Will couldn't believe that an athlete with yellow skin could run a time of 9.69 seconds.
What did that time represent?
The second-fastest 100-meter sprint in the world. After Bolt's era had passed, it would be the world record.
An Asian athlete had beaten Western athletes in the 100-meter sprint. That had never happened in the history of the event.
It was impossible.
The assistant beside him made a phone call, then said, "Mr. Will, the results of the other athlete's drug test are in."
"Get the report over here right away," Will said urgently, then headed to his temporary office at the venue.
Back home.
The moment that 9.69-second time was announced, the internet exploded.
Once people learned that even the previous Olympic champion had only managed 9.80 seconds, everyone understood what 9.69 meant.
Another flying star had risen in the country—and in the 100-meter sprint, no less. That was even more impressive than Flying Man Xiang.
It was incredibly uplifting.
The country's sprinters had never won a gold medal in this event before. Now, that was about to change.
"My girlfriend asked why I suddenly dropped to my knees. I told her I'd witnessed the rise of a god. She said there was something wrong with my head."
"I knew it! Apart from men's soccer, anything is possible in sports."
"Our athletes can even run times like this in the 100-meter sprint. Have faith in men's soccer!"
"..."
Will had barely reached his temporary office when the drug-testing department delivered the report.
He opened it immediately and began reading.
"Mr. Will, what does it say? Did he use drugs? I'll go have him kicked out of the competition right now." The assistant asked, already moving to leave.
But Will exclaimed, "How is this possible? They didn't find