Early morning.
At six o'clock.
Yang Zhuo opened his eyes lazily and sat up.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that there were three people standing beside him.
A reporter, a cameraman, and an assistant.
These people were allowed to come in and film.
Yang Zhuo gave him the key.
Speaking of which, it wasn't easy for them either. They got up at five o'clock to prepare for the filming.
Therefore, Yang Zhuo's attitude was also very good.
"That…"
Yang Zhuo rubbed his eyes. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll call you when I brush my teeth.”
"Sure."
The reporters turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
He waited in the small living room.
A moment later.
"Alright, come in!"
Yang Zhuo was brushing his teeth in front of the sink.
The lights in the bedroom were also switched on.
The camera entered recording mode.
"Why are you here so early?"
Yang Zhuo mumbled while brushing his teeth.
"Just to see what your daily life is like.”
The reporter was a woman in her thirties. She had shoulder-length hair and looked very intellectual.
"My daily life is quite boring.”
Then, Yang Zhuo looked back at the cameraman while brushing his teeth,"This machine is quite heavy, right? Why don't we put it aside first?”
The cameraman:
"Haha."
"Don't worry about us." The reporter smiled.”
"Alright then."
Yang Zhuo continued brushing his teeth.
"Do you usually wake up so early?”
"Something like that. My schedule is more fixed. I usually go to bed at 10 pm and wake up at 6 am.”
After brushing his teeth, Yang Zhuo washed his face and dried it with a towel.
She even tidied her hair.
Compared to when he was in bed just now, he looked cleaner, fresher, and more handsome.
Then, he went to the living room.
She turned on the lights in the living room.
The original darkness instantly disappeared, and the room became bright.
The living room was very small and the furnishings were very simple.
There was a chair, a table, a water dispenser in the corner, and a guitar hanging on the wall.
There was a shoe rack near the door with a few pairs of sneakers and spikes on it.
The camera recorded everything.
"You know how to play the guitar?"
The reporter was curious.
"A little. I just learned it not long ago."
Yang Zhuo took a glass of water and drank it.
Then, he started to change his shoes.
"Are we going to train now?"
"It's not considered training. It's just a simple exercise.”
Yang Zhuo replied without raising his head.
......
In the track and field.
Yang Zhuo was jogging under the sunlight.
He was full of vigor and vitality.
The cameraman and reporter even ran half a circle.
"How long do you have to run every morning?”
the reporter asked, panting.
"Not much, five or six laps."
The empty stomach in the morning was not suitable for high-intensity exercise. He could only move a little and warm up.
A moment later.
The cameramen and reporters stopped. They couldn't keep up, so they could only shoot from afar.
Other athletes appeared on the track and field field one after another.
For example, Chen Haijian in the 100m sprint.
There were also athletes in shot put, long jump, and other events.
They were all going to participate in the Asian Championship.
During this period of time, they were preparing for battle together.
After running, Yang Zhuo stopped and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.
"Are you like this every day?" the reporter asked. Do you have time to rest?"
"Rest every Sunday."
"Then what do you do when you rest?”
Yang Zhuo put a towel on his shoulder." When you rest, you read books, go to the swimming pool, and sing."”
They left the track and field.
The reporters followed him into the cafeteria.
Yang Zhuo brought a plate of nutritious food and drinks.
It was very substantial.
"Is this the amount for your breakfast? There are so many of them!"
The camera zoomed in.
"It was twice as much at noon."
Speaking of this, Yang Zhuo's face revealed a nostalgic look,"In the past, I didn't eat that much. After I started professional training, I exercised a lot and consumed a lot of energy, so I ate more and more. I remember when I went home after the National Middle School Games, my mother was shocked when I ate.”
Then, he added jokingly,""Fortunately, the national team took me in. Otherwise, my parents wouldn't be able to afford it.”
"Haha."
Breakfast ended.
The camera followed Yang Zhuo back to the dormitory.
He took a simple shower and changed his clothes.
Today was Thursday, and he had to go to Beijing University for classes.
When he first joined the national team, the rule was to attend classes from Monday to Thursday. He did not go back to the field management center and only trained in school.
As his strength increased, he no longer had to stay in school all day from Monday to Thursday. He only had classes in the morning and returned to the Field Management Center in the afternoon.
Beijing University.
The camera was still recording.
Yang Zhuo was wearing a white T-shirt and black casual pants, looking fresh and sunny.
"Do you run between places like this every day?" asked the reporter. Why aren't you training in school? Have you ever thought of dropping out?”
" The school's conditions and facilities can't meet the requirements for high-intensity training. There are also nutritious meals, which are also very important. As for dropping out of school, I haven't thought about it yet. I can still keep up with the progress of the course for the time being.”
In the classroom.
Before the teacher arrived, the camera took the opportunity to interview Yang Zhuo's classmates.
The first person to be interviewed was Yang Duoduo, who was sitting in the back.
"May I ask what kind of person Yang Zhuo is in your eyes?”
Yang Duoduo wasn't nervous. Instead, she joked,""Can you tell me the truth?"
"Of course, we want to hear the truth.”
"Yang Zhuo is handsome and gentle. Although he has less time in class than us, he can keep up with the progress of his studies, especially in English and History. In these two subjects, his scores are higher than most of the students in the class.”
Yang Duoduo looked depressed.
"Then, how does it feel to be classmates with athletes?”
"Very proud."
Yang Duoduo was excited again." Now, all the students in our class will pay attention to Yang Zhuo's competition. We'll cheer for him!"”
