Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Two, help Yang Zhuo fully grasp the current running rhythm.

Third, adjust the technical details. Now it is mainly about Yang Zhuo's arm swing and calf folding.

The training plan has also been adjusted appropriately.

Indoor training ground.

"Puff puff puff."

The spikes and the runway are constantly rubbing against each other.

Li Qing observed his posture while running.

Detail adjustments are not alone.

But to improve in daily training.

Like now.

Yang Zhuo is doing endurance training, running 5 sets of 120 meters.

Li Qing asked him to control the swing angle of the arm while training, not too large, which would generate an upward force instead of a forward force.

"Puff puff puff."

After one group finished running, Yang Zhuo was panting heavily.

very tired.

During the break, Li Qing stepped forward and handed him a towel: "Always pay attention to the angle. Although it seems to be a small problem, it still has a great impact on the speed."

"Ok, I know."

Yang Zhuo took two sips of water.

At this time, Li Qing interjected a digression: "How about the Spring Festival Gala?"

"We have already communicated, and we will rehearse three times, and it will pass in the evening, and the training will not be delayed."

"Well, perform well when the time comes, strive to be the first in the arena, and work hard on the stage."

Yang Zhuo smiled: "This is not my strong point, I can only do my best."

After a short rest, Yang Zhuo started training again.

"Puff puff puff."

Hasty footsteps sounded continuously.

Before the Spring Festival Gala, Yang Zhuo still has a "task".

That is the Beijing University New Year's Eve party.

It was the vice-principal who personally invited him.

Not good to refuse.

After all, it was just a matter of singing a song for a few minutes, and he was not even allowed to rehearse.

As a university student in Beijing, it would be too unreasonable if he didn't agree to this.

So I agreed to play and sing "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" on stage.

It can also be regarded as a preview before the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala.

speak up.

The reason why the school leaders invited Yang Zhuo is mainly because he is so famous now.

The students all want to see him on stage.

night.

Backstage.

lounge.

Yang Zhuo was wearing a slim black suit.

Sitting there with his back straight.

Those who didn't know thought it was from the army.

At this time, a girl with a student union sign on her chest came over, bent down and said, "Senior, the next show will be you."

"Ah."

Yang Zhuo smiled and nodded: "Thank you!"

"No, you're welcome."

The girl walked away quickly.

After leaving the lounge, she patted her chest.

a little nervous.

Seeing her coming out, the companion leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, are you fascinated by the senior?"

"Bah, you're just fascinated."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Wu blinked her eyes: "However, Senior Yang Zhuo is really handsome. It's the first time I've seen such a handsome man in a suit. He looks so handsome."

"Yes, she has a good figure, long legs, and can hold up her clothes."

"I'm going to sing "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" later. I haven't heard the live version yet, so I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

10 minute later.

Yeon-joo takes to the stage with a guitar.

As soon as he appeared, there was a huge cheer at the scene, and the sound wave was far higher than all the previous programs.

Even the school leaders in the front row smiled and applauded.

Yang Zhuo didn't feel any nervousness.

He can easily face a scene as big as the Olympics, let alone a university's New Year's Eve party.

"what!"

"So handsome!"

"Senior, run 100 meters!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

When the shouts subsided, Yang Zhuo said with a smile: "Thank you for the applause, but I heard someone shouting 'run one' just now, boy, is it because I don't run, you still plan to refund the ticket?"

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The atmosphere is very happy.

"Just kidding, I'm going to bring you a song "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves". I hope the leaders, classmates and juniors will like it."

"Clap clap clap."

There was a burst of warm applause.

Yang Zhuo finished on the sofa and adjusted the microphone.

At this time, the scene quickly quieted down.

With a smile on his face, Yang Zhuo gently plucked the strings:

"Under the far blue sky

surging golden waves

right there used to be you and me

loved place

"

Now, he is physically an adult, and with the two years of training, he looks much more mature than when he first entered school as a freshman.

The temperament is also better and more handsome.

As the singing sounded, the audience in the audience waved the light sticks in their hands.

There are even fan cards.

It doesn't look like a New Year's Eve party, but like his personal concert.

Yang Zhuo is a serious person.

Whether it's running or singing.

Now that you're here, try to sing better.

So very serious, very devoted 0

"When the breeze carries the harvest

blow in my face

think of your soft words

once wet my eyes

Mmm~~mm~~~na-la-na"

Sing a song.

Yang Zhuo got up to call the curtain.

Suddenly there was warm applause and cheers from the audience.

Although it is not deafening, the atmosphere is definitely hot.