52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

After finishing the race, Qiao Shuo didn't come out from the playground, but walked to the green field next to him, stretching his legs with his hands on his hips.

On the other side of the starting line, the next group of competitors has been prepared.

Wen Liang didn't want to watch the race anymore, but sat down with Li Meng and read the race schedule, hoping to see when the 200m sprint would be awarded.

However, when he saw the words "preliminary round" and "final round" on the schedule, he remembered that the competition just now was just a preliminary round, and after that, he had to select the list of finalists based on the results of the preliminary round.

Wen Liang looked at Qiao Shuo who was waiting on the green field from a distance, and convinced himself a little apprehensively: You are already the first, you should be able to enter the finals, and you will have a chance to win a medal if you enter the finals.

Afterwards, the 200m sprint continued for several sets of competitions. Athletes who performed poorly and knew that they had no hope of advancing had already left the field, while those who were expected to advance to the final stood on the green ground and waited.

Qiao Shuo stood with two teammates from the track and field team of the South Campus, waiting for the final list.

The on-site staff held up a small red flag, read the numbers of the athletes aloud, and asked them to line up one by one.

Those with the best results in the preliminary competition usually stood in the middle of the track. Qiao Shuo secretly estimated his ranking in his heart, and it was probably the same.There is a lot of pressure, and it is still a bit difficult to win a medal.

Qiao Shuo turned his head and took a rough look at the athletes on the left and right. Some of them were confident, while others seemed to be facing a big enemy.Qiao Shuo was in it and didn't know what attitude he should take to face it.

While moving his arms, legs, and ankles, he thought blankly that if he didn't think about winning a medal, he might not have to have such a lot of pressure. After all, he has surpassed many people to reach the final.

But are there really athletes who don't want to win medals?Qiao Shuo felt annoyed after thinking about it - just run hard and it's over, and run as hard as you can to let yourself down.

The staff holding the small red flag led the team to the starting line, and Qiao Shuo followed the team, turning his eyes to the large fluorescent yellow in the auditorium.

Among the brightest colors, Qiao Shuo saw a familiar figure standing in the front, leaning over the railing and looking this way.

A warm voice suddenly sounded in Qiao Shuo's heart: Old Qiao, I think you will definitely win the medal.

Qiao Shuo lowered his head and smiled, secretly encouraging himself in his heart.

Everyone was in position at the starting line. Qiao Shuo controlled his breathing, set his starting posture, and waited for the gunshot with all his attention.

With a "bang", the legs even reacted one step ahead of the brain. The cheering script read by the host and the cheering sound from the audience were too far away, and only the whistling wind was left in my ears.

Qiao Shuo stared intently at the approaching finish line.

The [-]-odd seconds on the field seemed like a flash to the athletes, and Qiao Shuo was the third to break through the finish line.

Such a result was expected. Qiao Shuo was not very satisfied with this result, but it was acceptable.

"Okay, old Qiao, is there a game this afternoon?" Jiang Chuan came over and patted Qiao Shuo on the back, and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Qiao Shuo looked back at Jiang Chuan, took the mineral water and shook his fist with him with a smile: "There is still 400m left. Why are you in the playground, aren't you in tomorrow's competition?"

Jiang Chuan held up the badge hanging around his neck and showed it to Qiao Shuo. Only then did Qiao Shuo remember that Jiang Chuan was not only a member of the track and field team of the South Campus, but also a member of the Sports Department of the Student Union.

"By the way, take a break, and I will take you to Lao Luo after receiving the medal." Jiang Chuan said.

"Ah? Why?" When Qiao Shuo heard that he was looking for Lao Luo, he felt inexplicable resistance in his heart. He didn't know how to face Lao Luo, and he didn't even know how to reply to Guo Shaojie's words.

"The hurdle race needs to be re-examined. They have already seen the video data of that group, and they have to call the person in question to ask about the situation and opinions."

As soon as Qiao Shuo heard about this hurdling competition, he was one head and two big. He felt that he must have violated this hurdling competition-the usual training was very contradictory, but unfortunately he was thrown by someone during the pre-competition training, and he was suppressed and interfered during the competition... …

Qiao Shuo regretted his indifference, and felt that he should have replied to Guo Shaojie earlier and asked him to tell Lao Luo not to pursue it any further.

"Actually, it's quite boring. I don't want to do it... just leave it like this." Qiao Shuo raised his head to drink water, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"How can we forget it like this, everyone remembers this matter." Jiang Chuan frowned, always feeling that Lao Qiao's reaction was not in line with his style.

Qiao Shuo looked away, pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I'm leaving the team."

"What?" Jiang Chuan doubted his ears a little.

"I'm leaving the team." Qiao Shuo said in a word.

"No, you, hey, why?" Jiang Chuan looked at him in disbelief.

"No reason, Dachuan." Qiao Shuo smiled reassuringly, "I'm not impulsive, but I have thought about it seriously. I found that participating in the track and field team is almost nothing that makes me feel worthwhile or very happy."

Jiang Chuan didn't speak, but frowned tightly to express that he didn't understand.

"Speaking of which, I don't like this kind of training very much. I can still exercise when I go to the gym. I have free time and the environment is good and clean. The gym card I bought is wasted." Qiao Shuo said.

"But you didn't join any other clubs. If you quit the team, what would you do with so much time?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"You're on point," Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows, and patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder with the back of his hand, "I joined the track and field team because I didn't join other clubs anyway, but I'm usually not completely fine. Do."

