Year One (3) Class.
Between classes.
"Ling Ling, what's wrong? You've been out of your mind since this morning.”
As she spoke, her deskmate reached out and touched Zhang Lingling's forehead."Don't tell me he's sick?"
"No!"
"I'm just thinking about something." Zhang Lingling took her hand away.”
"Hehe, are you disappointed because Yang Zhuo left?”
"Disappointed your head."
Zhang Lingling rolled her eyes."I noticed. You keep talking about Yang Zhuo. I'm afraid you have a crush on him."”
"Bah, you're the one who's secretly in love!"
At the same time,
Yang Zhuo and Wang Jie had arrived at the Field Administration Center.
Director Huang personally sent them over.
It wasn't that he was idle, but he felt that Yang Zhuo had a lot of potential and a bright future.
It seemed important to send it over personally.
Yang Zhuo understood it, but he still felt grateful for it.
Without Director Huang, he might not even have been able to participate in the National Middle School Games.
Yang Zhuo and Wang Jie reported to the center first.
First, they allocated the dorms.
There was no need for a staff member to lead him there.
Because Wang Jie was very familiar with this place.
Where was the dormitory, where was the canteen, where was the stadium, where was the comprehensive training center, where was the swimming pool, and so on.
She knew everything.
After all, he had trained here before.
Wang Jie walked Yang Zhuo to the dormitory first, then left.
Yang Zhuo's dormitory was a two-person room.
There was a private bathroom and balcony, as well as a TV and a small living room.
The conditions were very good.
Other than him, the other person who lived here was the sports school student who ran 10.88 seconds during the internal selection.
Not yet.
Yang Zhuo made the bed and put the valuables into the cabinet, locking it with the new lock.
Next, he went to the toilet to wash his hands.
After a short rest, Yang Zhuo went downstairs.
He met up with Wang Jie.
He walked around.
Compared to the Second High School, the conditions here were many times better.
The track and field field's plastic track was several grades better than the one in Water Town. There was also a variety of training equipment.
In the stadium.
Wang Jie looked at Yang Zhuo who was jumping on the track and asked with a smile,"How do you feel?"
"It feels good!"
The last time he came to participate in the internal selection, his mind was focused on the competition.
Now, he could finally experience it properly.
Yang Zhuo was wearing ordinary sports shoes. If he put on spiked shoes, he would feel better.
"Alright, it's noon. Let's go eat!”
"Alright!"
Yang Zhuo hadn't eaten in the field center before, so he was looking forward to it.
So Wang Jie brought him to the canteen.
The food was good.
Especially the various types of meat, which looked very appetizing.
The most important thing was that he had received a special meal card when he reported for duty just now.
The students who were participating in the National High School Games had their meals charged to the school center.
He didn't need to spend money.
Wang Jie said that there was still a small stove, but that was not provided to them.
But Yang Zhuo was already very satisfied.
There was meat to eat without spending money, so why did he need a bicycle?
"Whatever you eat, you can make it yourself. But remember, don't waste it.”
"Don't worry, teacher, I'll play as much as I eat."”
Then, the two of them separated and went to get their own food.
Yang Zhuo ordered four steamed buns, beef, chicken drumsticks, cabbage, and tofu.
When he came to his seat with the tray, Wang Jie glanced at him and teased,""I don't know if they'll regret recruiting you, but you're better at eating than the students in the sports school.”
"Hehe."
Yang Zhuo sat down opposite him."I haven't let go yet. If I'm not full, I'll ask for more."”
"Eat."
The master and disciple faced each other and chatted while eating.
Some people came into the cafeteria one after another. Judging by their physiognomy, they were all representatives of the National Middle School Games.
They didn't know each other, so no one greeted them.
They all ate when they arrived.
"Ever since I started training, my appetite has grown. The last time I went home, my mom killed a chicken and it went into my stomach.”
"If you don't become an athlete, you won't be able to survive by farming.”
After saying that, Wang Jie stood up."I'll go get some soup. You don't have to go."”
After a while, he returned with two bowls of clear soup.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
When Yang Zhuo was eating the drumstick, he saw a familiar face.
The 100m sprinter who was in the same dormitory as him.
Cui Hao from Shangdu Sports School.
When Yang Zhuo saw him, he also looked over, so he waved his hand.
Cui Hao smiled and waved his hand in response.
Seeing this, Wang Jie whispered,""I watched the first group's match that day. This person is also very strong.”
Indeed.
At the age of 17 or 18, someone who could run 10.88 seconds must be talented.
And it might not be the limit.
"However, although he has strength, he's far inferior to you.”
Hearing that, Yang Zhuo drank a mouthful of soup and said,"Master, there's something wrong with you!"
Wang Jie was stunned.”
"Other coaches always suppress their students, afraid that they will become arrogant and complacent. You, on the other hand, praise me all day long. Aren't you afraid that I will become arrogant?”
"Haha."
Wang Jie laughed."I used to think so too. But now…" I've already discovered that your temperament doesn't match your age at all. You won't be complacent just because of a small achievement.”
After saying that, she added,"Also, I realized that you're different from others. Not only are you not nervous when it comes to the competition, but you're also excited. This is the temperament of a superstar.”
"Stop, stop, stop. The more you say, the more ridiculous it becomes!”
Yang Zhuo had no choice but to change the topic."Let's talk about something else. Master, you came here for training with me and delayed your vacation time.”
Wang Jie's face immediately turned red."What does a little brat know? Eat your food!"”
"Hehe."
After dinner, Yang Zhuo and Wang Jie left the canteen.
The formal training would begin tomorrow morning.
Wang Jie wasn't Yang Zhuo's head coach, just like when she was in school.
When they arrived, the head coach was assigned by the Field Management Center, and Wang Jie was the assistant coach.
In fact, the main reason was that they were afraid that the students would not be used to it, so they brought their own coaches to assist them.
After strolling around for a while, the two of them returned to the dormitory building.
"Xiao Zhuo, go back and take a nap. We'll meet at the training ground at two o'clock.”
"Alright!"
Then, the two of them separated.
Yang Zhuo went back to his dorm, washed his face, and planned to rest for a while.
As soon as she lay down, she heard the door being unlocked.
Cui Hao was back.
Yang Zhuo sat up and greeted him with a smile,"Hello, my name is Yang Zhuo."
"I know."
Cui Hao looked at him."The coach told me your name when we went back from the internal selection. You're amazing!" His talent is also very strong!"
"You are also very strong!"
Yang Zhuo wasn't being polite.
But Cui Hao still shook his head.""I'm not as good as you now, but I won't admit defeat. I'll see you in the finals.”
"Good! See you in the finals! You haven't told me your name yet."
"Cui Hao."
A moment later.
Yang Zhuo lay down again.
He closed his eyes and rested.
A new life was about to begin.
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