......
In the afternoon.
At the training ground.
Yang Zhuo ran on the track with the tires, sweating profusely.
After stopping, the camera zoomed in on Lun Tai.
"Can I give it a try?"
"Of course you can."
So the reporter tied the rubber belt around his waist and tried to take a few steps."This is so heavy. It's hard for me to walk, let alone run.”
During the break, the reporters interviewed again.
"Is your daily training plan fixed?”
Yang Zhuo took a sip of water." It depends. The coaching team will train me according to my weaknesses."”
"Then what kind of training will they do?”
"Strength training, physical training, reaction training, speed endurance training, and so on.”
"The Asian Championship is coming up. Are you confident in winning?”
"I have confidence in myself, but whether I can win the championship depends on how strong my opponent is.”
Yang Zhuo didn't finish his sentence.
He didn't want to be slapped in the face.
Moreover, strength was never reflected in words.
It was useless to say more.
He might as well prove it with his actions.
After a while.
Yang Zhuo started his downhill running training again.
The cameras filmed the entire process.
In the evening.
After today's training, Yang Zhuo went to the track and field field with his guitar.
This guitar was bought yesterday.
A few thousand yuan wasn't considered expensive, but it was definitely not cheap in this era.
"Can you sing a song for us?" the reporter asked with interest.”
"Of course."
Yang Zhuo was sitting on a chair with a guitar in his arms.
"Your mood is always flying
I want to chase after everything
I want to grab a little comfort
You always like to wander in the crowd
......”
The moment he spoke, the reporters 'eyes lit up.
It was unexpectedly nice.
This song," Who Will You Think of When You're Lonely," was an old song. The reporter had naturally heard it before.
It felt as good as the original.
After the song, the reporter asked curiously,"Have you studied music?"
"Singing is something I've learned blindly by myself, but I learned a little from others about guitar.”
"I feel that you are very talented."
"Can I take it as a compliment for my singing?" Yang Zhuo said in a lively tone.”
"Haha, it is."
......
The next day.
Today was Friday, so he didn't have to go to school.
Yang Zhuo had strength training in the morning.
At the gym.
Yang Zhuo started with the weights and arm swings with dumbbells.
He held a two-kilogram dumbbell in each hand and swung his arms quickly.
Then, he pulled the barbell.
Barbell Squats.
The reporter looked at Li Qing and asked,""Coach Li, how heavy is the barbell Zhuo Yang is carrying?”
"185kg, more than twice his weight.”
"Wow!"
"That heavy?" The reporter was shocked. Unimaginable! Wouldn't such a huge weight cause harm to his body?”
"After high-intensity training, we have a professional physiotherapist to perform muscle relaxation massages. There are also other ways to recover the muscles.”
At the gym.
Yang Zhuo's vest was soaked, sticking to his body, making his muscles look even more developed.
All of this was recorded by the camera.
He even gave a close-up.
After the strength training, Yang Zhuo was lying on the massage chair, receiving a massage from the physiotherapist.
In the camera, he didn't look as energetic and energetic as when he had just woken up in the morning.
There was only fatigue on his face.
It was too tiring.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.
She didn't want to talk.
She was too tired to talk.
At the side.
Li Qing explained," The training intensity is too high. If the muscles are not relaxed, it will cause injuries. After a long time, the athlete's body can't take it, and injuries will occur. If it is serious, his entire career will be ruined.”
The reporter nodded." Everyone only sees the elegance of the athletes on the field. Very few people know what kind of hardship they have to suffer after the elegance.”
......
In the afternoon.
At the training ground.
Yang Zhuo was practicing listening to guns.
His starting reaction time was currently at 0.15 seconds.
Compared to the world's top starting reaction, it was still a little lacking.
The top starting reaction time was about 0.13 seconds.
In this case, Yang Zhuo was 0.02 seconds behind.
In the 100m sprint, this 0.02 seconds could determine the winner.
Therefore…
He still had to improve.
At the starting line.
"Ready!"
Yang Zhuo arched his body, raised his butt, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.
Li Qing held the starting pistol in his hand.
"Pa!"
Yang Zhuo stepped on the run-up device and accelerated with his head down. He pushed his toes on the ground and rushed forward.
However, it was not at full speed.
About 80% of his strength.
This was completely different from an explosive start.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The spikes rubbed against the track.
After 30 meters, Yang Zhuo slowed down.
"How much?"
“0.151。”
Li Qing replied.
Hearing this number, Yang Zhuo slightly frowned.
It was still a little low.
Seeing this, Li Qing comforted him." Don't be anxious. Your reaction time at the start of the race can't be improved by much in a short period of time. Think about it when you first started. At that time, it was 0.17 seconds. Now, isn't it 0.15 seconds? Take your time."
"Yes."
"I was a little impatient." Yang Zhuo heaved a long sigh of relief.”
At the side.
The camera was still recording.
During the break.
"Do you find this repetitive training boring?" asked the reporter.”
"Yes."
Yang Zhuo said honestly," It's so boring that I don't want to practice sometimes. So I have to adjust my mentality. With the coach's encouragement, I can relax for a while and then resume training."”
"It's not easy."
The reporter sighed.
"It's not easy for you guys either.”
Yang Zhuo smiled and then stood up.
Continue training.
In the camera, his gaze was firm.
He didn't look like a young man.
"Good luck! You will definitely become the world champion!"
The reporter said sincerely.
"Haha, thank you for your blessings."
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