The sudden system sound made Su Zhe stunned, while the system sound continued.

"Perfect maintenance of halo LV2 instructions: Automatically enable it after obtaining the halo, nourishing the host's beauty at all times! Maintaining the host's body at any time, accelerating the host's injury healing process, perfectly healing without leaving any dark injuries - a perfect idol should be from the inside out! (Note: the halo cannot be turned off. In the healing state, 100,000 reputation value is consumed every day)"

Until the cold mechanical sound stopped, Su Zhe's originally depressed heart finally jumped again.

He sat on the stretcher and looked at Zhao Zhixuan with his eyes: "Brother Xuan, I can run tomorrow's 110-meter hurdles final!"

When Su Zhe was sent away by the logistics staff's stretcher, the live video was still connected. The scene when Zhao Zhixuan took off his shoes was also captured by the camera and sent to the audience.

Wang Miaochuan: "From the picture, we can see that Su Zhe's right foot's instep was swelling severely. Now the staff have sent Su Zhe to the medical point of the National Championships. I hope the injury will not affect his subsequent competition."

Zhang Jing: "The medical team of the National Championships is composed of key members of the sports medicine department of G Provincial First Hospital. I believe that Su Zhe can provide proper treatment in time. Please rest assured!"

Although the commentator said this, the scene of Su Zhe being injured still made everyone who was concerned about the game feel heartbroken.

In the stands, Su Zhe's fans looked at each other, with a worried look on his face. The banners that were originally raised were hanging down weakly.

The little girl with a ponytail looked at her companions anxiously: "You can't be a problem, right?"

Another cute little girl with short hair and round face immediately said, "It must be fine! Isn't it just a contusion? As long as you treat and recuperate, you can recover quickly!"

In fact, they also understood that everyone was in the stands and there was no more accurate news. It was just that everyone hoped to get positive recognition at this time, and everyone was praying for Su Zhe's health together.

The sports fans on the side were also very anxious, and everyone was discussing whether Su Zhe could still participate in tomorrow's 110-meter hurdles final.

The middle-aged man who had first posted Su Zhe's qualifiers at the Track and Field Kingdom Forum was staring at the staff members' backs carrying Su Zhe away.

"I just said it was just soft tissue contusion, so there shouldn't be any major problem, right?"

Another young sports fan next to him frowned: "Theoretically, nothing big happens. As long as you have a good rest, you will definitely get better. However, Zhe Shao is still fighting so hard in the acute phase, so he is afraid that the symptoms of internal bleeding and swelling will worsen. After the inflammation breaks out, subsequent treatment will definitely be more troublesome."

Tao Sheng also watched the stretcher walk away without a trace before speaking in a dull voice: "Su Zhe is so hardworking. I have watched some videos of him participating in the idol show these days. At the beginning, he basically knew nothing, but he just stayed up all night and had to keep up with other people's progress. He would never be willing to get low scores with peace of mind because of his poor foundation."

Sighing, Tao Sheng continued, "I can't understand anything else when I watch that game, but I can understand the child's desperate appearance. I asked me a few old acquaintances of the S Provincial Sports Team. Since he returned to the sports team, in order to restore his muscle memory of various technical movements as soon as possible, Su Yinsheng and Zhao Changhe gave him a lot of training intensity. He didn't say a word and accepted them all."

"This is his first national competition... I hope he doesn't leave any regrets."

The sports fans around Tao Sheng couldn't help but sigh. Who doesn't like the young athlete who is hardworking and talented? What's more, Su Zhe's result... is infinitely close to 10 seconds and 10 seconds!

A new athlete who can run into 10 seconds is about to be born in China. At this moment, all sports enthusiasts are praying, hoping that Su Zhe's injury will not have any sequelae, so as not to have an impact on his future performance.

People who were following the competition on the spot and on the Internet began to worry about Su Zhe's injury for a while, and the Weibo of S Provincial Sports Team began to be constantly @ed by people, hoping that Su Zhe's personal status could be announced as soon as possible.

During the medical point, Zheng Jian and Zhao Zhixuan were staring at Su Zhe, and Su Zhe was following the call from Mr. Su to greet the crazy and furious Su Yinsheng roar on the other end of the phone.

