Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

After breakfast, Yang Zhuo, Zhao Hu, and dozens of other students gathered in the playground.

I'm leaving for a high school.

Today the county middle school sports meeting will start.

Unlike yesterday, where there were only coaches and students, today there are a few more leaders.

The principal, the dean of teaching, the director of the physical education department, etc.

Those who are really in charge of Yang Zhuo and the others are Wang Jie and the physical education teachers.

Afterwards, everyone boarded the bus in an orderly manner.

Yang Zhuo just walked to the front of the car, before he had time to get up, he was stopped by the three leaders who were chatting at the side.

The headmaster patted him on the shoulder lightly, and asked kindly, "How is your study and training during this time?"

"Very good, thank you for the subsidy given by the school, the conditions are much better now than before."

Yang Zhuo replied neither humble nor overbearing.

A smile suddenly appeared on the principal's face: "That's fine! Don't be burdened this time, just run out of style, it doesn't matter if you win the prize or not."

What is running out of style?

It doesn't have to be a championship to be elegant.

Yang Zhuo was not modest: "Principal, I will definitely bring back a champion!"

"Okay! If you have this strength, there is hope. Go up!"

When Yang Zhuo got into the car, the principal smiled and said to the other two people: "This kid has a bright future, and his future is limitless."

"I also think that maybe it will become a business card of our school in the future."

"So, all aspects must be taken care of, and don't let him have any dissatisfaction with the school."

"Principal, don't worry."

The county middle school sports meeting is more formal than the school sports meeting.

Divided into high school group and junior high school group.

High school is the first high, the second high and the third high. As for the junior high school, there are more. Not only the county has three primary schools, but every town has a junior high school.

After the opening ceremony, each school organized a "delegation" to enter the arena just like the official competition.

The stands were full of high school students.

It's all audience.

After the admission is over, it is the opening speech.

Unexpectedly, several leaders came, including leaders from the Education Bureau and the Sports Bureau.

In addition, there are coaches from the city's sports school.

They came here for the junior high school group to see if there were any good seedlings.

As for the high school group, I didn't plan to watch it at all.

after all.

Athletes have to be trained from junior high school or even elementary school.

In high school, they are older, even if they have some talent, they don't want it.

Because of the basic stereotypes, there is no value for cultivation.

10 o'clock in the morning.

The game officially begins.

The first was the 100-meter preliminaries for the junior high school group. Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu did not watch, but simply moved their bodies in the rest area.

Because the competition was going on very quickly, it didn't take long before it was the turn of the high school group.

Wang Jie was on the side, making tactical arrangements for the two of them.

"The rules of the competition are similar to those of the school sports meeting. The first team in the group will advance directly to the final, and the rest will be selected based on their results."

Only the two of them participated in the men's 100-meter individual event.

There are more people in the first and third grades, and they just make up 3 groups.

The first place in each group advances directly, and the 5 best performers from the rest are selected to enter the final.

"The two of you are not in the same group, so Zhao Hu will try his best to get the first place and guarantee to advance. Yang Zhuo, you just watch and run, just keep the first place, don't use all your strength."

As a coach, Wang Jie is very aware of Yang Zhuo's strength.

On the cinder track, you can run under 11 seconds with all your strength, but it is easier on this plastic track.

So tell him to hold back and stop trying so hard.

Wait until the finals.

"Teacher, don't worry, there must be no problem."

Less than 20 minutes.

Wang Jie came to the two of them again.

"Check the spikes and warm up again. The men's 100 meters in the high school group will start soon."

So Yang Zhuo started bouncing up and down, stretching his legs, moving his ankles and wrists.

After a few minutes.

The announcement of the high school boys' 100-meter preliminaries was heard on the radio.

Zhao Hu is in the first group, while Yang Zhuo is in the second group.

Check in, post your number plate.

Zhao Hu followed the others in Group 1 to the runway.

Yang Zhuo watched with Wang Jie in the preparation area, surrounded by players from groups 2 and 3.

Neither of them were nervous.

With Zhao Hu's strength, even if he can't advance to the first place, he will definitely be able to advance according to the ranking.

as predicted.

In the preliminaries of the first group, although Zhao Hu was slightly behind in the first half, he successfully overtook in the second half, won No.1, and successfully advanced.

After Zhao Hu came back, he clapped high-fives with Yang Zhuo excitedly: "Brother, it's up to you next."

"OK."

Seeing that it was time to get ready for the stage, Wang Jie grabbed him and said in his ear, "Remember what I said before, just stay first and don't fight."

Yang Zhuo was blown by her and his ears were itchy: "Don't worry, teacher!"

After finishing speaking, he used his little finger to pick his ears while walking towards the starting line.

Wang Jie couldn't laugh or cry.

before the starting line.

Yang Zhuo is in the 6th lane.

drawn by lot.

After coming over, first adjust the running aid to the most suitable distance.

Meanwhile, in the stands.

Track and field coaches from two city sports schools were chatting.

"The boys in their high school group are 100 meters, and their technical level is too poor."

"Yes, I went down to watch. The number one in that group just now was obviously a sports student, and it was only 11 seconds."

"Those monkey cubs in our school can win the championship here if they pull out any one."

"Let's see if there are any good seedlings in the junior high school long jump."

While speaking, the referee's voice sounded.

"Everyone is in your place."

Yang Zhuo, who was warming up, and 6 other contestants came to the starting line and squatted down, stepping on the running aids one after the other.

"preparation!"

Yang Zhuo held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen to the sound of the starting gun.

"Snapped!"

A shot went off.

Yang Zhuo kicked his feet hard and rushed out.

At this moment, another hasty whistle sounded beside his ears.

Someone snatched it away.

Yang Zhuo trotted for more than ten meters, turned around and returned to the starting position.

prep area.

Wang Jie frowned, she didn't expect to run away.

I don't know if it was intentional or not.

After all, it's not unheard of to create tension and put pressure on other players with early runs.

Some coaches even make such arrangements on purpose.

Wang Jie was a little worried that Yang Zhuo would be affected.

however.

He didn't particularly care.

In the face of hard power, all bells and whistles are useless.