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Olympic Script---Magical Power

Time: Before the start of the Olympic Games.

Location: Athens, Trivisonno's bedroom.

The clock struck nine, and people on the street were still reveling. They held Blanchard's posters and shouted slogans that Blanchard would win.

Trivisonno (sitting up from the bed, walked to the window, looked down disdainfully, and saw the fanatical crowd passing under the window): Hum, boring people, don’t you know that people living here Is Talent a true long-distance runner genius?

The crowd is still noisy outside the window.

Trivisonno (yelling out the window): Shut up! Blanchard? Blanchard! People all over the city are calling his name! Open your eyes and look here! A sports wizard also lives here! He needs to rest now because the game starts tomorrow!

A person (girl) in the crowd (looked up at Trivisonno, then laughed): Blanchard has won the gold medal in the marathon three times. Hermes gave him soaring speed, Ares gave him His fearless courage. Who are you? No one has heard of your name. Do you dare to show your name on the sports field?

Trivisonno (closes the window angrily): Ignorant man! I'll prove it to you! (Sit down on the bed and cover your face with the quilt to prevent the noise outside from reaching your ears.)

Under the crowd.

After about half a minute, Trivisonno sat up from the bed again, feeling melancholy.

Trivisonno (sighs): I think I really don’t have the strength to win the gold medal... (gritting teeth) But I can’t just lose to that Blanchard and let the people in the city see my joke! Oh, unless there is magical power... (Knelt in front of the bed, hands raised) Gods of Olympus, please give me magical power, let me win tomorrow's game!

The noise of the crowd gradually faded away, and the faint cries of vendors came from outside the window. The vendor was carrying a cloth bag and holding a colorful medicine bottle in his hand.

Vendor (holding the medicine bottle high and whispering): The Magic Power is not hard to find, as long as you pay attention and look carefully. Let us hide it from the gods, take advantage of the dark and windy night, and quickly use this bottle of magical power to make money. (Raising his voice slightly) Does anyone want magical power?

Trivisonno (pushed the window open a small crack, exposed his head, and shouted at the vendor in a low voice): Hey! Do you really have magical powers? I mean, will your drug help me win a marathon?

Hawker (walks to the window, puffs up his chest): Of course! This is the most effective enhancement drug. With just one bottle, you can not only compete in a marathon, you can go directly to Mount Olympus to challenge Herakles (Hercules)!

Trivisonno (looking out the window cautiously, took out a bag of coins from his arms): Okay, let’s make a deal!

After exiting the vendor, Trivisonno put the medicine bottle in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Athena walked past the window and looked into the house. Athena wears a silver crown on her head, holds a scepter in her hand, and wears a white dress.

Athena (with a solemn expression): This stupid person cannot understand the meaning of the Olympics and actually did ridiculous things in the dark. He should be taught a lesson and he should not be allowed to tarnish the sacred fire of Olympus at will.

Athena (raises the scepter, points to Trivisonno, and speaks the oracle): The wheel of time, please turn it quickly, mess up people's memories, and show a chaotic future. (Sound of time moving rapidly)

Athena walked into the house and placed the laurel wreath on Trivisonno's head. Exit Athena.

Enter the crowd.

Crowd (cheering): Trivisonno is our king! He was so brave that he defeated Blanchard! He set a new marathon record! Trivisonno is our king!

Trivisonno was woken up, walked to the window, and opened the window.

Trivisonno (surprised): What happened?

One person (girl) in the crowd (exclaimed loudly): It’s him! Our hero Trivisonno! Today you won the marathon championship with the speed of a carrier pigeon! How can you forget these things? You have a laurel wreath on your head!

Trivisonno (takes off the wreath on his head, meditates for a while, then remembers): Oh! Of course I remember! It took me half an hour less than Blanchard! Oh, of course, I have become the new Olympic hero!

Crowd (cheering): Long live! Trivisonno is our king! Long live Trivisonno!

Blanchard, dressed disheveled, angrily pushed away the crowd and walked straight to the window of Trivisonno. The crowd shouted, "Get off."

Blanchard (pointing to Trivisonno’s nose angrily): This time you were lucky, you won the game! Just wait, I will work hard for four years, and we will see you on the sports field in four years! You don't have the courage to accept the challenge, do you?

Trivisonno (whose body started to tremble, but still pretended to be calm and raised his chest): Of course I will...accept the challenge...

Blanchard (mockingly): Your voice is trembling! Why, you didn't just use some despicable means to win the game, right?

Trivisonno (trembling guiltily again): No...

Blanchard (viciously): Four years is not a long time. I think you will remember it, see you then!

Blanchard left angrily, exit.

Trivisonno nervously took out the medicine bottle from his arms, opened the cap, poured the medicine out, and found that the medicine bottle was empty.

