After rebirth I became a world champion

An He spent a whole month of tutoring at night, and got the first place in the grade for the final exam.

In this key school where there are so many academic masters, he still firmly maintains his status as a student god.

The National Youth Archery Championship is about to start.

This time, a total of 23 teams participated in the competition based on the provincial team.

Not long ago, the H city team had been merged into the S provincial team.

Therefore, he successfully qualified for the competition and did not need to go through another round of selection.

An He sat on the high-speed rail, looking out the window with some excitement.

Although he knows that he will participate in international competitions, at least he will have to wait until next year.

Because he has only participated in an archery competition held in City H so far, his points and ranking are not enough to qualify for international competitions, but now he can participate in the national competition, which is still very exciting.

After arriving at the designated hotel, it happened to be dinner time.

In the bowl in front of An He, beef and mutton were piled up into a hill. He had been eating hard for two months and hadn't gained much weight, so Coach Wang started to increase the amount again.

While stuffing his cheeks, An He listened to the old sheep whispering in his ear: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to the opening ceremony first, and the qualifying competition will start at 1 pm. Don't be nervous, this time you are just Accumulate some competition experience, the ranking is not important, don't have too much pressure."

An He opened another can of yogurt, his little mouth was covered with paste, and his eyes fixed on the strawberry macarons on Jingliu's plate.

Yan Ming hurriedly took a tissue to help him wipe his mouth: "Did you hear that? Also, don't eat indiscriminately, especially if given by someone you don't know."

In China, athletes are very harmonious and aboveboard. They only compete based on strength and do not engage in petty tricks.

But it is not necessarily the case when it comes to international competitions. Yan Ming feels that it is necessary to establish safety awareness for children from now on.

An He took another fruit and said, "I know, I know, I promise, I listened to every word."

Yan Ming saw that his child was innocent and innocent, and had never seen anything dangerous in the world. After thinking about it, he said, "No, I will come to your room to pick you up early tomorrow morning."

"..."

At nine o'clock the next morning, the opening ceremony of the National Youth Archery Championship was held at the venue of the Expo Center.

An He was standing quietly in the waiting area. She was a little sleepy last night due to inexplicable insomnia, and she was a little lazy at the moment.

After a while it was their turn to line up.

An He, who stood in the front row because of his height, successfully attracted the attention of some senior archery fans.

A certain girlfriend fan holding a Yi Zishi light sign in his hand: "I haven't seen this kid from the S provincial team before. Is he a newcomer?"

A fan of a girlfriend who wore a provincial team's winning headband on her head: "I saw him on Yi Yi's Weibo, such a cute kid."

A straight male fan with arms crossed: "Look at that thin arm and leg, can he draw a bow?"

An aunt with a fat waist and round arms said: "You think that the provincial team eats nothing, and of course those who can enter are capable people."

An He looked at the athletes around him. They were all top professional archers in the country.

An He is looking forward to the match with them, and wants to know whether his level is good enough in the whole country.

After all 23 teams entered the field, the audience saw that the center of the field was as colorful as a rainbow.

The Beijing team has a navy blue British style, the Sichuan team has a red Chinese style, and the Guangdong team has a spotless classic style...

The young athletes are all tall and straight in the center of the field.

An He once again expressed his desire to cover his face with his earthy green team uniform, feeling like a dull and moldy piece of moss.

The coaches from the city team to the provincial team all have the same vision, and it's hard to say.

New York, USA.

Yi Wenxi sat casually and somewhat lazily, her whole person was as cold and detached as a god, and there was a translucent red panda on her shoulder that no one else could see.

The professor of finance with gray and black long curly hair on the opposite side still wanted to fight again: "Yi, if you need to go back to China because of something urgent, I can help you temporarily suspend your studies." It seems that he really doesn't want to lose such a genius student.

Yi Wenxi is the most talented and outstanding student he has taught for decades.

If he is willing to go on the road of finance, the door of Wall Street will be opened to him enthusiastically, and he will definitely become one of the most legendary figures in the financial circle.

After all, how many people can cast two unattended wastelands in a row when they are only 16 years old, and finally build them into large-scale new commercial districts.

Let the market value of your own company increase by tens of billions in just two years?

He has a keen sense of the market that others do not have, and this is really the most needed and scarce talent in the financial circle.

Yi Wenxi had a gentle and appropriate smile on her face, but her whole temperament was still as cold as ice: "Thank you, but I have more important things to do, and this thing is worth my whole life."

