Are there any good scripts?

Time: Before the Olympic Games.

Venue: Treviseno's bedroom in Athens.

The clock struck nine and the people in the street were still partying. They held posters of blanchard and shouted the slogan that blanchard would win.

Treviseno: [sitting up in bed, walking to the window, lowering his head disdainfully, seeing fanatics passing under the window] Hum, boring people, don't you know that the people who live here are real long-distance running geniuses?

The crowd outside the window is still noisy.

Treviseno (shouting out of the window): Shut up! Blanchard? Blanchard! The whole city is calling his name! Open your eyes and look here! There is also a sports prodigy living here! He needs to rest now, because the game will start tomorrow!

One person (girl) in the crowd (looks up at Treviseno and then laughs): blanchard won the gold medal in marathon three times, Hermes gave him the speed to fly, and Ares gave him the fearless courage. Who are you? No one has heard of your name. Do you dare to show your face in the sports field?

Treviseno (closing the window angrily): Ignorant people! I will prove it to you! Sit on the bed and cover your face with a quilt to prevent the noise outside the house from reaching your ears. )

Under the crowd.

About half a minute later, Treviseno sat up in bed again, feeling blue.

Treviseno (sighing): I'm afraid I really don't have the strength to win the gold medal ... (gnashing my teeth) But I can't just lose to blanchard and let the city people see my jokes! Oh, unless there is magical power ... (kneeling in front of the bed, raising his hands) Olympians, please give me magical power and let me win tomorrow's game!

The noise of the crowd faded away, and there was a thin peddler selling outside the window. The peddler carries a cloth bag and holds a colorful medicine bottle in his hand.

Stall owner (holding up the medicine bottle and whispering): Magic power is not hard to find, as long as you pay attention. Let's cheat the gods and make money with this bottle of magical power while the night is dark and windy. (slightly raising his voice) Magic, does anyone want it?

Treviseno: [Pushing the window open a little, exposing his head, and yelling at the vendor in a low voice] Hey! Do you really have an avatar? I mean, can your medicine win the marathon?

Vendor (walks to the window and stands up): Of course! This is the most effective booster. As long as this bottle is not just a marathon, you can go directly to Mount Olympus to face Herakles!

Treviseno: (carefully looking out of the window and taking out a bag of coins from his arms) OK, we have a deal!

Pushed by the vendor, Treviseno put the medicine bottle in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Athena walked through the window and looked into the room. Athena wore a silver crown, a scepter and a long white dress.

Athena (grim-faced): This stupid man couldn't understand the meaning of the Olympics, but he did something absurd in the dark. He should be taught a lesson and not be allowed to defile the fire of Olympus at will.

Athena (holding up the scepter, pointing to Treviseno, reciting the Oracle): The wheel of time, please turn quickly, disturb people's memory and show a chaotic future. (The sound of time moving fast)

Athena came into the room and put the laurel crown on Treviseno's head. Athena, come down.

In the crowd.

Crowd (cheering): Treviseno is our king! He was brave and defeated blanchard! He set a new record for running the marathon! Treviseno is our king!

Treviseno woke up with a start, went to the window and pushed it open.

Treviseno (surprised): What's wrong?

One person (girl) in the crowd (screaming loudly): It's him! Our hero, Treviseno! Today, you won the marathon at the speed of homing pigeons! How can you forget these things? You're still wearing a laurel wreath!

Treviseno: [taking off the wreath on his head, thinking for a while, then remembering] Oh! Of course I remember! I spent half an hour less than blanchard! Oh, of course, I have become a new Olympic hero!

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

Disdressed blanchard angrily pushed the crowd away and went straight to Treviseno's window. The crowd shouted, get down.

Blanchard (pointing angrily at Treviseno's nose): How lucky you are to win the game this time! Wait, I will work hard for four years, and we will meet again in the sports field in four years! You don't have the courage to accept the challenge, do you?

Treviseno: [starts to tremble, or pretends to stand up calmly] Of course I will … accept the challenge …

Blanchard (mockingly): Your voice is trembling! What, you won't just win the game by some mean means, will you?

Treviseno (trembling guiltily again): No. ...

Blanchard (viciously): Four years is not a long time. I think you'll remember. See you then!

