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

Chapter 119-120

Seeing that, under Su Bai's guidance, Zhang Ziyi was rapidly improving step by step and catching up with the top Asian athletes, but who could have known that this originally healthy path of growth would suddenly become overstrained?

In recent times, after Zhang Ziyi started intensive training, Wang Ting didn't say anything on the surface, but he had been feeling uncomfortable deep down. Who would want to shorten their own professional career and overextend their potential at the expense of their health if they had a choice?

What's even more realistic is that even if Zhang Ziyi pushes himself to the limit and secures a spot at the Olympics, it only means he has the opportunity to try his luck on the Olympic stage.

Sometimes, Wang Ting would ask himself in his heart: Is this sacrifice really worth it?

However, this question, apart from Zhang Ziyi himself, no one else had the right to answer.

Zhang Ziyi was calm, determined, and responsible. These qualities sometimes masked his desire for victory as an excellent athlete. It wasn't until last night when he couldn't help but ask that question that Wang Ting realized he had overlooked something, or perhaps he hadn't been able to give Zhang Ziyi a chance to reach for this highest Asian-level podium in the past.

Let's give it a try.

When he said this to Zhang Ziyi before departing in the afternoon, he also felt relieved in his heart. However, once he actually sat in the arena, as the time for the men's 400-meter sprint final approached, he became increasingly nervous.

In the women's team, Chen Yadan won the silver medal. This made Wang Ting even more nervous. Bahrain's female athlete, Nassar, was undoubtedly a powerhouse, and with her in the lead, the silver medal that Chen Yadan won was almost the highest medal that Asian female 400-meter runners could achieve.

Then...

Chen Yadan succeeded, and now Zhang Ziyi was about to compete. How would his performance be?

Just thinking about these things made Wang Ting even more nervous, and his face became even more unapproachable.

Jiang Wentao was surprised by Wang Ting's expression, and Pei Jin'an, who was sitting next to him, also paused. "Lao Wang, are you okay?" he asked.

Wang Ting didn't even know how scary his own expression had become. He just shook his head and said he was fine, but who could believe that he was fine looking like that?

Seeing Wang Ting's appearance, Jiang Wentao found it somewhat amusing. He pointed to him and said, "Lao Wang, you're a senior national-level coach. What's making you so nervous?"

Only then did Wang Ting realize that his back was somewhat stiff, and his shoulders and arms were tense. He tried to relax himself by shaking his arms.

However, before he could say more, there was a commotion in the audience seats, followed by a quick hush— the men's 400-meter sprint final was about to begin!

Everyone's attention was quickly focused on the track. Pei Jin'an glanced at Wang Ting, seemed to have noticed something, but didn't say much. He shifted his attention to the race unfolding before them.

On the track, the eight athletes were lined up in lanes 2 to 9 on the curved starting track for the 400-meter sprint. Zhang Ziyi was in lane 4, while Qiu Wen, who had advanced as a substitute, was placed in lane 9.

In the commentary booth, Shao Minyi's brow furrowed slightly.

"Qiu Wen's lane placement is quite unfavorable. His time of 45.36 seconds in the semi-finals ranked fourth among all the qualified athletes. However, it's evident that the organizers didn't arrange the lanes based on overall rankings. Qiu Wen and Mustafa, who advanced as substitutes, were placed in lanes 2 and 9, respectively."