Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

It is impossible to speed up.

Even so, he still led No.2 by 30 meters and crossed the starting line.

After crossing the line, Yang Zhuo slowed down and ran another 20 meters to buffer.

Looking back at this time, No.2 has not crossed the line yet.

too weak.

Yang Zhuo suddenly felt that this kind of competition is really boring, and it is the most enjoyable to compete with the strong.

It's the kind of game where you don't know who will win until the end.

It will really make people's blood boil.

"How's the grade?"

Many people are concerned about this issue.

Including physical education teacher Wang Jie.

She waited beside the referee early on and saw the data immediately.

杨卓200米跑了24秒35，比预赛的23秒55慢了将近1秒。

That's no big deal.

Even professional athletes can't run better every time.

It's normal to have ups and downs.

After a while, the big horn sounded.

"Congratulations to Yang Zhuo, Class One (3) for winning No.200 in the Men's 1-meter sprint!"

Yang Zhuo's name resounded again in Shuicheng No. [-] High School.

Chapter 9 Full of Unhealthy Thoughts

After the school sports meeting, there was a closing ceremony.

The main thing is to announce the results of each grade, who won the championship in which class, and issue certificates, pennants and prizes.

The class prizes are badminton rackets, basketballs, table tennis rackets and so on.

Prize-winning students also have personal prizes, backpacks, and pens.

Although they are not expensive things, they also make the award-winning class very happy.

In this day and age, the collective sense of honor among students is still very strong.

Especially class one (3) of senior high school, this time it is considered to be in the limelight.

When Yang Zhuo spoke on stage as an outstanding student representative, there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

His amazing performance in the school sports meeting has really conquered many students.

Everyone thinks he is great.

evening.

There is no evening self-study today, and many people went to hang out after dinner.

And Yang Zhuo didn't.

Although Wang Jie gave him a day off, he still came to the playground after eating.

It's not that a day without training will lead to a decline.

But Yang Zhuo has nothing to do, he is no longer a teenager, so he thinks differently.

He has a clear goal. In his previous life, he considered his livelihood and did not take a sprint.

If you choose again in this life, you will definitely make a name for yourself.

He wants to be on the Olympic track.

He wants to be the first Chinese to run under 10 seconds.

To be the first person of yellow race to run into the Olympic [-]-meter final.

He wants the flag to fly at the Olympics.

Also want to beat Bolt.

I want to become the greatest flying man in the history of track and field!

Because of these goals, Yang Zhuo has to work harder.

There is no shortage of talented people in the world, but very few are truly successful.

Because many people don't work hard enough, their talents are wasted.

playground.

Yang Zhuo walked casually, moved his body briefly, and digested it first.

There are some people sitting in twos and threes on the playground.

There's even a couple.

em

at the same time.

upstairs.

There are several students in the classroom who are reading books.

Zhang Lingling came to the window while eating apples, and said while eating: "There are so many young lovers, if the dean brings someone to catch them now, many people must be unlucky."

"Lingling, why are you so bad, do you envy others?"

A girl laughed and joked.

"Tch, me"

Before Zhang Lingling finished speaking, her eyes suddenly stopped in one direction: "I'm not that bad."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left the window: "I'm bored, I'll go down for a walk too."

"I heard from Wang Jie that there will be a national middle school sports meeting this summer. I don't know if I have the opportunity to participate."

"If you perform well enough in the county games, you should be recommended, right?"

Yang Zhuo knew that as long as he could participate in the National Middle School Games, he would definitely attract the attention of many people.

Universities, provincial teams, and even national teams.

"So, we must seize this opportunity."

Just when Yang Zhuo was thinking, a sweet and pleasant voice suddenly came from his ear: "Yang Zhuo, why are you in a daze?"

Turning around, it was Zhang Lingling.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt with a cat pattern on it and a ball head.

The goose egg face is full of collagen.

"Walking around, digesting food, training later."

"train?"

Zhang Lingling glanced around: "Why didn't you see Teacher Wang?"

"It's just me today, just practice."

While talking, the two walked side by side.

Zhang Lingling tilted her head and looked at him: "I heard from the class teacher that you will participate in the county sports meeting next month?"

"Well, go and try."

"That will definitely win the championship!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lingling waved her white fist, as if she was cheering her on.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Zhuo's mouth: "You have so much confidence in me."

"My confidence comes from your strength. During the preliminaries in the morning, I told you that you would win, but the squad leader of class 2 was not happy about it. He said that whoever loses or who wins is not sure. As a result, he was dumbfounded when the gun fired."

Zhang Lingling spoke vividly, with smiles in her eyes.

Since Yang Zhuo was reborn, it was the first time he saw her like this. He smiled and said, "So, I didn't embarrass the squad leader. Is there any reward?"

"award?"

Zhang Lingling blinked her peach blossom eyes: "Then reward you for doing class hygiene for a week."

"what?"

"Hahaha."

The silver bell-like laughter attracted the attention of many students on the playground.

It's getting dark.

Yang Zhuo has almost digested it and is ready to start training.

"Squad leader, thank you for walking with me, I have to change my shoes for training."

"Okay, you go."

Wang Lingling looked nonchalant.

however.

When Yang Zhuo went to the sports room to change his shoes, he found that she was still there.

"Squad leader, why didn't you go back?"

"It's boring to go back. I don't have evening self-study today. I want to see how you usually train."

"What's so beautiful about it."

While doing warm-up exercises, Yang Zhuo said: "Training is very boring, it's repetitive and very tiring."