
Shh! Listen to That Gunshot
by Qing Ding
About This Novel
I stood on the track of the 400-meter final of the Municipal Games, my heart beating like a drum, and my emotions were surging. The red runway stretched before my eyes, and the crowd in the auditorium seemed like a blurry ocean. I put my hands on my hips and tried to calm my chaotic thoughts. Suddenly, teacher Zhang Zhenhe's shouts came to my ears: "Come on!" This voice was like a beacon cutting through the wind and waves, instantly lighting up the fire in my heart. Then, the whistle sounded, and I knew that the game was about to begin. I stared straight ahead, countless images of training flashing through my mind. "Everyone is in position!" The referee's order was on the line. I quickly squatted down, my back knees touched the ground lightly, my hands clenched into fists, shaking slightly, as if I could transfer power to my whole body. I stared ahead, put my index finger between my lips, and silently said: "Hush! Listen to that gunshot!"
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