Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject and asked, "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Just now Teacher Zhang said 7 o'clock."

"Oh."

Zhang Lingling felt a little uncomfortable, and looked up at the sky.

"When you win the National Middle School Games, when school starts, there will be congratulatory banners everywhere in the school."

"Good guy, I haven't entered the Nanhe Provincial Delegation yet, you have already given me the championship!"

"Pfft haha."

Zhang Lingling burst out laughing.

Under the dim streetlight, Yang Zhuo tilted his head and looked at her: "Squad leader, which university do you plan to take in the future?"

"I don't know."

Zhang Lingling fiddled with the corner of her clothes with one hand: "But I want to take the exam to the capital and see the world there."

"It's definitely possible, your academic performance is so good, maybe you have the opportunity to study at Mizuki and Beijing University."

"It's not that simple."

As she said that, Zhang Lingling saw that she had come to the intersection of the boys' dormitory: "Okay, you can go back to rest early, and I will go back too."

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

Yang Zhuo waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the door of the dormitory building.

Seeing him walking away, Zhang Lingling was inexplicably relieved.

Then a smile appeared on his face and he continued to move forward.

Back to the dormitory.

Unlike the slow steps just now, the steps are now jumping up.

Like a cheerful fawn.

Chapter 22 Selection

the next day.

morning.

The head teacher walked into the class as usual to see the students' morning reading.

Then at a glance, Yang Zhuo's seat was found to be empty.

It's a little weird.

Yang Zhuo has never been short of early self-study.

What's going on today?

So he walked over and sat down in his place, looking at Xiaopang: "Where's Yang Zhuo?"

"He will go to the province to participate in the selection in a while, and he will be exercising in the playground."

"right!"

The teacher in charge suddenly remembered that Wang Jie had told him about this yesterday.

Just forgot.

"Okay, you can read."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the classroom with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, I was still sighing in my heart.

How long has passed, and Yang Zhuo will go to the province to participate in the selection.

I'm afraid it won't be long before Er Gao won't be able to keep him.

Not a thing in the pool!

In the morning, seven o'clock.

School gate.

Yang Zhuo was carrying a bag, which contained a pair of spiked running shoes, and a spare set of T-shirts and shorts.

Wang Jie was wearing sportswear, a baseball cap, and a ponytail.

Although the appearance is not very high, but that sunshine, generous temperament.

It looks sassy.

The two look like a pair of siblings.

far away.

A Santana 2000 came slowly and stopped in front of them.

As the co-pilot, Director Huang lowered the window and said cheerfully, "Mr. Wang, Yang Zhuo, get in the car."

So the two entered the back seat.

This is the first time Yang Zhuo has sat in Santana since his rebirth.

Compared with those luxury cars seen in the previous life, Santana is really simple.

But in this day and age, it is already a very good car.

This is the only car in the entire Sports Bureau.

After the car starts.

Director Huang looked back at Yang Zhuo, and said cordially, "Yang Zhuo, how was your rest yesterday?"

"Slept well, now I feel full of energy."

Yang Zhuo looked calm and gentle, without any tension.

"Haha, that's fine!"

Director Huang was very satisfied, and then said: "Let's go, let them see your strength today."

Director Huang is full of confidence.

The main reason is that Yang Zhuo gave him confidence, and his performance in the county middle school sports meeting was amazing.

Participating in the Nan Ha Province delegation is definitely eligible.

and so.

This trip to the past is just a formality and a show of strength.

20 minute later.

Santana pulls onto the highway.

Yang Zhuo looked out through the car window, the sky was clear and the clouds were light, and under the clouds was a large wheat field.

Shuicheng County neither relies on mountains nor water, and farmers rely on the grain produced by this little land.

Still have to pay public food.

When I went home last time, my mother said that the family would have to pay 720 catties of wheat this year.

Calculated by head, 240 catties per person.

Yang Zhuo's family has 5 mu of land, and the output of wheat in previous years is only about 4000 catties.

The proportion is very high.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the yellowed wheat field again.

A gust of wind is a gust of wheat.

"It will be the busy wheat season soon, and I hope the output will be higher this year."

Yang Zhuo said in his heart.

Next to him, Wang Jie patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Zhuo, take a rest and stay in good shape. We will arrive in Shangdu in two more hours."

"Ah."

Yang Zhuo nodded.

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Whether it is the school sports meeting or the county sports meeting, it is just a toss in the small place of Shuicheng County.

This National Middle School Games is his first big stage.

In his previous life, he was ordinary, but in this life he will be brilliant.

Shangdu.

Field Management Center.

The provincial selection of track and field events for the National Middle School Games is here.

It is called selection, but in fact it is to put together the people recommended by various municipal units and sports schools, and run them all.

Choose by score.

That's fair enough, there's no such thing as nonsense.

of course.

This is mainly because track and field in Nanhe Province, especially sprinting, is not a strong point.

If the strength is strong, anyone can win the championship.

Then there are many doorways when selecting.

Athletics training ground.

now.

Whether it is on the runway, or the long jump, the shot put field.