Chapter 633 - 559: I Want to Train With You

Chapter 633: Chapter 559: I Want to Train With You

That afternoon, Chen Yu got nothing done. He just answered phone calls.

With the La Liga season starting, Ronaldo, who was already back in Spain, was shouting about flying to Greece to beat up Graham and get some payback for Chen Yu.

He couldn’t even imagine what Graham could have said to provoke Chen Yu into physically fighting someone.

But he didn’t care. Slandering Chen Yu and opposing Chen Yu was the same as making an enemy of him.

He, Ronaldo, knew one thing: Chen Yu had saved his career!

And just after seven in the evening, Chen Yu also received a call from Mills.

Seeing the call was from Mills, Chen Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

He had been so focused on things here that he’d almost forgotten Bolt had another preliminary heat at seven tonight.

Of course, after the morning race, Chen Yu had massaged Bolt’s body and arranged for him to rest at the stadium.

But a sudden call at this time... ’I hope nothing’s wrong.’

"19.39 seconds!"

The moment the call connected, Mills’s scream came from the other end.

"Oh my god, 19.39! Chen, I’m going crazy! Usain is insane! He’s a genius! I’ve always said it, he’s a genius, a true genius!"

Chen Yu froze.

19.39 seconds!

’Is that Bolt’s time for the second round of preliminaries?’

He ran 19.43 this morning and 19.39 this afternoon. ’Bolt is running like his life depends on it!’

Critically, he was only 0.07 seconds away from the world record!

It was a hair’s breadth away.

’Is this kid really going to break the world record at these Olympics?’

Chen Yu was certainly optimistic about Bolt, even more so than Liu Xiang.

His physical talent was absolutely historic.

But how old was he this year? He just turned 19!

Chen Yu’s expectation was for him to shine at the next Olympics in ’08, breaking world records and so on.

At 23, he would likely reach his peak physically, mentally, and in terms of experience.

Breaking the world record now was truly a bit of an exaggeration.

"Glenn, calm down. How is Usain now? Is his body okay?" Chen Yu asked urgently.

Running a time like that meant Bolt had already surpassed his own limits.

And the consequences of surpassing one’s limits could be severe.

"He’s fine! He’s perfectly fine right now! Chen, if Usain keeps running like this, he could actually break the world record! Breaking the world record at 19... that’s just incredible! He’ll be the first in history!" Mills was beside himself with excitement.

"Alright, Glenn, calm down. Have him come back as soon as possible. I’ll wait for you at the hotel."

Chen Yu needed to give Bolt a physical check-up as soon as possible.

This kind of extraordinary running was highly likely to cause physical damage.

After hanging up, just as Chen Yu was about to leave, he heard another knock on the door.

He opened the door to find Sun Haiping.

"Dr. Chen, Liu Xiang is insisting on going to train! It’s so late, and we told him not to go, that he has a race tomorrow, but he won’t listen. Please, you have to go talk some sense into him," Sun Haiping said urgently.

Chen Yu was speechless for a moment. ’Great, this one’s going crazy too.’

He quickly followed Sun Haiping and found Liu Xiang, who was being held back by Feng Shuyong. The moment Liu Xiang saw Chen Yu approach, he immediately settled down.

"Dr. Chen, I want to go train. I will definitely break the world record tomorrow!" Liu Xiang said with his head down, his tone earnest.

Chen Yu had gotten into a fight because of him.

In other words, Graham was questioning his results.

His own words carried no weight; nothing he said would matter. After thinking it over, the only thing he could do was run with all his might, break the world record, and answer the doubters that way.

Besides, when it came down to it, wasn’t Liu Xiang filled with resentment over this matter?

He’d trained his heart out and achieved a great result. Who were they to question him?

The more they did this, the more determined he was to run an even better time!

"Alright!"

Chen Yu patted Liu Xiang’s shoulder.

Seeing his reaction, Chen Yu guessed what he was thinking.

"I know you’re angry and frustrated, but you’re going to hold it in. Save that fire for the track tomorrow."

"Now, go back and rest immediately!"

’Training at this hour? Does he even want to compete tomorrow?’

"Go on!"

Seeing that Liu Xiang was about to argue, Chen Yu gave him a push and said in a deliberately stern voice, "What, you broke an Olympic record, so now you don’t have to listen to me anymore?"

Liu Xiang quickly shook his head. He looked at Chen Yu, then at Sun Haiping, and clenched his fists. "Dr. Chen, I will definitely break the world record tomorrow!"

He was only 0.01 seconds away from the world record!

After saying that, he finally left.

Watching him leave, Sun Haiping said, "Dr. Chen, should we ask Old Liu to have another chat with him? I’m just worried about his mental state."

Having fighting spirit is a good thing, but I’m afraid too much of a good thing can be bad.

"That won’t be necessary."

Chen Yu shook his head. ’As long as he maintains this fighting spirit, there shouldn’t be a problem.’

When he had decided to do what he did, Chen Yu had considered using the incident to motivate the two of them.

It seemed now that it wasn’t just Liu Xiang; Bolt had been fired up too.

Otherwise, the kid wouldn’t have been able to surpass himself again.

19.39 seconds!

’What a crazy kid.’

A little over half an hour later, Bolt returned.

Like a victorious general, he appeared before Chen Yu, puffed up with pride, and declared emphatically, "Sir, I will break the world record and show those bastards that you are the best coach in the world! You don’t need any damn stimulants!"