(fearfully): There is no more medicine. I am so eager to win that I have finished the bottle of medicine before the competition. Four years later, what can I use to compete with him?

Trivisonno returned to bed, uneasy.

A reporter (girl) and several photographers hurried to Trivisonno’s window. The photographer stood next to the reporter, holding the video camera and camera high in his hands.

Reporter (holding the microphone in his hand, looking energetic): Dear viewers, this is the live broadcast of Athens Sports online. We have arrived at Mr. Trivisonno's house. In this morning's marathon, Mr. Trivisonno set a new record and became a dark horse in the Olympics. Now we are going to interview him from a distance. (Goes directly into the house) Good evening, Mr. Trivisonno!

Trivisonno (frightened and stood up from the bed, hurriedly put the medicine bottle into his arms): Hello.

Reporter (speaking very fast): I am a reporter for the Athens Sports Online Live Program. Today you miraculously broke the marathon record. We would like to know how you train to achieve such a superb level. ? (Extending the microphone)

Trivisonno (stammering): I...I...

Reporter (smiling understandingly): Ah, I think Mr. Trivisonno might He was so excited about winning the championship that he couldn't express it in words for a while. It doesn't matter, Mr. Trivisonno, just tell the audience truthfully about your daily training. They will be so hungry, they want to know everything about you.

(Extended the microphone again)

Trivisonno (started to wipe the sweat on his forehead): I just... run every day... run...

Reporter (immediately took over the topic ):running? How long do you run every day? Where do you practice running? You know, viewers want to train and run with you every day! We believe that only when all the people participate and experience it for themselves can we understand the Olympic spirit conveyed by the athletes’ disdain for hard work!

Trivisonno (wiping the sweat on his forehead more and more frequently): I...just...

Several officials in suits and ties walked into Trivisonno's home, and one of them took the The microphone in the reporter's hand faces the camera directly.

Official (serious expression): Dear viewers, due to Mr. Trivisonno’s outstanding results in this marathon, the Athens Olympic Organizing Committee has decided to appoint Mr. Trivisonno as the Olympic Ambassador of the City of Athens, and will be appointed by The country paid for him to continue participating in this year's Asian Cup Marathon Invitational. You must be confident of winning, right?

Trivisonno (whispering): Ah, we still have to compete...

Official: Of course, you have fully demonstrated your outstanding strength in this competition. We think you deserve better representation on the world stage!

Trivisonno suddenly sat on the bed and put his head in his hands.

Reporters, officials, and photographers (surrounded): What’s wrong with you, Mr. Trivisonno?

Trivisonno (raises head, waves arms, cries): Get out of here! go out! I don’t want to compete in any more games! Not at all!

Exit reporters, officials and photographers.

Trivisonno (takes out the vial from his arms again, frustrated): I really regret it! If I hadn't drank this bottle of magic and won the race, everything would have been fine! I really brought it upon myself!

Athena walked to the window and recited the oracle.

Athena: Magical power is not magical. What went wrong? The little medicine bottle has caused trouble, and stupid people should wake up now.

Athena walked into the house and came to the opposite side of Trivisonno.

Athena: It seems that you regret it very much now.

rivisonno: Yes, I found that I made a big mistake. Winning or losing the game depends entirely on your own strength, and you can't be opportunistic. But who are you? Could it be...Athena?

Athena: Oh, great, you finally understand. The Olympic Games are a holy sporting competition, and Mount Olympus will give the highest respect to those who participate in the competition with integrity and candor. But for those who take chances, the gods on Mount Olympus will not show mercy to them. Because we do not allow the sacred fire to be tarnished with dirty colors.

Trivisonno (crying): OK, OK, dear Athena, I already know my fault. Can you forgive me for this mistake? I will always remember your words.

Athena (raises the scepter, Trivisonno slowly walks to the bed and lies down): Please turn back the time. Fortunately, everything has not started yet. The foolish have become wise, and our story begins anew. (Sound of time moving rapidly)

Exit Athena.

It was getting dark, and the crowd outside the window started shouting again.

Crowd: The marathon starts today! Go to the game! Go to the game! Cheers to Mr. Blanchard!

The crowd passed by the window.

Trivisonno (got up, hurriedly took out the medicine bottle from his arms, and was overjoyed to find that the bottle cap had not been opened): Thank you goddess Athena! I'm not going to drink this bottle of medicine. Magical power is not magical. If you want to win the gold medal, you have to rely on your own strength. (Throwing away the medicine bottle) Please give me four years to practice hard. The title of champion doesn't matter. Only those who are upright and honest can set foot on the holy land of Mount Olympus without shame.

Trivisonno bows, exit.