Blanchard left angrily and got off the bus.

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

(horrified): There is no medicine. I am eager to win. I had already drunk a bottle of medicine before the game. After four years, what can I compete with him?

Treviseno returned to bed uneasily.

A reporter (girl) hurried to the window of Treviseno with some photographers. The photographer stood next to the reporter, with a camera and a video camera in his hand.

Reporter: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the live broadcast of Athens Sports. We have arrived at Mr. Treviseno's home. In this morning's marathon, Mr. Treviseno set a new record and became a dark horse in the Olympic Games. Now we are going to interview him from a distance. (goes straight into the house) Good evening, Mr. Treviseno!

Treviseno: [stands up from the bed in horror and hastily puts the medicine bottle in his arms] Hello.

Reporter (speaking quickly): I'm a reporter from Athens Sports Live. Today, you magically broke the marathon record. We want to know that only training can achieve such a superb level. (Take out the microphone)

Treviseno (stuttering): I ... I ...

Reporter (smiling understandingly): Ah, I think Mr. Treviseno may be too excited to express himself in words at the moment because he won the championship. Forget it, Mr. Treviseno. Just tell the audience the real situation of your daily training. They want to know everything about you. (Take the microphone out again)

Treviseno: [starts to wipe the sweat off my forehead] I just ... run every day. ...

Reporter (taking the topic immediately): Running? How long do you run every day? Where do you practice running? You know, audience friends want to train and run with you every day! We believe that only with the participation of the whole people and personal experience can we understand the Olympic spirit conveyed by athletes' disdainful efforts!

Treviseno: [wiping sweat from his forehead more and more frequently] I ... just ...

Several officials in suits walked into Treviseno's home, and one of them took the microphone from the reporter and faced the camera directly.

Official (serious expression): Ladies and gentlemen, due to Mr. Treviseno's outstanding performance in this marathon, the Athens Olympic Organizing Committee has decided to let Mr. Treviseno be the Athens Olympic Ambassador, and the state will pay for his continued participation in this year's Asian Cup marathon invitational tournament. You must have the confidence to win, right?

Treviseno (mumbling): Ah, there's a game. ...

Official: Of course, you fully demonstrated your outstanding strength in this competition. We think you should be better displayed on the world stage!

Treviseno suddenly sat on the bed with his hands on his head.

Reporter, official and photographer: What's the matter with you, Mr. Treviseno?

Treviseno: [raising his head, waving his arms and crying] Get out, all of you! Get out! I don't want to take part in any more competitions! Not at all!

Journalists, officials and photographers.

Treviseno (taking out the medicine bottle in his arms again, depressed): I really regret it! If I didn't drink this bottle of magical power and win the game, everything would be fine! I really deserve it!

Athena went to the window and recited the Oracle.

Athena: Magic is not magic. What's the matter? The medicine bottle is in trouble, and it's time for fools to wake up.

Athena walked into the house and came across from Treviseno.

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

Livzono: Yes, I found myself making a big mistake. Winning or losing the game depends entirely on your own strength, and you can't be opportunistic. But who are you? Really? Athena?

Athena: Oh, good, you finally understand. The Olympic Games is a sacred sports competition. For those who participate in the competition honestly and honestly, Mount Olympus will give the highest respect. But for those lucky people, the gods on Olympus will not show mercy to them. Because we don't allow the sacred flame to be stained with dirty colors.

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

Athena (holding up the scepter, Treviseno slowly walks to the bed and lies down): Please turn back the time, but fortunately, it hasn't started yet. Stupid people have become smart, and our story is about to begin again. (The sound of time moving fast)

Athena, come down.

It was already dawn, and the crowd outside the window shouted again.

Crowd: The marathon will start today! Go to the game! Go to the game! Cheers for Mr. blanchard!

The crowd passed by the window.

Treviseno (gets up, hurriedly takes out the medicine bottle from his arms, and finds that the bottle cap has not been opened, which is overjoyed): Thank the goddess Athena! I won't drink this bottle of medicine. The magical power is not magical, and the gold medal depends on your own strength. Please give me four years to practice. The title is not important. Only honest and upright people can set foot on the holy land of Olympus with a clear conscience.

Treviseno bowed.