ava seducing handsome guys. The reason why he publicly hated the Olympics and then made a 180-degree turn. The purpose is to show the superiority of the Aryans. Sprinting is undoubtedly the most important one. Konimma is now a nigger on the track, and two yellow people are doing this?

Not to mention him, all the Germans in the entire stadium had strange expressions. In fact, they could barely accept the yellow people. But it was more depressing to stand there.

Yang Feng sat not far from his beard, and was very happy to sneak a telescope at his face. He didn't expect that there would be double insurance. Liu Changchun and Cheng Jinguan both entered the finals, and they were tied with Owens on the track, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Go and notify your subordinates as soon as possible. Scream the slogans louder!" Yang Feng patted Xin'er and said.

In the stadium stand, there was a very eye-catching red color. It was Xin'er's overseas Chinese and international students gathered from all over Europe in the form of newspaper advertisements. She not only cared about food and accommodation, but also reimbursed the round-trip tickets. Then, according to Yang Feng's request, each of them wore a red sportswear with the JY logo. She sent a national flag to cheer for Chinese athletes. For this reason, she specially booked a whole stand.

Heart, who was gnawing on the air-carried tropical fruits, immediately took out a small red flag and waved it. Hundreds of people there began to shout the names of Liu Changchun and the others to cheer them up, attracting the surrounding area.

As the starting gun sounded, all the athletes on the track immediately rushed out like arrows. Liu Changchun was almost the first in the start and Owens was the first. Now Yang Feng couldn't sit still. The guy pulled out the tweeter and shouted at the top of his voice. The VIP seats were full of big figures, and there were even some kings, princes, etc. How could anyone have thought that there were still people so unscrupulous. They were shocked by the harsh shouts and turned all over, even the beard turned around and looked at Yang Feng and others with a dumbfounded look.

Fortunately, these are all high-quality talents. If they were replaced by modern audiences, it would be possible for them to beat him up, so Yang Feng would not care about them! He continued to hold up the trumpet and roar. With him, Xiner and Jiang He took the lead and took out the small trumpet prepared by Yang Feng for them and blew them up.

When these VIPs turned back one by one, the game was over. The 100-meter game was just over ten seconds. Liu Changchun and Owens led the other players a lot and rushed through the finish line almost at the same time.

"Damn, this little black charcoal runs so fast?" Yang Feng lowered the horn with a depressed look on his face. He didn't expect that Owens would become so tai and add so many high-tech to Liu Changchun, but it was not safe. But then the referee announced the final result. Liu Changchun ranked first in ten seconds and two, breaking the world record, Owens ranked second in ten seconds and three, breaking the world record, and the third place was Cheng Jinguan.

The whole stadium was almost confused, especially those German spectators, with their expressions on their faces very rich. Damn, if you don’t bring this to play, you can leave one for us in the top three, and not for us Germans! You can leave one for us whites at least.

"We Chinese, gold medal!" Yang Feng waved his hand proudly at the depressed ghosts around him and said. As for the Chinese audience in the stands, they were already in full swing at this time. The first gold medal in the history of the Chinese Olympic Games, and the gold medal with the highest gold content.

The athletes on the field performed very gracefully. The German athletes even shook hands with Liu Changchun and Owens respectively, and then hugged Cheng Jinguan, and then left a little lonely.

The next medal was awarded and the national flag was raised and the national anthem was played, which gave Yang Feng a feeling of dislocation, but one thing made him quite satisfied. Xiao Wang's beard did not refuse to shake hands with Liu Changchun, which was already very good. You should know that in history, he refused to shake hands with Owens.

Then Owens gave a little sarcastic sarcasm.

The man won two gold and bronze medals in the 100-meter world, which made athletes from all over the country be alert to the Chinese team. Fortunately, the Chinese team's performance in other events is not outstanding. Although the results are also bright, it is not as shocking as the 100-meter world. However, the Chinese team still got a silver medal in the 110-meter hurdle, and Lin Shaozhou scored 14 seconds 3.

In the next pole vault final, the Chinese team once again shocked the entire field, and Fu Baolu skipped the score of 4.5 meters and was 20 centimeters more than the second place.

"What is this little Japanese going to do?" Yang Feng looked at a Japanese athlete walking to the referee with a telescope, then bowed and pointed at Fu Baolu's pole. The guy immediately had an ominous premonition.

He was right, Japanese athlete Nishida questioned Fu Baolu's pole and asked to use his pole to compete. However, the pole vaulting pole belongs to the athlete's personal ownership, and the referee has no right to let Fu Baolu use it for him.

