In the evening.
Wang Ling was fiddling with her stopwatch on the field, her eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of the intersection.
In the next second.
A smile appeared on her face.
Ma Zhuo was here.
He had thought that he would get such good results at the county games, get a bonus, take a group photo, and pull up a banner.
For a boy who was not even 16 years old, Ma Zhuo was proud of his youth.
He would feel a little smug.
He might not come to practice today.
In the end.
He still arrived at the field on time.
This made Wang Ling's evaluation of him even higher.
If you are not arrogant or impatient, you can achieve great things.
"Teacher!"
"Come on, you've done a lot of exercise today, so let's practice some simple movements.”
"When you ran the 100 and 200 today, did you feel like you were lacking?" Wang Ling asked.”
"It's just a feeling."
Ma Zhuo thought back carefully,"When I ran the 200m curve, it was very awkward." In the final stage of the 100m sprint, when there were only about 30 meters left, his speed dropped drastically.”
"I'll teach you the technical details of the curve later. As for the second half of the 100m sprint, even an Olympic champion's speed will drop around 75m. The only thing you can do is to not let your speed drop so quickly. This requires increasing your endurance, distributing your physical strength reasonably, and crossing the line. Your crossing skills still need to be strengthened.”
During the county games, he found out many of Ma Zhuo's problems.
Wang Ling wasn't the only one who suggested it.
There were many things that he did not mention, but he had no choice. Time was limited, and it was impossible to systematically train all the technical details.
This would take several years.
"Alright, go put on your spikes and warm up.”
“OK！”
Ma Zhuo walked to the gym and sang as he walked,"“
Every night comes
Loneliness is always around me
Every evening, the heartbeat waits
Is my infinite tenderness
......”
Hearing the song, Wang Ling could not help but laugh.
She even started singing.
You're in a good mood!
......
The next morning.
Ma Zhuo came to class for morning self-study.
The moment he arrived, Little Fatty winked at him.
"Little Fatty, what's wrong?"
"Hehe."
"Look at your desk. There's another love letter." Fatty squinted his eyes and said cheekily.”
Ma Zhuo:
He lowered his head to take a look. There really was one.
It was a pink love letter. The envelope wasn't a regular one, but one with a warm picture printed on it.
This was not the first time he had received a love letter.
Her looks were already quite outstanding, and after the school sports meet, she was in the limelight in school.
He was very popular with little girls.
From time to time, love letters would be stuffed into his desk.
In fact…
Sometimes on the road, he would see a few girls pushing a girl, as if they wanted her to greet Ma Zhuo.
Every time the girl was pushed, she would run away with a red face.
Thinking of this, Ma Zhuo stretched out his hand and tore open the envelope.
Inside was a pink letter.
It was roughly the same as the love letters from before. The handwriting was delicate, and it was unknown how many times it had been written.
The content mainly talked about how she liked him and how she felt that he was different from others. Finally, she added a poem that she had copied from somewhere.
It was a very refreshing smell.
Ma Zhuo shook his head helplessly.
Then, he stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it together with the previous one.
To be honest.
If it was a 16-year-old soul, he would definitely be pleased with himself now.
She was about to float.
He would even accept the confession of one of the girls and have a " puppy love."
Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Ma Zhuo's focus was on sprinting.
He wanted to win the championship.
He had to keep winning the championship.
He was not in the mood to fall in love.
Even if they really wanted to talk about it, it would have to be after university.
His ideal partner was the kind who looked pure and sweet, had a carefree personality, and was occasionally a little "silly" in private.
He had to be sincere, strong, and hardworking.
As for age and education, it was not a problem.
"Ma Zhuo, this is the 5th love letter. Are you still not satisfied?”
"Satisfied your head, there is always beauty in books. Studying hard is the way to go!”
......
Two days later.
In the evening.
When Ma Zhuo came to the field for training as usual, Wang Ling told him a piece of good news.
"Xiao Zhuo, there's a chance for the National Middle School Games!”
Ma Zhuo was delighted and said excitedly,"It's done?"”
Wang Ling shook her head." It's not that simple. After all, you're participating in our county's competition. They didn't see it either, so they naturally won't acknowledge it."”
" However, with the strong recommendation of our county's Sports Bureau, you've still obtained the qualifications to participate in the internal selection. As long as you pass, you'll be able to join the Nanhe Province delegation."”
"That's great!"
Ma Zhuo was very excited.
Although he still had to take another test, he was confident that he could pass it.
"Right, Teacher, when will the selection begin?”
"Two weeks later, Director Huang and I will bring you to the Provincial Land Management Center to participate in the internal selection. As long as your results are good, you can enter the delegation. Right, after joining the delegation, he wouldn't be able to stay at home during the summer break. He would have to participate in the training.”
Good heavens.
The National Middle School Games was like the Olympics.
Training?
However…
Ma Zhuo didn't feel disgusted. Instead, he was very excited.
The best coach in Nanhe Province would train the players, and they would be able to spar with other high-level teammates.
It was much better than a small place like Shuicheng County.
Ma Zhuo desired a strong opponent!
They yearned for a true competition, not a one-sided suppression.
"Alright, go change into your spikes and start training!”
"Understood!"
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