’As expected, he ran holding in all that anger.’

The kid had missed it that morning and later complained to Liu Xiang, asking why Liu Xiang didn’t punch Graham since he was there.

If it had been him, he would have landed a couple of punches, no matter what.

"Good!"

Chen Yu nodded with a smile.

Bolt was on a high, and Chen Yu didn’t want to discourage him.

There was nothing wrong with letting this fighting spirit drive him to run hard.

’Fame comes to those who seize it early. Four years is too long. Perhaps Bolt’s moment of glory is right here at these Olympics.’

"Let’s go!"

Chen Yu patted Bolt and gestured for him to follow him to the hotel gym.

Inside the gym, Chen Yu led Bolt through a large number of recovery exercises.

After each exercise, he would perform a targeted massage.

The human body is a wondrous thing.

With a burst of adrenaline, an ordinary person can run faster than a world champion.

But the damage to the body is also immense.

Surpassing one’s limits is not easy. It’s Pandora’s box; once opened, you have to face the consequences.

Fortunately, Chen Yu was there and, through his system’s effects, could repair the damage hidden deep within the muscles.

And after being repaired, this damage would, in the spirit of "what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger," make the muscles even more resilient.

’One session after the race today, and then another tomorrow evening before the semifinals begin, and he should be fine.’

Starting the next day, due to the hot weather, all track and field events were officially moved to the evening.

After nine o’clock that night, the second round of the men’s 110m hurdles preliminaries was in full swing.

In the backstage medical room.

Alan Johnson was lying on a bed, undergoing a detailed examination by Chen Yu.

He had his arm raised, covering his eyes, his expression calm and unchanged.

But the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that his heart was not at peace.

Behind Chen Yu, Johnson’s coach, the leader of the US Athletics Team, and the on-duty doctor from the medical team all watched Chen Yu nervously, awaiting his diagnosis.

"It’s not a big problem."

Chen Yu said as he took off his gloves.

The team leader, Anderson, finally let out a long sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "Chen, thank you. After what happened yesterday, for you to still..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yu cut him off with a raised hand.

"I assume Graham doesn’t represent the entire US Athletics Team," Chen Yu said in a low voice.

"Of course!"

Anderson hurriedly agreed with a nod.

In fact, just this morning, the athletics team had already made a public statement to reporters, claiming that all of Graham’s remarks represented only his personal opinion and had nothing to do with the US Athletics Team or the Olympic delegation.

This was probably the first time the United States Track and Field Association had disavowed someone so quickly.

Previously, when Graham and the Montgomery couple were mired in doping rumors, they had stubbornly defended them for a while.

It could only be said that they had no choice but to distance themselves as quickly as possible.

Stern, Jordan, Kolangelo, Calvin Hill—a whole slew of executives and star players from the four major American professional sports leagues had all come forward to publicly condemn Graham for slandering Chen Yu.

Graham had practically stirred up a hornet’s nest, facing a one-sided chorus of condemnation.

And besides these celebrities, even ordinary people were voicing their support for Chen Yu and denouncing Graham.

In the words of online commenters, "We don’t care about the details. If Chen Yu says no stimulants were used, then no stimulants were used."

They only believed in Chen Yu, the Miracle Doctor.

Under these circumstances, how could the United States Track and Field Association dare not immediately distance itself?

Chen Yu pulled over a chair, sat down by the bed, and began to massage Johnson’s twisted left foot.

In the second heat that had just finished, Alan Johnson had unexpectedly tripped and fallen, forcing him to withdraw from the race and be eliminated early.

A real shame, indeed.

In theory, he was Liu Xiang’s biggest rival.

Just then, a commotion was suddenly heard from outside the medical room.

A few seconds later, Sun Haiping burst through the door with a BAM!

"Dr. Chen, he broke it! Liu Xiang broke the world record! 12.89 seconds! He really broke the record!"

Sun Haiping was out of breath from running, shouting with excitement.

And as the door opened, the noise from the preparation area in the distance grew even louder.

Chen Yu casually grabbed the TV remote from the table and turned on the television in the corner.

The TV was tuned to the Greek sports channel, which was broadcasting that day’s track and field events live.

On the screen, the camera was locked on Liu Xiang as he jogged on the track.

He raised both arms high, roaring at the camera, venting all his inner frustration and resentment.

12.89.

On the caption below, the new world record had already been updated.

"Chen, congratulations," said Johnson’s coach, Sanderson, his face full of bitterness as he offered his congratulations.

Lying on the bed, Alan Johnson also lowered his arm and propped himself up to look at the TV screen.

The number 12.89 was particularly glaring.

It was a time he couldn’t even dream of achieving.

After seeing Liu Xiang break his Olympic record yesterday, Johnson had been holding in his own motivation today, wanting to run a good time to prove he hadn’t given up completely.

And then he fell.

Watching his rivals rush past him, Johnson’s heart was filled with unwillingness to accept defeat.

For a moment, he had felt he still had a chance to beat Liu Xiang.

But at this moment, seeing the time Liu Xiang had run, Alan Johnson suddenly felt a sense of release.

’Even if I ran my heart out, I’m afraid I could never achieve a time like that.’

The rookie he had once looked down on had now become the best hurdler on the planet.

"Chen, I want to train with you."

Alan Johnson suddenly turned his head and said to Chen Yu.