"Don't give it to him, why do you want it to him? Just say that you hate the Japanese. You can give it to that American, but not to the Japanese." Yang Feng held up the telescope and said to himself anxiously, but Fu Baolu foolishly handed the rod to Nishida.

Nishida was also very polite, bowed to Fu Paulo, then took over the pole, and he and another American player were competing for the bronze medal.

"Damn. This fool!" Yang Feng patted his thigh with a depressed look on his face, and then he heard Margrit's loud scream, which scared the prince in front of him to turn around quickly.

"Dear Miss Margrit, what's wrong with you!" the guy asked with a flattering look on his face.

"Ah, nothing, Your Highness, Prince. I just saw a mosquito landing on my lap." Margaret looked at his thigh that was being slapped in tears and said with a forced smile.

Xin'er, who was standing beside her, smiled very proudly.

At this time, Nishida had already started running up the field. Yang Feng looked at him nervously, afraid that this guy would get a good result, but Fu Baolu, who was standing next to him, looked normal.

The next scene made Yang Feng almost hold the telescope into his eyes, and Xitian ran up and then jumped. Then his smaller body suddenly hit the horizontal rod, like a toad that fell in the air, slapped his face down on the soft pad on the other side, causing laughter in the stands.

Fu Baolu stepped forward with apologetic expression and helped Xitian up. The two of them didn't know what they said. Anyway, Xitian shook his head and returned the pole to Fu Baolu.

What Yang Feng didn't know was that athletes who were used to using bamboo poles had to have an adaptation period after changing to fiberglass, which Baolu knew very well.

Now no one has any questions about his performance. The Chinese team won another gold medal, and it also broke the world record.

Boss Yang is in a happy mood. Even if there is no gold medal in the future, such results are enough. There are 19 Chinese athletes in total, two golds, one silver and one copper. This ratio is already very good. Even German newspapers have been promoting the rise of Chinese sports these days.

"Your opponent is the Japanese team, and you must win this game. This is not only a matter of honor. If you lose to the Japanese team, it will have a huge blow to our people's confidence in the Japanese." Boss Yang encouraged the basketball players who were about to play before the battle.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry! No one can lose to the Japanese!" said head coach Dong Shouyi. Most of this basketball team is from Tianjin. It can be said that it belongs to Boss Yang's direct line, so naturally he cannot be embarrassed.

Yang Feng nodded and watched them walk out of the lounge. This guy was a little worried. Basketball stimulants were not very useful. High-end basketball shoes can only improve their bounce and reduce their fatigue, but they definitely didn't help their skills. However, since the opponent is Japanese, there shouldn't be any big problem. Even if you play with height, you can torture them to death.

The results of the next game did make Yang Feng feel relieved. After enough time to rest and use scientific methods to improve physical fitness, the basketball team will have the advantage against the Japanese based on their height alone, not to mention the help of sneakers.

The Chinese team almost always played against the Japanese team throughout the game. In the end, the Chinese basketball team defeated Japan by a score of 40 to 25.

However, the basketball team's journey is still very long. Next is France, and Peru and Brazil in the second round. In short, it's all right to go anywhere! Yang Feng didn't expect them to reach the finals.

Basketball is the unique skill of the Americans. This Olympics is the first time that basketball competition was introduced. In the end, the US team defeated the Canadian team several times the score to win the championship. Even a player of the US team scored similarly to the Canadian team.

It's time to play football later. The first game against the British team was Yang Feng's most concerned game. His expectation for the Chinese team was to defeat the British team.

This guy brought a bunch of beauties of all sizes and big and small to the competition field early, and Xin'er even transferred her cheerleading team. As the competition progressed, more and more overseas Chinese and international students from all over the country came, especially after winning track and field gold, the number of people coming soared, and now the cheerleading team has expanded to nearly a thousand people.

More than a thousand people were all dressed in the most eye-catching red. No matter which competition stadium they were in, their momentum would first overwhelm others. Then they would be equipped with a flag and a small trumpet, which not only boosts Chinese morale, but also a torture to athletes in other countries.

Especially the small speaker that makes a sound like a cow, it is simply outrageous.

Boss Yang was lying in the arms of the little fairy with satisfaction, and Xin'er fed him grapes next to him, making him look like the Stephen Chow version of Oriental Bubai. This guy was right in the middle of the cheerleaders, and there were two flag bearers standing behind him, each with a national flag, and waved it from time to time.

