Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

It was Zhao Hu and three other sports students who went to run.

There is no way, Yang Zhuo still has to participate in the 200 meters, and his physical strength is not enough to allocate.

playground.

Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu were chatting.

"100 meters, I will just run along with you this time."

Zhao Hu felt helpless.

"Who are you going to run with, let's try to win the top two!"

"That's right, I can't compare to you, but I can still compete for No.2."

While the two were talking, Wang Jie came over.

"Stop talking, both of you, and get in the car."

So, both of them took their spiked shoes and got on a bus.

Tomorrow is the county middle school sports meeting, which will be held in No. [-] High School.

No. [-] High School is a provincial key middle school.

The infrastructure is good, with a plastic runway.

This afternoon they are going to Yigao's playground to experience it.

There are many people on the bus.

Most of them are sports students in the second and third year of high school, only Yang Zhuo is in the first year of high school.

But no one dared to underestimate him.

Because Yang Zhuo is the "killer mace" of the second high school this time.

It's for the men's 100-meter championship.

You know, since the establishment of the No. 100 High School, it has never won the No. [-] High School in the men's [-] meters.

This time I want to avenge my shame.

The second high is not very far from the first high, after all, the area of ​​the county is not particularly large.

In less than 20 minutes, the bus drove into Yigao.

Yang Zhuo by the window glanced at it.

The roads are spacious and clean, the teaching building looks brand new, and the glass used is better than Ergao.

The campus area is larger and the greenery is better.

As expected of a high school, the funds are too sufficient.

The bus didn't stop, and drove directly to the playground.

The playground is surrounded by a green fence net, and the red plastic track looks very advanced.

In the middle is green fake grass.

There are people in there now.

Three high.

Speaking of it, the three highs are worse than the two highs, and the undergraduate rate is extremely low.

Those who go to school there are basically students who are not in the first and second grades.

"Everyone get out of the car!"

The teacher leading the team in the front row greeted them.

So everyone got out of the car.

As soon as Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu got out of the car, they were called aside by Wang Jie.

"Let's talk as we go."

Wang Jie walked in front, and the two followed.

"We came here because we are familiar with the field. We will put on spikes and move around later, warm up, trot twice, and try the [-] meters. But remember, you can't go all out, one is to prevent injuries, and the other is to prevent them from knowing our true strength."

Hearing this, Zhao Hu said: "Teacher, I think I can run with all my strength. Let's test it out. Yang Zhuo will follow me to make them think that Yang Zhuo is as strong as me."

Yang Zhuo:

I didn't expect this product to be a bit black-bellied.

Wang Jie's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea. After getting familiar with the venue, you two will run a [-]-meter run and set off a smoke bomb."

"okay!"

After entering the playground.

Yang Zhuo put on the pair of spikes that Wang Jie bought for him, the short spikes are most suitable for the plastic track.

"Zhao Hu, come on, let's run around twice to warm up."

"Ah."

So the two of them trotted down the track.

"This runway is really comfortable."

"Indeed, it's much better than our cinder track. I think, on this track, your performance can be further improved."

There was a hint of envy in Zhao Hu's tone.

His talent is just like this, and no matter how much he practices, he will not improve in quality.

But Yeon Joo is different.

Not only talented, but also hardworking, the future is limitless.

Maybe it will take less than two years to enter the national team and fight for the country.

Maybe even see him at the Olympics.

What kind of glory would that be?

After running two laps and bouncing around for a while, Yang Zhuo gradually became familiar with the feeling of running on the plastic track.

Much better than being on a cinder track.

When the spikes are nailed on, they have high friction, good elasticity, and can be used more vigorously.

In the same state, the performance on the plastic track will definitely be better.

"Yang Zhuo, Zhao Hu, there is a running aid here, try running."

So Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu came to the starting line and squatted down.

A teacher gave the order, and Wang Jie went to the finish line to time with a stopwatch.

in the stands.

A few high school coaches are watching the situation here.

"Second and third seniors have to familiarize themselves with the venue every year, is it useful?"

"Haha, Lao Li, what you said is a bit hurtful."

"What I'm talking about is the truth. Whether it's 100 meters, 200 meters, or long jump and high jump, which year is it not our champion?"

"I heard that the second high school seems to have a good seed for sprinting. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Ham, it's a seedling in the second high school, but it's not good in ours. We have two who can run under 11 seconds. How do they compare?"

"Is the second high one running over there?"

Hearing this, several people looked at Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu who were running 100.

He had already reached the 60-meter mark, Zhao Hu was in front, and Yang Zhuo was a step behind him, following closely behind.

Soon, the two crossed the finish line.

Wang Jie pressed the stopwatch in time.

After slowing down for a while, Zhao Hu said out of breath, "I can run ahead of you in this situation."

Yang Zhuo patted him on the shoulder: "Who made me too strong."

"Stop stinking farts, let's go and see the results."

The two returned to Wang Jie's side.

in the stands.

The coach in charge of the boys' sprint shook his head: "The one in the front is already doing his best, probably close to the second level, and the one in the back is tall and well-built, but unfortunately his strength is not good enough. It seems that the second and third highs can only earn third this year. "

the other side.

Zhao Hu asked: "Teacher, I tried my best, how much did I run?"

"11 seconds 53, the state is good."

This is Zhao Hu's level, and it is very difficult to improve it by 0.1.

After finishing speaking, Wang Jie looked at Yang Zhuo: "The acting skills are not bad, and you look pretty hardworking. I think you can go to the Beijing Film Academy."

"Hey."

Yang Zhuohan laughed: "Forget it, I don't have that in mind."

"Okay, don't talk about it, come here, just practice for a while."

"Ah."

Subsequently, Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu started training.

Chapter 12

the next day.

morning.