Track and Field: I, the king of sprinting
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In the central room.

Yang Zhuo was sitting at the table eating chicken.

How fragrant.

"Xiao Zhuo, are you going alone this time?”

Zhang Yumin sounded a little worried.

As the saying goes, a child travels thousands of miles, and a mother worries.

Yang Zhuo would be away for two months this time. As his mother, she couldn't help but worry about him.

"It's not just me. I still have my coach. She's going with me.”

Hearing that the coach was following them, Zhang Yumin heaved a sigh of relief.

It was much better to have someone familiar to take care of him.

"When you get there, you have to listen to the coach. If you feel uncomfortable, you have to say it in time.”

"Mom, don't worry. I can take care of myself.”

At this moment.

Zhang Yumin got up and went to the inner room. After a while, she returned.

She was holding a stack of 100 and 50 yuan, as well as 20 yuan.

It was a little old.

"This is 1500 yuan.”

Yang Zhuo didn't answer."Mom, I'm going to the training camp this time. I'll be provided with food and lodging. Even if I'm sick, I don't have to spend money. The government will take care of everything."”

"You still have to take it."

Zhang Yumin stuffed the money into his pocket and continued,"It's different outside compared to at home. At home, you can live with or without money. In the outside world, it was easy to get things done with money. When training with others, it was inevitable that there would be times when they would treat each other to a meal. If they were too stingy, they would not want to be with them.”

"I'll go back to the county town in the afternoon and buy some good clothes."”

Yang Zhuo was silent.

Their family's five mu of land had only harvested less than 4000 catties of wheat this year.

He had paid 720 catties of public rations, so he still had 3200 catties left.

One catty was sold for 60 cents, and the total price was less than 2000 yuan.

After deducting the cost, there was only about 1700 yuan left.

As for Yang Guoqiang's salary, he had already spent it all to pay for Yang Zhuo's tuition and living expenses.

This year's money could only be obtained at the end of the year.

Therefore, after giving him the 1700 yuan, there would definitely not be much left at home.

Looking at Zhang Yumin's old clothes, Yang Zhuo's tears fell.

"Child, why are you crying?”

"It's fine."

Yang Zhuo rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand."Mom, I'll definitely win the championship!”

"It doesn't matter if you're the champion or not. Your health is still the most important. Don't train too hard.”

"Yes."

An hour later.

Yang Zhuo packed his things and left the house with his backpack.

There was also a plastic bag on her feet to prevent her shoes from getting muddy.

Wait until you reach the asphalt road and then throw it away.

Zhang Yumin followed him to the entrance of the alley. As she watched him walk away, she could not help but cry and sob softly.

Yang Zhuo had never been away from home for so long since he was young. This time, he would be going to Shangdu for two months.

He did not know if he would suffer.

Just thinking about it made Zhang Yumin's heart ache.

......

County.

Yang Zhuo didn't go to buy clothes, but went straight back to school.

On the field.

Wang Jie, who was having a physical education class, saw Yang Zhuo carrying a bag into the gym, so she followed him in.

"Xiao Zhuo, why are you back so early?”

"There's nothing much to do at home. Come back early and you can train for a while.”

Yang Zhuo said as he put on his spiked shoes.

Wang Jie nodded."They're free to move around. I'm fine too. Let's train."”

"Yes."

On the field.

Yang Zhuo was training in a corner, attracting a lot of attention.

Usually.

Except for the physical education class of Class 3, Yang Zhuo trained during the evening self-study period.

Therefore, most of the students had never seen it before.

Naturally, it felt fresh.

Some girls weren't attracted by the training content, but by Yang Zhuo's good looks.

It was eye-catching.

"If only Yang Zhuo was in our class!”

"I think Yang Zhuo is better looking than the Hanazawa characters in Meteor Garden.”

"No one in F4 is better looking than him.”

"That's right!"

"Are you all lovestruck?"

"You're the one who's infatuated.”

"I heard that Yang Zhuo is going to Shang Du for training soon and won't be back for the final exam.”

"Then I won't be able to see you this semester.”

"You can watch TV at home during the summer break. It's on Central TV Sports Channel.”

“......”

On the cinders track.

Yang Zhuo raised his leg and strode forward. When his front foot landed on the ground, he pulled back hard.

"Da da da."

His pace wasn't fast, but he was very powerful.

This exercise was very important.

It wasn't Wang Jie who taught him, but Yang Zhuo who learned it from Su Bingtian's videos and Bolt's videos in his previous life.

This wasn't how sprinting training was done.

At present, the mainstream sprinting athletes in the country were still tip-toeing, which was particularly easy to cause injuries.

Therefore, Yang Zhuo didn't run like this from the beginning.

Of course.

In order to avoid injury, it was not only the landing of the forefoot, but also the landing position of the foot.

He had to land right below his center of gravity.

In this case, the hip, knee, and ankle joints were all slightly bent, which could form an effective buffer.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhuo could only do it on his own. He couldn't tell others.

Because he was still a newbie. If he said it out loud, others would either not believe it or wonder how he knew it.

After all, he was still a child and had never come into contact with relevant theories.

He could only wait until he was successful and famous before he spoke out some advanced concepts based on his own experience. Only then would it seem valuable.

......

At night.

Although he was going to Shangdu tomorrow, Yang Zhuo didn't leave early.

He trained for two hours as usual.

"Alright, that's all for today. Go back and rest well. Don't go to self-study tomorrow. After you get up, pack your things and come to the field for some exercise.”

"I know!"

Yang Zhuo took off his spiked shoes and put them in the gym, then went back to his dorm.

As soon as she walked out of the field, she saw a familiar face.

Zhang Lingling.

"Class monitor, are you waiting for me?”

"Yes."

Zhang Lingling admitted generously and continued,"Since you're back in the dormitory, let's talk as we walk.”

Thus, the two of them walked side by side in the direction of the dormitory.

"You're going to Shangdu tomorrow morning, right?”

"Yes, we'll leave at eight o'clock."

Yang Zhuo's voice was a bit deep.

To be honest, he was also a little reluctant.

"If you go to the National Middle School Games, you'll either be recruited by the provincial team or by Shuimu Jing. You won't be coming back.”

Zhang Lingling's tone carried a hint of sadness.

Yang Zhuo was silent.

As if the truth would be like this

"However, this is a good thing!”

Zhang Lingling tilted her head and looked at him with a smile in her eyes."I'll definitely cheer for you at home during the competition!”

Yang Zhuo didn't know what to say. He could only nod,"Thank you!"

"What are you thanking me for? We're friends!”

After saying that, Zhang Lingling took out a note from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"This is the QQ number I applied for. If you really don't want to go back to Second High, we can still use this to chat in the future.”

"Yes."

Yang Zhuo smiled and continued,"Class monitor, what's your username?”

"I'm not telling you. You'll know when you add it.”

"Is it especially childish?”

"Tsk, you're the childish one!"

Zhang Lingling rolled her eyes and skipped two steps forward before bouncing back."Yang Zhuo, to be honest, do you think I…How is your class monitor?"

She originally wanted to ask what she thought of her.

However, he changed his words.

"He's very good. He's good-looking, good at his studies, and very hardworking.”

Zhang Lingling's eyelashes fluttered.”

"Of course it's true!"

"Hehe, thank you! Then I'm leaving! You must add my buttoning!"

With that, Zhang Lingling jogged away.

Yang Zhuo stood still and opened the note. There were six numbers on it.

It was easy to remember.

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