Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

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Some people came in one after another in the cafeteria, and they all belonged to the National Middle School Games delegation.

They didn't know each other yet, so no one said hello.

Come to eat.

"Since I started training, my appetite has grown. The last time I went home, my mother killed a chicken, and almost all of it went into my stomach."

"As for you, a big-bellied man, if you don't become an athlete, you won't be able to support yourself by farming alone."

After finishing speaking, Wang Jie stood up: "I'm going to make soup, so don't go."

After a while, I came back with two bowls of clear soup.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Just as Yang Zhuo was eating the chicken leg, he saw a familiar face come in.

The 100-meter team member who shared the same dormitory with him.

Cui Hao from Shangdu Sports School.

When Yang Zhuo saw him, he happened to be looking this way too, so Yang Zhuo waved his hand.

A smile appeared on Cui Hao's face, and he waved his hand in response.

Seeing this, Wang Jie said in a low voice: "I watched the first group match that day, and this person is also very capable."

indeed.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it must be talented to be able to run 10 seconds 88.

And it's not necessarily the limit.

"However, although he has strength, he is far behind you."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo took a sip of the soup and said, "Master, there is something wrong with you!"

Wang Jie was taken aback: "What's wrong with me?"

"The coaches of other people's family are always suppressing the students. They are afraid that the students will be proud and complacent. It's good for you to praise me all the time. Are you really not afraid that I will swell?"

"Haha."

Wang Jie laughed out loud: "I used to think that way too, but now I have discovered that your temperament is not in line with your age at all, and you will never be complacent just because of a small achievement."

After finishing speaking, she added: "Besides, I found that you are different from others. When it comes to the competition, you are not only not nervous, but also excited. This is the temperament only a superstar has."

"Stop, stop, the more you talk, the more outrageous it is!"

Yang Zhuo was helpless, and immediately changed the subject: "Let's talk about something else, master, you came here with me for training, and the vacation time was delayed, your boyfriend won't hate me, right?"

Wang Jie's cheeks flushed immediately: "What do you know, little brat, eat your food!"

"hey-hey."

After eating, Yang Zhuo and Wang Jie left the cafeteria.

Formal training starts tomorrow morning.

Unlike in school, Wang Jie is not Yang Zhuo's head coach.

Here, the head coach is assigned by the field management center, and Wang Jie is the assistant coach.

In fact, the main reason is that students are not used to it, so they bring their own coaches to assist.

After strolling for a while, the two returned to the dormitory building.

"Xiao Zhuo, you go back to take a lunch break, and we'll see you at the training ground at two o'clock."

"okay!"

The two then separated.

Yang Zhuo went back to his dormitory, washed his face, and planned to rest for a while.

As soon as he lay down, he heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

Cui Hao is back.

Yang Zhuo sat up and greeted with a smile: "Hi, my name is Yang Zhuo."

"I know."

Cui Hao looked at him: "The coach told me your name when I went back to the internal selection that day. You are very good! You are also very talented!"

"You are also very strong!"

Yang Zhuo is not polite.

But Cui Hao still shook his head: "I'm not as good as you now, but I won't admit defeat. See you in the finals then."

"Okay! See you in the finals! You haven't said what your name is yet."

"Cui Hao."

After a while.

Yang Zhuo lay down again.

Close your eyes and rest.

A new life is about to begin.

Chapter 29 Tired into a dog

morning.

Track field.

Yang Zhuo stood where he was, and an old man in his fifties circled around him.

His eyes kept darting over him.

He even squeezed the muscles in his arms.

It made Yang Zhuo feel uncomfortable all over.

This is the temporary head coach of the delegation's sprint team, Zhao Fuguo.

He was upset and could only hold back.

After a while.

Zhao Fuguo spit out two words: "Poor!"

After finishing speaking, he saw that Yang Zhuo didn't respond, but he was a little curious: "Aren't you going to refute?"

"There is nothing to say, I will refute with strength."

Yang Zhuo's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, very firm.

"Good! Have ambition!"

A light flashed in Zhao Fuguo's eyes, and he continued: "Then let me see your physical fitness and endurance first."

After finishing speaking, he slapped his hands: "Everyone, warm up first, 15 laps."

Yang Zhuo: ? ? ?

A circle of 400 meters, 15 circles is 6000 meters.

This is a warm up?

He knew that the old man wanted to show him off, but he didn't say anything.

run chant.

So Yang Zhuo followed Cui Hao and the others and ran around the track and field.

There are 6 people in this sprint team.

杨卓和崔浩参加100单项和4×100米，另外两个人只参加4×100米。

In addition to the four of them, there are two who participated in the 200-meter sprint.

All train together.

At this moment, six people ran rhythmically on the track.

sidelines.

Zhao Fuguo sat on the bench, looking like an old god.

Wang Jie hesitated for a while and said: "Coach Zhao, Yang Zhuo is different from the five of them. He is a serious student. He has two hours of training during the day and two hours of training at night. Isn't it not good? "

"I know. I read Yang Zhuo's profile. In less than 3 months, the diary can run from 11 seconds to 43 seconds. This is the first time I have seen such a talent."

Speaking of this, Zhao Fuguo showed an excited expression on his face: "He may be the leader of our Chinese sprint, and even the Asian sprint in the future. But if you really want to do it, you need not only talent, but also perseverance. If this I can't bear the suffering, and I won't be able to become a great weapon in the future."

Wang Jie's lips twitched, but she still didn't speak.

Standing aside, looking at Yang Zhuo who was running around.

I secretly refueled in my heart.

And Zhao Guofu took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Yang Zhuo's last physical examination information.

Height 178.

But the last time I measured my bone age, I could still grow four to five centimeters taller.

Right in the golden height range for sprinters.

Weight 66kg.

The body fat rate is a bit high, 14%.

A normal sprinter has a body fat percentage between 8% and 12%.

There is still a lot of improvement in this area.