Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"That's right, I heard that it's just evening self-study training, and I have classes as usual during the day, and my studies are still very good!"

Zhang Lingling and her deskmate came down relatively late.

They didn't come down until the big troops had already entered the restaurant.

Looking at the conspicuous banner, Zhang Lingling's peachy eyes flickered slightly: "Yang Zhuo is really amazing!"

"Yeah, it's too dazzling!"

Qianqian echoed her words, and continued, "The last time I went home, I asked my cousin that if I had good sprint results, I could go to Shuimu University."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. Last year, a senior high school student in Qindao was admitted to Shuimu University just after passing the undergraduate course because of his fast running. I feel that Yang Zhuo can definitely enter Shuimu University through sprinting."

Qianqian's tone was full of envy.

To know.

Shuimu University has very few enrollment places in Nanhe Province, only more than 60 last year.

50 candidates competed for more than 60 places, which shows the degree of cruelty.

So far, none of the second high school has been admitted to Mizuki or Beijing University.

Maybe Yang Zhuo is the first one.

After listening to what the tablemate said, Zhang Lingling's eyes revealed a touch of determination: "I will go to the capital to study in a university in the future! I will study in a key university!"

"You're very ambitious! Come on!"

PS: Ask for a monthly ticket, and ask for an evaluation ticket!

Chapter 19 Love Letters

evening.

Wang Jie was fiddling with a stopwatch on the playground, and glanced at the intersection from time to time.

next second.

A smile appeared on her face.

Yang Zhuo is here.

I thought that such a good result in the county sports meeting was due to bonuses, group photos, and banners.

For Yang Zhuo, a boy who is less than 16 years old, he can be regarded as the pride of his youth.

How much will be a little fluttering.

Maybe I won't come to practice today.

result.

Still came to the playground on time.

This made Wang Jie's evaluation of him even higher.

If you are not arrogant or impetuous, you can achieve great things.

"teacher!"

"Come on, you've already done a lot of exercise today, so let's do a little exercise."

After finishing speaking, Wang Jie asked back: "When you ran 100 and 200 today, did you feel that something was not in place?"

"feeling"

Yang Zhuo recalled carefully: "During the 200-meter curve, I ran very awkwardly. In the final stage of the 100-meter race, when there were still about 30 meters left, the speed dropped sharply."

"Later I will teach you the technical details of corner running. As for the second half of the 100 meters, even the Olympic champion will lose speed at around 75 meters. This is normal. The only thing we can do is not to let the speed drop so much Hurry up, this requires increased endurance, reasonable distribution of physical strength, and crossing the line, your crossing technique needs to be strengthened."

A county sports meeting found many problems in Yang Zhuo.

It wasn't just Wang Jie who brought it up.

There are many things that are not mentioned, but there is no way, time is limited, it is impossible to train all the technical details systematically.

It will take several years.

"Okay, you go and put on spikes and do some exercise to warm up."

"OK!"

Yang Zhuo walked to the sports room and sang as he walked: "

when every night comes

loneliness is always around me

Waiting for every evening heartbeat

is my infinite tenderness

"

Hearing the singing, Wang Jie couldn't help laughing.

Also sang.

I'm in a good mood!

the next morning.

Yang Zhuo came to the class to study by himself in the morning.

As soon as he arrived, Xiaopang winked at him.

"Little fat, what's wrong with you?"

"hey-hey."

Xiaopang narrowed his eyes and said meanly: "Look at your desk, there is another love letter."

Yang Zhuo:

Looking down, there really is.

A pink love letter, the envelope is not a regular one, but an envelope with a warm pattern printed on it.

This is not the first time a love letter has been received.

Originally, his appearance was outstanding, and after the school sports meeting, he became a big hit at school.

It is very popular with little girls.

From time to time, there will be love letters stuffed into his desk.

even.

Sometimes on the road, I would see several girls pushing a girl, as if they wanted her to say hello to Yang Zhuo.

Every time the girl who was pushed and shoved ran away blushing.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuo reached out and tore open the envelope.

Inside was a piece of pink letter paper.

It's basically the same as the previous love letter, the handwriting is beautiful, and I don't know how many times I wrote it.

The content mainly talks about how I like him, how I think he is different, and finally I don’t know where to quote a poem.

Very little fresh smell.

Yang Zhuo shook his head helplessly.

Then stuff the letter back into the envelope, with the previous one.

to be frank.

If it's a 16-year-old soul, he's definitely smug by now.

People are going to float up.

He will even accept the confession of one of the girls and have a "puppy love".

Unfortunately not.

Yang Zhuo's mind is now on sprinting.

He wants to win the championship.

Always be a champion.

Not in the mood to fall in love.

Even if we really want to talk about it, it has to be after college.

The object in his mind is the kind who looks pure and sweet, has a carefree personality, and is occasionally a little "cheeky" in private.

Be sincere, strong, and hardworking.

As for age, education and so on, it doesn't matter.

"Yang Zhuo, this is the fifth love letter, are you still not satisfied?"

"Satisfied with your sister, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, studying hard is the kingly way!"

Two days later.

evening.

When Yang Zhuo came to the playground for training as usual, Wang Jie told him good news.

"Xiao Zhuo, there is something about the National Middle School Games!"

Yang Zhuo was overjoyed immediately, and excitedly said, "It's done?"

Wang Jie shook her head: "It's not that simple. After all, you participated in our county's competition, and they didn't see it, so naturally they wouldn't recognize it."

Speaking of this, she changed the subject: "However, with the strong recommendation of our County Sports Bureau, you are still qualified to participate in the internal selection. As long as you pass, you can join the Nanhe Provincial Delegation."

"Great!"

Yang Zhuo was very excited.