"What did I say to you?! Adjust, control, and allocate your energy reasonably! What about you? Every game is like running like a life-threatening person! Do you think you are young? Do you think you are in great shape? Do you have the ability to run to the peak state in every game? Do you have the ability to ensure that you are full of energy in every game?"

"In 8 days, 7 qualifying finals, you run very quickly, are you not afraid of being injured, are you? Have you ever thought about your subsequent games? Don't want to participate in the World Championship qualifiers? Ah?!"

Su Yinsheng's voice became louder and louder.

"You don't need to have a brain, but you will be reckless. Now you are young and healthy. What about the future? Wait until you get yourself reckless and then regret it again?"

This time, Su Yinsheng was really angry with his son and his forehead was so angry that his veins were blowing. As the coach of Su Zhe and his others, he should have gone with him as the coach of this competition, but the S Provincial Summer Track and Field Training Camp also happened to start training during this period. As the highest person in charge of this training camp, he and Zhao Changhe not only had to arrange training plans for all training camp students, but also select potential reserve players from these seedlings.

Out of reassurance about Su Zhe's condition, he had a steady personality like Zhao Zhixuan, not to mention the coach of the sports team. He thought there would be no trouble, but who knew that Su Zhe did not listen to his pre-match advice at all.

He fully understood his son's desire for victory, but this pursuit of victory requires certain strategies rather than endlessly wasting his own strength.

Athletes are not gods. Can Su Zhe always maintain his best condition?

This is impossible.

Su Yinsheng clearly understood in his heart that if Su Zhe could not correct this problem, he would sooner or later suffer a great loss in the game.

Whether as Su Zhe's father or coach, he didn't want Su Zhe to face this situation - the story that Chen Zhi had experienced before was enough.

Su Zhe naturally understood what his father was worried about, but the passion he was thriving on the field and sprinting towards the top made his heart unable to control himself.

He is an athlete, and the track and field is his battlefield.

Of course, he knew that he should have a strategic plan in a series of battles, and he also tried to do so, but if he could not spare any effort on the battlefield and in fierce battles, he would feel ashamed of his identity.

If every battle of every effort now makes his father worried, then work hard to become stronger, so strong that everyone can feel at ease with him!

They are both father and son, and master and disciple.

Both of them understood what each other thought and had their own persistence.

After two years of re-cooperation, they are still exploring to get in again.

The phone call ended, and Su Yinsheng sighed at the other end.

"You want to continue to compete in tomorrow's 110-meter hurdles final?"

Suzhe paused and whispered: "Yes."

"You must participate even if you are injured?" Su Yinsheng finally calmed down from the other end of the phone: "Are you sure to win?"

"I'm not sure." Su Zhe's answer was also very straightforward.

Zhou Tianjue and Ye Jun are both extremely excellent 110-meter hurdles, and other participants who can reach the finals of the National Championship should not be underestimated. He is indeed not sure of winning, but if he cannot win the first place, he chooses to give up? This is not his style.

Su Yinsheng on the other end of the phone couldn't help but sigh again, and finally said: "Control your condition and don't let your injury worsen. If you continue to participate in the competition with injuries, do you still want to run into 10 seconds 05?"

Obviously, Su Yinsheng has seen through his son's ambition - to enter the Olympic Games standards.

This goal that was originally impossible to achieve in the short term is now gradually becoming a small possibility.

Su Zhe held the phone tightened his hand, then Zheng said with a tight head: "I understand."

After the phone was hung up, the doctor's examination results were already out. The results of the film showed that the bones were not injured and the contusions were not suitable for injection and closure. So after a simple treatment, the treatment came to an end.

The doping prosecutor of the event had been waiting aside for a long time. After completing the necessary urine test, with the help of Zheng Jian and Zhao Zhixuan, the three of them successfully took the bus back to the hotel designated by the organizing committee to rest.

"I have a spare room card for your room here. If you have any questions, call us over, have a good rest at night, and remember to spray before going to bed."

After repeated instructions, Zhao Zhixuan was dragged out of the room by Zheng Jian. Su Zhe waved goodbye to his two friends with amused, and then lay on the bed carefully.

