The cheers of the stadium behind him were like waves. He did not look back. The light and shadow in front of him changed rapidly and slowly, peeling off from both sides of the corridor. It felt like a blur of leaden gray, so blurry that it was not realistic.
Chen Zheng looked at the photos on the wall quietly, and the glory belonging to the winner was instantly framed. In this dark corridor, these photos are the only bright colors. He stared at them for a long time before he suddenly realized that he had been looking at them for too long.
So I woke up like a dream.
Motto: Never give up until the ball hits the ground.