Volume 854 Riot

The track and field team leader didn't care what awards the previous ones won or what scenes he made. He heard that Qin Guan himself is also a great boss, and his relationship with international fashion brands is very good.

Since he is a fan of Liu Xiang, is there any possibility of increasing the endorsement agreements and fees that the General Administration of Sports has with so many domestic and foreign sports brands every year? Can you get some sponsorship for some unpopular sports industry.

After today's game is over, do you want to find a chance to talk to him!

The two people whose thinking is not on the same line at all, the chicken and the duck are talking and discussing in full swing.

Everyone has one theme, contact Qin Guan, create more amazing publicity effects, promote the influence of the national sports cause among ordinary people, and seek the greatest benefits for the State Sports General Administration.

Qin Guan in the stands didn't know that he had been exposed to all interested people just now. He and Xu Xiaoxiao, amidst the referee's preparations, had already sat in the auditorium holding their breath, waiting This tense moment arrives.

Although out of patriotism, no matter what kind of achievements Liu Xiang below, these two will wholeheartedly support.

But two reasonably sensible people, seeing the watery black skin under the stands, with the yellow one sandwiched between them, still felt a little nervous.

‘How did Liu Xiang reach the finals this year? I remember what the professor of ethnology at the university said about the racial characteristics of black people? '

‘Among the three races, the natural physique and muscle distribution ratio are the most suitable for the sports industry? '

‘Probably, it’s possible hahaha’

The two brothers smiled awkwardly, and heard the crisp sound of the starting gun.

'Snapped! '

With this gunshot, the eight people on the starting line flew out like arrows.

"Lausanne is Liu Xiang's blessed land. He once ran the world youth record of 13.12 seconds in the youth race, and now he stands in Lausanne again"

'Let's see, Liu Xiang didn't start fast and only ranked fifth among the eight players. '

'Three hurdles have passed, Liu Xiang is still behind, and now the runners on the third runway are leading! '

'The fifth column! Liu Xiang suddenly made an effort! Oh my god, sprinters who exert their strength in the middle are really rare! '

'His stride and rhythm are perfect, not affected by the opponent's running frequency. '

'good! Passing the last hurdle smoothly, Liu Xiang crossed the starting point first! First place, the champion of the 110m hurdles at the Lausanne Grand Prix, was born! '

The moment they crossed the finish line, the excited Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao jumped up in the auditorium.

They can only express their excitement at this time by shouting, shouting, screaming and waving the five-star red flag in their hands vigorously.

The indescribable sense of honor of the Chinese people can only be experienced by those who have been there in person.

But at this time, the image and the voice were all forgotten by the people on stage. He just wanted to vent his overflowing emotions about the motherland.

And Liu Xiang, who crossed the finish line next, sat down on the timer showing his world record of 12.88 seconds before he could accept the interviews from the conference reporters.

The young Liu Xiang is still at an age that likes to show off, but it is this kind of wanton flying that is even more loved by domestic and foreign media.

Surrounding him were a group of journalists from all over the world who were desperately collecting information, and Liu Xiang's immature face, with the most eye-catching smile in the world, waved his arms and cheered for him.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan, who had already calmed down on the stage, looked at the sports reporters who had rushed across the track and surrounded Liu Xiang, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

'Hey, Qin Guan, this is also the first time for you to watch an idol's story from the perspective of a fan, right? '

'Looking at the way he is enjoying it, he may not understand what this result means to him, right? '

'More flowers and applause, every move exists under the flashlight. '

‘Training under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ardent hope of hundreds of millions of people, and infinite pressure. '

'This boy born in the 1980s, is he ready? '

Yeah, is he ready?

Eating radish salty and not worrying, Qin Guan diverted the attention of Xu Xiaoxiao, who was deeply in love, with a hook on his shoulders, but put down more attention on the person in the stands who represented the hope of Chinese track and field.

No matter how dazzling the results are, there is a moment when the song ends. As a spectator, Qin Guan, who tried his best not to attract the attention of others, wanted to leave early before the Grand Prix was over.

But as soon as he and Xu Xiaoxiao rolled up the flag and stuffed it into their bags, they were chased and intercepted by all kinds of interested people within two minutes of leaving their seats.

There are many local Swiss spectators in this stand, but there are more sports fans from all over the world.

In the United States, a country with great track and field, there are countless people who come in groups. Just because Qin Guan appeared on the big screen waving the red flag just now, they have locked on their idols.

The American, who considers himself to be a star-chaser, just quietly watched Qin Guan's seat with binoculars, cameras and other lenses.

As soon as Qin Guan left, those people also moved.

Marker pens and white T-shirts are essential tools for finding autographs from sports stars, but today's surprise was to hand them over to Qin Guan.

As Qin Guan walked towards the exit gate, more and more fans got up one after another.

A person's follower heart does not distinguish between races and national boundaries.

Those who hadn't noticed Qin Guan at first started asking questions because of other people's actions.

So they spread the word, and everyone followed suit. Even those who hadn't paid attention to Qin Guan, or even those who didn't know who he was, pretended to take out the signature pen they carried with them.

Qin Guan on this side was signing backwards, feeling regretful that he didn't buy a ticket for Han's cooking wine. As soon as he retreated to the exit, he was directly dragged aside by a pair of big hands for the athletes to leave and rest in the side door.

'Why! Qin Guan! '

As soon as he turned his head, Xu Xiaoxiao, who found that his friend had been swallowed by the side door, quickly followed the gap of the door and got in.

The audience who were crowded at the door asking for autographs were stopped by the security personnel of the conference with a gesture.

Safe for now!

Before Qin Guan took a breath and thanked him, he discovered that his savior was a very kind middle-aged man.

Also Chinese. (To be continued.)