The wound on his feet was sprayed with medicine, and there was no pain for a moment. Su Zhe, who was slightly bored, turned on the TV casually, but unexpectedly saw the replay of today's National Championships on the Sports Channel of the Court Station, and then he suddenly saw himself appearing in the playback.

Watching the stadium on TV is a different feeling.

Su Zhe was looking at the replay, analyzing his movement rhythm and the impact of foot injury on his grades. Suddenly, a ringtone rang at the head of the bed, turning his head, but someone was dialing his WeChat call.

Hey? Is this contact person Mr. Shao?

Su Zhe took over his phone and clicked to connect. Soon, Boss Shao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Su Zhe?"

"Uh, Boss Shao..." As soon as he finished speaking these three words, Su Zhe instantly heard the last sentence that Shao Xingchen left during the last call. After a pause, Su Zhe swallowed the previous name again: "That... Xingchen?"

To be honest, when Boss Shao got used to calling him, he suddenly called him a name, and always felt a little awkward, but Su Zhe also understood Shao Xingchen's idea. According to his introverted, stubborn and even a bit old-fashioned personality, perhaps he felt that it was more intimate to call his friends by calling him a name.

“…Well, it’s me.”

Sure enough, after hearing Su Zhe's corrected call, Shao Xingchen's voice instantly added an unconcealed pleasure.

"What's wrong?" Su Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, mute the TV casually, and chatted with Shao Xingchen: "Do you have no night scenes today? You should be busy with this, right?"

"My scene has been completed today." After responding to Su Zhe's question, Shao Xingchen said in a deep voice: "Is your foot injured okay?"

Hearing this question, Su Zhe scratched his head and finally understood the concern on Boss Shao's phone. So he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary bruise, there will be no problem!"

Perhaps she was easily infected by Su Zhe's voice, and Shao Xingchen's originally tight voice became soft on the other end of the phone: "That's good... If you have time, go online and report your fans safety. Also, come on tomorrow's game."

"Huh?" Su Zhe was stunned: "Do you know I will play tomorrow?"

"Well... you've already said it, it's just an ordinary bruise." Shao Xingchen's voice was filled with calmness: "Since it's not that you can't act, you will definitely choose to appear."

"Then... won't you stop me from participating?"

Hearing this question, Shao Xingchen was silent for a moment before saying, "I really don't want you to play with injuries, but this is your arena. I can feel your desire for this arena. Since that's the case, I choose to support you."

After saying that, after a few seconds, Shao Xingchen suddenly added: "But...If your injury is too serious one day, I may not be able to convince myself to continue to support you in the competition."

This straightforward answer and addition made Su Zhe laugh: "I said, big guy... no, this classmate Shao Xingchen, who would look forward to the situation when others were injured when others were injured?"

This made Boss Shao on the other end of the phone embarrassed. Before he could think of how to speak, Su Zhe smiled and thanked him: "Thank you, I have received your concern and support. Ah, I think there are big names like you among my fans. It's so great."

Since he became familiar with Shao Xingchen, Su Zhe has also begun to occasionally let himself go during the conversation. At this time, Boss Shao on the other end of WeChat often listens to what he says quietly and then gives serious answers.

Today is no exception.

“Yes, you’re great.”

This sincere praise and support always made Su Zhe laugh and very moved.

Finally, when they hung up the phone and said good night to each other, Su Zhe looked at the call time and scratched his head with some sigh.

Before he knew it, he and Boss Shao were friends who could chat with him for such a long time.

On the WeChat interface, Boss Shao finally sent a good night expression and reminded him to remember to report his safety on Weibo. Only then did Su Zhe notice that there were still many unread messages on his WeChat.

Chen Cheng and Jiang Hanning both sent condolences, and Jiang Hanning even rolled around and brushed a string of screens for him.

Friends I met in the crew of "Chasing Light" also sent him greetings one after another. Many individual messages from the crew were scrolling into the crew, asking him how he was injured.

Even Chen Zhi, who was still in Germany, sent him a message, and even had a missed call. The message was filled with concern and kept taking himself as an example to warn him to be careful to recover from his injuries and not affect his broader future due to injuries.

After replying to all friends, Su Zhe also opened Weibo at the same time.

On Weibo, any sports enthusiast who pays attention to the track and field championships is basically paying attention to Su Zhe's injury.
To be continued...