Dong Ming stood, sweat covering his body.
The entire race was literally short but maybe because of the entire sequences of events it was relatively longer and filled moment for Dong Ming.
Richly filled, and reward hormone also filled him, exhilaration, dopamine, excitement, a feeling of achievement.
Certainly short, but for Dong Ming that had gone through the ordeal, it was no walk in the park.
" Walk ? ", He had to do some "long jumps"!
Dong Ming expected that no one would understand what he went through, from an unlucky muscle pull, to pulling of a mad bold intelligent maneuver, plan,effecting, to tremendous results.
And his record?!... In the midst of adversity a person's potential was wretched out, and squeezed out like a wet clothe, but certainly as wet clothe had be to wrung strongly to squeeze out the water, so had he been.
And the results...
8.5 seconds, that was non Titan peak level world kind of record.
It meant that apart from those that competed at the very top of the world, Dong Ming was at top of the world.
Greatness, certainly greatness.
How he had done it.
.....
Parker finished the race second, reaching the end line, passing, but unfortunately the ribbon that signified the end of the race had already been cut.
Everyone was a contestant, but tt was always the victor that cut this ribbon.
Parker looked at the figure in front, that figure's back faced towards him.
From the other party having a muscle pull and he smirking at him, who could have expected another sets of events.
Strange performances, then winning.
Parker's blue eyes fixed on Dong Ming thinking, was the muscle pull he had brief, coming and going, hence the other party able to perform well.
What was those long jumps for, to do such and still win.
Why did he do it, was he trying to do interesting stunts, performing, taking the race as a walk in the park.
" Trying to show off ?! "
Parker looked at his watch, like Dong Ming's his had also been synchronized with the race.
Time: 8.85 seconds
All his intense training, conditioning and preparation really bore fruit.
8.8 seconds was the peak record of Dong Huang high, and highest esteemed Dong Huang, if it's peak record was if not the highest, then it was one of the highest across high schools everywhere.
So his performance was tremendously spectacular.
Parker went to the pitch tent by the side and grabbed a bottle of water whilst thinking.
His mood a cocktail, anger, competitive spirit, shock, dismay, wonder... Parker couldn't actually pinpoint what it was well.
But even those closest or familiar to Parker restrained a bit from this blond haired blue eye jock in this mood.
And Dong Huang's high 100 meter record, it had been set in a spectacular performance by that figure.
Not one of another era, of his, in another place or high school, even top ones Parker with his gifts, talents and abilities would have been king, dominating the sports with his abilities!
But in Dong Huang, there was a King, one that shined brightly like the sun.
Dong Ming.
Interestingly he and Dong Ming, nobody knew, they were cousins.
Parker looked at a dashboard by the arena side with their race times displayed.
His : Parker : 8.85 seconds, 2nd
Above that.
Dong Ming's: 8.5 seconds, 1st
This record, this was practically peak world level!
Except those that did the Titans the highest level of sport and physicality in the world, this was peak.
" How had he done it ? "
.....
Dong Ming turned back after his short moment of reflection.
At this point every one had passed the finish line with the contestants doing post competition activities.
Relaxing, thinking, drinking water, fan talks and so.
Some even chatting.
Dong Ming scanned his classmates, the members of the A grade of the year 2 feeling a bit forlon.
Lonely is the top.
Dong Ming didn't understand maybe because it was practically the school of Physicality, although they were classmates, each classmates took the other as competitors.
Testosterone filled men.
As the top dog, competitor of every one, Dong Ming had maybe no pal.
Look at his no one was chatting with him.
If he even approached another to talk about something or the race they would think he was bragging or something.
Dong Ming scanned the crowd, looking for someone.
As for Parker it was a no option, this cousin, the other party never did as he knew Dong Ming always snubbing him.
Then catching a figure, Dong Ming smiled and approached, his half pal, Yan Ding, the good guy.