Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Seeing this, her mother Tang Yue was very curious.

"Lingling, when did you love sports so much? These two days, you've been watching sports channels all day, and you haven't even watched your favorite "Legend of the New White Snake"."

"Mom, I watch athletes sweat on the field and learn from their spirit of fighting against difficulties. Isn't this better than watching TV dramas!"

"Yo Yo, if you don't learn it, show off with me!"

Tang Yue looked disgusted.

"Hey."

Zhang Lingling smiled coquettishly: "I just learned it."

At this moment, there was an announcement on the TV: "On the evening of August 8th, that is, tonight, the Eighth National Middle School Games"

Zhang Lingling's mind was immediately attracted by the TV, for fear of missing a word.

The TV said that the opening ceremony of the Eighth National Middle School Games will be held tonight, and the first day of competition will be held tomorrow.

Tang Yue also heard it, and asked curiously: "Isn't it already a holiday? Why are there still competitions for middle school students?"

"Mom, you are so stupid! The competition should have been during the holidays, otherwise how would the students participate."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lingling blinked her peach blossom eyes and said with a smile: "Mom, let me tell you something."

"What's the matter, so mysterious?"

"This time the National Middle School Games, with our school students participating, is the men's 100-meter sprint."

This surprised Tang Yue: "From your school? Does anyone else in your school have this level?"

"Don't look down on people, okay! Those who participated in the competition are students from our class, they are amazing!"

Hearing this, Tang Yue suddenly realized: "No wonder you have been watching the sports channel for the past two days. It turns out that you are afraid of missing this game."

"Yes!"

"Lingling, what does this classmate have to do with you? Don't tell me you like him!"

Zhang Lingling's oval face flushed slightly: "Mom, what are you thinking about, you're just an ordinary classmate."

"That's good. Let me tell you, your task now is to study hard. When you go to college, I don't care how you fall in love."

"Oh, I know!"

Chapter 35 Opening

The Eighth National Middle School Games is a comprehensive sports event co-sponsored by the Ministry of Education and the State Sports Bureau.

Don't look at the contestants are all middle school students.

But the level is still very high.

There are a total of 8 games in football, basketball, volleyball, table tennis, badminton, track and field, swimming and shuttlecock.

Nearly 31 athletes from 5000 delegations across the country participated.

The scale is very large.

At the opening ceremony, several important leaders of the country will be present.

Therefore, all provinces attach great importance to it.

Same as Nam Ha.

Signed up to participate in all major competitions, and there are more players than last year.

Even more than a month in advance to convene contestants for training.

Strive to make a breakthrough.

Among them, Yang Zhuo is the seed player in the delegation.

The treatment you get is also the best.

When I came to Jinling, although I lived in the same place, it was a school dormitory.

But the team leader arranged a small stove for Yang Zhuo to ensure his diet.

morning.

dorm room.

Cui Hao lay on the bed, a little excited.

"Yang Zhuo, tonight is the opening ceremony. We have to enter the arena like the Olympic delegation, and there will be CCTV live broadcast. I wonder if my parents can see me on TV."

"It should be possible."

Yang Zhuo has never seen this China National Games, and he doesn't know what the situation is like.

but.

That's right, it's quite formal.

"Cui Hao, what you should care about is the 100 meters tomorrow, not the opening ceremony tonight."

The schedule is out.

The morning of the first day is the men's 100-meter preliminaries, and the afternoon is the semi-finals and finals.

The third day is a 4×100m team event.

Therefore, Yang Zhuo and the others must have a good rest today.

"Yang Zhuo, what do I care about? Run as hard as you can. It's you, but the hope of our sprint team, the leader's eyes are on you. We must work harder tomorrow."

What Cui Hao said is the truth.

He doesn't have the strength to win the championship at all, and the leaders won't put any pressure on him.

Only Yang Zhuo.

Carrying the hope of the Nanhe delegation in the sprint, it is the gold point.

It can be seen from the treatment.

Yang Zhuo not only can eat small stoves, but also the head coach Zhao Guofu and Wang Jie help him train and keep in shape.

It can be seen how much the team leader hopes that he can win the gold medal in the 100-meter sprint.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuo felt the pressure for the first time.

It is also motivation.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuo did sit-ups on the bed, plank support, and stretched his legs.

Idle is also idle, simply move your body.

morning.

Players from the track and field team, such as Yang Zhuo and Cui Hao, were brought to the gymnasium by the team leader and head coach.

Tonight's opening ceremony and tomorrow's track and field competition will be held here.

So, come and get acquainted with the venue.

By the way, do some adaptive training.

Run, jump, and feel the new runway.

This is a necessary process, otherwise it will affect the performance of the players.

"preparation!"

"run!"

As soon as Wang Jie uttered the password, Yang Zhuo and Cui Hao rushed out.

"Tattoo."

The speed is not fast.

Because I didn't run with all my strength.

Just looking for a feeling.

After running twice, return to the starting line.

Wang Jie asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's no different from the training ground."

Yang Zhuo twisted his body casually, and then glanced at the other athletes in the stadium.

There must be his opponents here.

Just don't know what level it is.

at the same time.

Wang Qiangdong, the deputy head of the Nanhe delegation, Xue Yue, the team leader, and Zhao Guofu, the head coach, were talking in the corner.

None of the three of them looked very good.

"Old Xue, are you sure?"

Wang Qiangdong asked again.

"Confirmed, there is a 15-meter genius in the Southern Guangdong Province delegation, a sports school student, not yet 10 years old, it is said that he has already run into 5 seconds, and it is an electric meter."

"Under 15 years old? 10 seconds 5? Electric meter?"

Zhao Guofu's eyes widened: "Is this possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible! If he really had such a talent, he would have been selected by the national team long ago."

Xue Yue frowned tightly: "I don't believe it either, but the news is like this, there should be no fakes."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his voice and added: "The grades should be really good, as for the age, it doesn't matter."

As soon as these words came out, both Wang Qiangdong and Zhao Guofu frowned.

It is not unheard of to change the age of the ID card to participate in the competition.

But without evidence, it's hard to say.

Wang Qiangdong glanced at Yang Zhuo who was adapting to the venue, and said, "Don't tell Yang Zhuo about this, just compare normally. Even if you can't win the championship, getting the runner-up is also a breakthrough."