champion my dream

Chapter 81 The Persevering Zhang Wenmo
"Zhamma for 30 minutes, the first step: four flat horse steps, pay attention to keep the head upright, neck straight, chest in, abdomen in, anus raised, waist upright, hips open, shoulders down, buttocks in. Put your hands together and put them on your chest. Look ahead." Coach Zeng trained the whole class of 46 young players to gait on the court.

I saw Zheng Wei and Liu Wenjian in the front row, behind them were four rows of 11 people each, and the first row was the members of the Golden Inlaid Jade Generation and Wu Xiaolong.

Wu Xiaohu and Zhang Wenmo were arranged in the second row.

Zheng Wei is the core captain of the team, and Liu Wenjian is the best substitute captain, so they enjoy special honors.

Coach Zeng hovered in front, staring at every player with piercing eyes.

I saw everyone standing with their legs side by side and their feet parallel (the distance is about three times the length of their own feet).Bend your knees and squat halfway, your thighs are slightly flat, your toes are turned inward, your five toes are gripping the ground, your center of gravity is in the middle of your legs, your knees are outstretched perpendicular to your toes, and your crotch is rounded.

"Step [-]: Get on a wide horse. Put your arms around your chest, point your fingertips together, and look forward. Relax and be natural." Coach Zeng interspersed in the team and stared at them unswervingly.

Coach Zeng is continuing to inspect. As a model class, they are strict with the quality and execution of the players.

The players were all firmly nailed to the floor like nails on the board, and their postures were very uniform.

Only Zhang Wenmo, who got on the last train, was unfamiliar with his movements, always tilting his head and turning his head to see how his teammates were posing?
He looked at the Chinese-American mixed race Wu Xiaohu on the left side, and saw that he was strong, probably the strongest in the class like his brother.

"Are we practicing Shaolin Kungfu?" Zhang Wenmo asked Xiaohu in a low voice.

But Xiaohu still stared ahead, standing still and gaiting his horse. He just squinted at Zhang Wenmo with his eyeballs.

Zhang Wenmo, who was making fun of himself, shifted his target to the front again. Li Bao was in front of him. Li Bao's fat and big butt was really ridiculous.

He glanced at the coach, who was patrolling the distance in the third row.

Zhang Wenmo couldn't help but gave Li Bao a kick?
"Wow!" Unexpectedly, it was bounced back, and Zhang Wenmo almost fell back to the ground.

"I don't believe it." I thought that I just didn't set my focus just now.

"Don't move, if you move again, I will report it." Zhang Wenmo was about to kick again, when Li Bao suddenly warned without moving his head.

"Hmph...Report, I want to see how steady you stand." After speaking, he kicked over again.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Wenmo was bounced back again: "God, you Shaolin Kungfu has been practiced to perfection." He secretly said in his heart.

"Step [-]: Push forward with both palms and bend four fingers. Hold your arms flat in front of your chest, palms facing outwards, bend your four fingers and stand upright with your index finger, like pressing or pushing." Coach Zeng said while turning his head.

Immediately, all the players in the field changed their postures in unison.

Zhang Wenmo also honestly returned to his original position.

Coach Zeng soon came to Zhang Wenmo's side. He found that Zhang Wenmo's movements were not very standard, so he helped him fiddle with them himself.

Suddenly, Coach Zeng found two footprints on Li Bao's buttocks. He glanced at the rebellious Zhang Wenmo and understood.

"I will give you a chance. When you can achieve Li Bao's Zha Ma Kung Fu, I will give you the first substitute position." Coach Zeng did not criticize him, but gave him encouragement, just hoping to arouse his fighting spirit, Maxima It cannot be played according to the rules.

"Yes." Zhang Wenmo responded loudly?This is a ladder towards the main force, and he is very eager to prove on the court that he is absolutely no worse than Zhang Yike and Zhang Wei.

"Be strict with yourself, be lenient towards others, and spend your mind on how to improve your abilities in the future." Coach Zeng continued to inspect after finishing speaking?

"It's 30 minutes, return to the team."

Suddenly everyone lined up in two very disciplined lines.

"I'm Team A, I'm Team A." Zhang Wenmo couldn't find Bei for a moment: "Are you Team A?" Everyone returned to their positions, only Zhang Wenmo stood between the two teams, and he asked Xiaohu.

"Yes." Xiaohu speaks Chinese fluently.

"Woo..." Zhang Wenmo heaved a sigh of relief, and finally found Bei, which is really a shame.

After 30 minutes of horse stance, Zhang Wenmo felt that his hands and feet were a little out of control.In fact, his physique is already very strong. Thinking about the gold inlaid jade generation, they added it up by a few minutes.

Next they practiced jumping, and the players consciously tied sandbags on their feet.

"Heimo, like this." Zhang Yike showed a friendly demonstration to Zhang Wenmo beside him. This was the first time Zhang Yike was friendly to him in his life.

"I know." Zhang Wenmo was rejecting his friendliness, pretending to understand even if he didn't understand.

"Hehe..." Zhang Yike tied it up skillfully and then ran towards the venue.

Everyone walked to the field, only Zhang Wenmo was still doing it.Zhang Wei found out and ran over in a hurry, without saying a word, he helped fix it right away.

"Let's go!" Zhang Wei said.

"Oh...it's a little heavy." Zhang Wenmo just started to take a step, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to move.

"What? They seem to be without sandbags? Walking freely." Zhang Wenmo thought to himself again.

"We have been practicing for two years, Heimo, you have to work harder to catch up with us." Zhang Wei slowed down and walked slowly with him.

The players on the field consciously lined up in four teams, with many dolls (previously originally leaves) hanging high in front of them.

The players have been bouncing and picking up the dolls one by one in an orderly manner.

Soon he arrived at Zhang Wei, and saw him run up for a while, then suddenly shot up in the air, and took off a doll smoothly.

It was Zhang Wenmo's turn behind Zhang Wei.

He also learned to start the run-up, but he always felt like someone was dragging his hind legs, but he couldn't get up to speed. As a result, his movement was not called bouncing, but a flopping movement, which was still a long way from the height of a rag doll. He fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone didn't make fun of him, because everyone experienced it firsthand.

Zhang Wenmo got up unconvinced, and went to line up again.

Coach Zeng watched and nodded. He seemed to see Zhang Wenmo's indomitable spirit.

On the field, dragons, spirits and tigers leaped fiercely in turn.

But Zhang Wenmo always gets up from wherever he falls?

(End of this chapter)