On one side, there were two shirtless drummers, sweating profusely, pounding the general's order. Countless small trumpets around were blew in the high-pitched slogans, which attracted the audience on the entire field, not to mention the audience, even those British athletes sometimes couldn't help but look at each other.

Finally, seeing the Chinese team's morale on the court, and the players on their side were unable to concentrate, the British coach could not help but run to the German Olympic Committee officials to protest, demanding that they stop Chinese fans from interfering with the game.

"Oh. This is difficult to do, and you also know that these young people are full of love for their motherland. Now their compatriots are fighting on the field, but you want them to stay rational. This is really difficult.

If it were you, at such an age and in such an occasion, could you keep calm?" Yang Feng said to the guy in front of him, who was over fifty years old.

"Mr. Yang, I understand their feelings, but cheering for you, can you let them not use those noise-making things?" The old man said carefully. To be honest, the British were a little disappointed, and as a German, he was still very happy, but Yang Feng was really cruel.

Now, there are almost no other sounds on the entire court except for the sounds created by the cheerleaders.

Yang Feng looked at the British fans who were shouting various slogans at the top of their lungs and cheering for the British team. Their thin voices seemed weak and powerless in the sound of drums and trumpets.

"Let's do it! First of all, I think using these things is very useful to enhance the atmosphere of the field. I think British friends will agree with me, but it is not fair to use them only. Please ask them if we divide half of our things to them, including big drums, then can we cheer for their respective teams fairly?" said this guy seriously.

The German old man was stunned. He didn't expect Yang Feng to be so generous. However, since Boss Yang said this, he couldn't say anything more. He went back to ask the British head coach and asked the British guy. The British guy thought this was good. Then, as soon as he communicated with the fans, British fans immediately came to the cheerleaders happily to borrow things.

And they performed very friendly. It seems that they were also moved by the generosity of the Chinese. Besides, the Chinese team did play well. More than twenty minutes have passed in the whole game. Both sides have offensive and defensive, but neither of them can break the opponent's goal.

The Chinese team captain's simply artistic ball control also amazed many British fans. In addition, the friendly performance of Chinese fans, there were even British people who started to cheer for Li Huitang when he had wonderful performances.

Looking at the harmonious scene, Yang Feng smiled sinisterly.

At first, the British fans didn't realize that something was wrong. They were like Chinese fans, blowing the trumpet, beating the drums, and yelling hard. Unfortunately, the performance of the British players on the court seemed to be worse. It was not until Li Huitang broke the goal with a single shot that the British head coach woke up.

Damn! Isn’t this cheering the Chinese team?

Chinese players had known that the sound of drums and horns were cheering for them. Yang Feng seemed to be half of them and cheering for them. But the players who were used to the meaning of this sound had long been able to tell who could clearly distinguish them. It was too sinister and too despicable. The British head coach shouted to stop the British fans who were blowing the horns, but he couldn't help but raise his middle finger at Yang Feng.

Boss Yang looked at him happily and smiled with a beautiful woman.

After Li Huitang scored a goal, the Chinese team immediately turned to the defense. The British attacked desperately, but unfortunately they did not equalize the score until the midfield.

"Come on, come on, each one drinks a bowl of ginseng tea first!" Boss Yang brought people in with a thermal bucket. He originally wanted to prepare some ma Huang Su for Li Huitang and others. Later, he thought it was not easy for China to launch such a team. After a hundred years, he would not be fooled by himself.

However, this guy also invested a lot of money. This bucket of ginseng tea used several hundred-year-old ginseng plants. After drinking ginseng tea, he sprayed some refrigerant, which was basically the same. Then he got a bunch of delicate female fans to come and cheer, and a group of players appeared again.

The British head coach opposite was staring at Yang Feng! Seeing him returning to the stands with a smile on his face, he immediately felt a sense of fuzziness.

After the start of the second half, the Chinese team continued to follow the defensive route and occasionally seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. After more than ten minutes, neither side got any chance. However, in the 20th minute of the second half, the referee's obviously unreasonable penalty made Yang Feng's mood immediately nervous.

"Ma, I don't know anything, I don't know how to fake a fall in the penalty area, and I don't have to cheat so blatantly!" The guy shouted in anger.

Regardless of whether the opponent made a fake fall or not, the referee awarded a penalty kick from the British team. This rare opportunity was finally caught by the British team. A tricky shot broke through the Chinese team's defense line, and the score immediately became one-to-one.
Chapter completed!