Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Fear of something happening.

Yang Guoqiang frowned, and took a deep puff of cigarette: "Why don't you call and ask?"

During this time, Yang Zhuo didn't call home, and they didn't call Yang Zhuo either.

I don't want to disturb my son's training at this time.

But I didn't see it at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, so I was still a little worried.

"Why don't you call and ask?"

Zhang Yumin asked tentatively.

At this time, Yang Guoqiang became more calm: "Don't call Xiao Zhuo, in case you are already asleep in Athens, call Xiao Zhuo's manager, she may know."

Yang Zhuo left two phone numbers for his family, one was from coach Li Qing, and the other was from manager Wang Jinghua.

Let them call these two when they can't reach him for anything at home.

"Okay then, let me fight."

Zhang Yumin picked up the phone, found Wang Jinghua's name in the phone book, and clicked to call.

"beep"

After two rings, it was connected.

Wang Jinghua's voice came from the phone: "Hello?"

Zhang Yumin hurriedly said: "Sister Jinghua, I am Yang Zhuo's mother."

She is a few years older than Wang Jinghua, so that's an appropriate name.

"Sister Yumin, what's the matter?"

"Well, I was watching the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games just now. When the Huaxia delegation entered the stadium, why didn't I see Xiaozhuo?"

"So you're worried about this."

After finishing speaking, Wang Jinghua explained: "The track and field competitions are relatively late, so our national track and field team started relatively late. Xiao Zhuo has already boarded the plane and will arrive tomorrow morning."

"So that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Zhang Yumin breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"What do you mean by that, just come to me if you need anything."

"Okay, then I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yumin put the phone aside and muttered, "You brat, he didn't call in advance."

Yang Guoqiang's frown that had been frowned just now has been relaxed, and he took a puff of cigarette cheerfully: "Xiao Zhuo is very busy with training, and falls asleep every day. Now that the Olympic Games are opening, the pressure is so high, why can't he always think about calling home."

"I know, why don't you just say that."

Naturally, Zhang Yumin couldn't really blame his son.

at the same time.

on the plane.

A total of 52 people participated in the track and field team, plus coaches and team leaders, there are still a lot of people.

So fly to Athens by special plane.

Yang Zhuo and Liu Xiang sat side by side: "The opening ceremony is almost over now, right?"

As the last batch of athletes to go to Athens, they missed the opening ceremony.

"Probably about the same."

Liu Xiang's tone is very calm, but this is only superficial.

Everyone on the plane, whether they were athletes or coaches, was not at peace.

Because the Olympics have begun!

"Brother Xiang, let me make a fortune for you."

"Foretelling?"

Liu Xiang turned to look at him: "Tell me, let me see how you are fooling around."

"Haha."

Yang Zhuo laughed: "I've had celestial eyes since I was a child. I used my celestial eyes just now to see that there is a faint crown on your head. This time you will definitely win the championship. John Xun can't stop you."

"Hopefully."

Liu Xiang himself has no idea.

Because John Xun's hard power is indeed stronger, the world's number one hurdler king.

In his previous life, John Xun made a mistake in the second round of the preliminaries and tripped over the fence, and was eliminated.

From that moment on, Liu Xiang's championship was basically stable.

At this moment, Li Qing from behind said, "Stop chatting, both of you, and go to sleep."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo pulled up the blanket on his lap.

12 hours of sailing.

Sleep in the middle, wake up, eat.

Finally got off the plane in the morning of Athens time.

No one is excited.

tired.

After more than ten hours of flying, I feel more tired than usual training.

After getting off the plane, I took the suitcase and was directly led by the staff to take the bus to the Olympic Village.

On the road.

Through the windows, you can see the five-ring flags planted on both sides of the street, as well as various flags.

Very Olympic vibe.

but.

Yang Zhuo didn't pay much attention to appreciating it, he leaned back on the chair, a little listless.

It was replaced by Chen Haijian, who patted him on the shoulder: "You can't withstand the 12-hour flight?"

"The plane is fine."

Yang Zhuo moved weakly: "I hate riding the bus the most, especially this kind of closed bus, every time I sit is a kind of torture."

He is really uncomfortable.

Nothing to do with emotions, purely physical discomfort.

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He himself doesn't like to take a closed bus, he will feel bored and uncomfortable.

What's more, after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours, I took the bus again.

It's even more uncomfortable.

Even a little nausea, nausea.

Yang Zhuo is in a very bad state right now.

If you go to the arena, I'm afraid you won't be able to run in 11 seconds.

Seeing that he seemed a little serious, Chen Haijian looked serious: "When you arrive, you have to let the team doctor take a look."

"It's not that serious, just rest for a while after getting off the car."

At this time, Luo Chaoyi, the team leader, walked over holding his seat: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

As a great hope of the track and field team, Yang Zhuo has attracted much attention.

Seeing that something was wrong here, Luo Chaoyi hurried over to ask.

Yang Zhuo quickly squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, don't listen to his nonsense, I'm just a little tired."

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Luo Chaoyi could also see that his complexion was wrong, and he couldn't refuse, "Let the team doctor check after getting off the car."

The leader also had good intentions, Yang Zhuo could only nod his head.

I don't know how long it took, but the bus finally drove into the Olympic Village.

The others were a little excited and looked around.

Only Yang Zhuo still leaned on the back of the chair listlessly.

"Squeak~~~tch!"

The bus stopped.

The leaders of the delegation who arrived earlier have come to greet them.

After the door was opened, everyone got out of the car in an orderly manner, with Yang Zhuo staying behind.

"Hard work! Hard work!"

The leaders of the delegation shook hands with the athletes one by one.

When I got to Yang Zhuo, I even patted him on the shoulder: "Come on!"

"Thank you leader! I will!"

At this time, the leader saw that his complexion was not right, he was a little pale, and hurriedly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Before the words finished, Luo Chaoyi got out of the car: "Director Li! He didn't look very well when he got off the plane. Let the team doctor check him up."

Yang Zhuo, as a player who is expected to enter the 100-meter final, is of great significance to the Huaxia delegation.

Director Li would not slack off, and hurriedly asked the staff to take Yang Zhuo to see a doctor.

As for his luggage, Li Qing and Chen Haijian helped carry it.