"You've thought it through." Jiang Chuan reminded him.

"Well, I know." Qiao Shuo nodded, "I think, hobbies, if you participate for the sake of participation, you are bound and cannot be called hobbies."

Hearing these words, Jiang Chuan nodded half-understood, and lamented that Qiao Shuo was usually so unprincipled, and those words he occasionally said seriously were quite reasonable.

"However, Lao Luo and the others are still waiting for you to go there. Check to see if they have sent you a message on your phone." Jiang Chuan added.

It was only then that Qiao Shuo remembered that she had kept her mobile phone and backpack in Wen Liang's place for safekeeping.

"I'm going to get a cell phone." Qiao Shuo said and was about to walk towards the exit of the playground.

"Don't go, you bastard!" Jiang Chuan grabbed Qiao Shuo and laughed, "If you don't want the medal, I will take it away!"

Qiao Shuo slapped his forehead: "Fuck..."

Other items on the playground had already started to be inspected, and they waited patiently for a while before Qiao Shuo was called to receive the award.

Qiao Shuo stood on the podium, holding the lanyard on the medal with one hand, and tapped twice on the medal with the other to check the material—however, it is definitely impossible to say that it is pure material, the school is not so proud.

There was a tidal wave of cheers from the auditorium. Qiao Shuo looked around and saw a large area of ​​fluorescent yellow.Qiao Shuo smiled, and made a scissors hand to the person taking pictures in front of him.

After getting off the podium, he followed Jiang Chuan out of the playground.Wen Liang pressed his forehead against the railing at the entrance of the playground and looked inside, looking silly, probably waiting here a long time ago.

"Brother Xiong!" Qiao Shuo waved at him from a distance.

Wen Liang watched him walk over with a smile, and handed him his backpack.

"That's great, old Qiao!" Wen Liang's eyes fell on the medal hanging around Qiao Shuo's neck.

"Then hurry up and praise me." Qiao Shuo took the backpack, not forgetting to make things difficult for this stupid bear.

"Well, I'll praise you." Wen Liang was calm on the surface, but the language function in his mind was fighting, "You run so fast, it's hard to catch up."

This is an ambiguous word, Qiao Shuo and Jiang Chuan were stunned for two seconds, then bent down and laughed, Wen Liang was immediately stunned.

Qiao Shuo managed to hold back his laughter, and he blinked at Wen Liang: "Brother Xiong, do you want to chase me?"

Only then did Wen Liang understand what they were laughing at, pursed her lips and hurriedly shook her head.

Qiao Shuo put one hand on his hip, stroked his hair back with the other hand, pretended to be enchanting, and raised his chin at Wen Liang with a smirk: "Brother Xiong who doesn't want to chase after Qiao Qiao is not a good man."

"Damn, why don't you show off!" Jiang Chuan couldn't help but patted Qiao Shuo's arm, "Hurry up, don't you have a game in a while?"

"Heh." Qiao Shuo rolled Jiang Chuan's eyes, then stretched out his hand to tease him with his warm chin.

Wen Liang has long been used to his small movements, and without thinking, he restrained his hand and asked, "Where are you going?"

"There is a new development about the hurdle race." Qiao Shuo withdrew his hand in a rare way.

Wen Liang didn't ask any further questions, but nodded, "Well, come on."

Seeing how naive he was, Qiao Shuo couldn't help teasing him: "I'll work harder, but you won't be able to catch up even more."

Jiang Chuan on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help pushing him: "Let's go, you big bastard!"

After Jiang Chuan and Qiao Shuo left, Wen Liang went back to his seat in his class and sat down. He didn't care about watching the game, instead flipping through the novels in the book city, and only cheering with his classmates when the players from the South Campus were on the field.

Wen Liang checked the status bar of his phone after a while to see if Qiao Shuo had sent a message. He didn't know how Qiao Shuo was doing.

In the morning, Wen Liang changed shifts with a girl in the department in order to comfort Qiao Shuo who was depressed. At this time, he should go to the playground to take over.

After Wen Liang informed Li Meng, she took her backpack to the playground to hand over the work.

The girl was still sitting at the small wooden table in the morning, and the two people next to her had also changed.

It was the halftime break of the sports meeting, Wen Liang sat down and was bored, he thought his job was still like in the morning, handing water to the athletes at the finish line, until he received a message from that girl on his mobile phone.

Li Lei from the Department of Literature and Art: I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you just now, those of us here take turns to present awards to the athletes. I didn’t have my turn when I was on duty just now, but I guess it will be soon, remember to pay attention (/cover your face ).

Wen Liang: It’s okay (/laughing and crying) When is it your turn, do you still have any memory?

Li Lei from the Department of Literature and Art: You should ask the two people next to you. You should go with them.

Wen Liang looked to the side, and suddenly understood why the small wooden tables on the green ground were all in groups of three.

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The author has something to say:

Are there really athletes who don't want to win medals?In fact, it’s not about utilitarianism or something. I always want to have a satisfactory result for the hard work I have put in. This is not only the case in sports competitions, but also in life.Sometimes I am confused, and there are many words in the 52 Hz series that I want to say to myself.If not?Lower your expectations or accept your fate and lie flat. If you don’t force yourself, how will you know where your upper limit is? Go ahead!