Seeing Yi Wenxi's firm expression, the professor knew that there was no way to persuade him, so he could only say regretfully, "Then I wish you all your wishes come true, but I still hope that you will continue to walk in the financial circle, otherwise it will be a huge loss for this industry. "

When he walked out of the office, Xiong'er said, "Host, I strongly recommend that you open the profile navigation and select a popular profile. If Brother Ice and Cool is not popular now, the mission will definitely fail."

This is the most sincere and heartfelt suggestion that Xiong'er has given him since he got along with him for a few days.

Nonsense, this kind of absolute zero aura, as a cold system, it can't stand it.

Who can like this kind of person?Do you want to make yourself into frozen meat?

Xiong'er looked at the perfect face with no warmth in front of him, and had to sympathize with An He who died tragically again.

A good boy who will go to hell if I don't go to hell.

Yi Wenxi raised her eyebrows, her expression was still cold: "List it."

Xiong Er immediately cast the screen: "Overbearing president, clingy male mother, fresh farming style, delicate and sweet style, women's big guy style, cool fairy style..."

Yi Wenxi immediately interrupted: "I refuse."

Xiong'er: "Then you just wait for An He to fall into someone else's arms."

Yi Wenxi: "The black-bellied drama master is the master style."

An He came to the venue and went straight to the elevator. Unfortunately, two elevators dedicated to athletes broke down, and only one elevator was left in operation, but there were many athletes waiting.

Jing Liu and others got a little impatient: "Xiaohe, let's go, there are stairs over there."

An He's heart "thumped", but he didn't make a sound, comforting himself in his heart, as long as the stairs are not long and have handrails, it will be fine.

Then a long, white marble staircase without handrails appeared in front of them.

Jing Liu had already trotted down, and halfway through the run he realized that there was no one around him, so he hurriedly turned around to see that An He was still standing still.

Jing Liu became anxious and shouted: "Why are you in a daze, hurry up and it will be too late."

An He stood on the spot and took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling: "It's okay, it's okay, just walk normally."

He stepped out with a trembling foot.

Immediately, the image of myself rolling down flashed back in my mind, the dull pain of hitting the fracture all over my body, the dizziness caused by rolling, and the sweet blood gushing out of my throat after I finally stopped.

"I still can't do it." An He broke out in cold sweat, retracted his feet and fell to the ground.

It's not that he hasn't tried to overcome this psychological barrier. He tried to go down the stairs countless times when there was no one in private, but he still failed.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jing Liu hurried up and saw An He's face was pale and his breathing was short of breath, as if he had seen a ghost.

He couldn't bear to rush but was really anxious: "Xiaohe, what's the matter? We are running out of time, and we will be disqualified if we arrive late."

As he spoke, he pulled An He up to go downstairs.

"Senior Brother." An He held onto Jing Liu's arm tightly, so much that it hurt him so much.

Moisture appeared in his big dark eyes: "I... really can't walk such a long staircase."

There was a mosquito-like sound, as if there was something most terrifying in the stairs.

Jing Liu had never seen a child like this before.

Even when he was provoked by Lumao, he didn't have any fear at all. He acted like a little adult a lot of the time, and he had never called him in such a tone.

Jing Liu didn't have time to delve into it: "Senior brother will carry you, don't be afraid."

An He closed his eyes and tightly wrapped his arms around Jing Liu's neck, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Yan Ming saw Jing Liu with his own bow and arrow bag hanging on his chest, and An He with his eyes closed tightly and pale face on his back. The two seemed to have just escaped from death.

The old sheep was frightened to death, and leaned forward with oil on his feet: "What's the matter? How did you carry it on your back?"

An He opened his eyes, it was much better when he saw Pingdi, and motioned for Jing Liu to put him down.

Yan Ming saw that the child was standing still, and hurriedly looked around: "No injury, are you okay?"

An He smiled, his face was still a little pale, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's okay, maybe I haven't slept well these days, and suddenly I have low blood sugar."

The boy went to prepare for the game, his expression was normal, as if the weak person just now was their illusion.

After Wang Jianfeng came back from Jing Liu's place, he said softly to Yan Ming, "Take An He to Doctor Zhang's place after this competition. I'll call Si Le to arrange it."

Athletes' mental health is more important than physical strength.

Wang Jianfeng has already keenly realized that something is wrong.

It can be said that an athlete with a bad mental state will definitely not be able to go on the career path for a long time, let alone withstand the pressure of international competitions in the future.

Yan Ming recalled that during the city archery competition finals, An He had a similar situation, and his heart tightened suddenly.