The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 25: Poor picture
The National Championships and the selection trials for the women's 58kg national team are in full swing, with a tense yet exciting atmosphere in the venue.

Perhaps because of the rise of the prodigy, the national team leaders once neglected the performance of the local teams. However, with the unexpected injury of the prodigy, one astonishing result after another appeared in this sudden selection competition, completely shattering their understanding.

Achieving the gold medal performance of the previous Olympics? That's no longer a problem!
With a roar, Su Tingting from the Jiangsu Provincial Team lifted 109 kilograms cleanly and efficiently, ending the second round of snatching in a tense and exciting manner.

Of the five remaining competitors in the third round, at least four appear to have the ability to break the world record.

107公斤、108公斤、3个109公斤……这些数字不仅刷新了上届奥运会的成绩，甚至直逼110公斤的世界纪录。

The ratings in the background quietly climbed due to the director's oversight. Viewers in KTVs, massage parlors, and neighborhood committees gradually shifted their attention away from Zhao Xiaochui and focused on the hardworking girls on the screen.

Challenging world records and pushing the limits of human capability, such feats leave viewers in awe, exclaiming, "These people... are amazing, so amazing!"

Yes, the national team's leadership team also thinks so.

They no longer stand up and applaud for the veterans.

They sat quietly in their seats, staring in disbelief at the massive coaching and support teams of the Beijing team, the Jiangsu team, and the Sichuan team.

China has too many geniuses, which has spoiled these high-ranking leaders and made them fall behind!
"A massage is fine, but isn't one masseuse enough?" the leader who personally invited Chen Yanqing to provide support asked. In her opinion, the staff around Chen Yanqing was the normal one.

“Uh,” the young man next to the leader was quick to understand and understood at a glance, “that should be the medical team.”

"Why is the medical team still using laptops?"

"It should be based on big data such as the athlete's physical condition, injury status, and competition performance, which will be used as a reference for the athlete's weight reporting."

Why are some members of the coaching staff staring at other athletes?

"Is it possible that he's a micro-expression analyst?"

"Is this a competition, or a battlefield?"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui silently wondered to himself: Is this a competition or a battlefield?
The medical team around her was busy discussing, and the laptop screen was constantly updating Li Ying's physical condition data. Team members would occasionally turn to the handsome middle-aged man for his opinion.

Zhao Xiaochui couldn't help but wonder why no one asked for his opinion. Unfortunately, no one answered him, except for the occasional glance from the handsome middle-aged man, which carried the approval of a peer.

Inside the venue, the metallic clanging of barbell plates mingled with the commentator's impassioned announcements of weights, causing the audience's emotions to rise and fall accordingly.

In the warm-up area, Chen Yanqing's expression became increasingly calm, while Liao Yunxian from Sichuan Province appeared more and more nervous. Li Ying wore her headset for longer and longer periods of time, and Su Lingling from Jiangsu Province occasionally let out a loud shout.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly realized how ridiculous his suggestion to Li Ying to remain calm seemed in this situation. Who could stay composed in such fierce competition?
"They've left the field." Doctor Dong's voice brought Zhao Xiaochui back to reality.

Two middle-aged massage therapists from the provinces of Sonnen and Sue have begun serving their respective athletes.

Zhao Xiaochui could tell at a glance that these two were truly skilled, and he quickly began to carefully observe their techniques.

"You should look at the other side," the middle-aged handsome man's voice rang in my ears.

Across from them was Chen Yanqing's team, consisting of only two elderly people besides the athletes.

One of them was the coach, who was whispering something in Chen Yanqing's ear.

At this moment, Chen Yanqing was wrapping her wrist with a wristband. Every two wraps, another elderly man would gently tap her radial styloid process, each tap easing her expression slightly.

"Sigh~"

Zhao Xiaochui gasped; that was the pain relief technique from "Acupoint Deconstruction".

The book is there, anyone can read and learn from it, but who the hell can type it out to achieve this effect?

"That senior was the chief sports medicine physician of the State General Administration of Sport, the director of the Olympic support team for two terms, and a recipient of the State Council Special Allowance before his retirement." "The meritorious coach next to him trained more than 20 world champions before his retirement. I won't go into details, as that has nothing to do with our line of work."

Li Ying was still warming up with a training barbell, so the middle-aged handsome man seemed very patient with Zhao Xiaochui, the newcomer:

“Here, it’s not just athletes competing, it’s us too; it’s not just you who has those little thoughts, it’s everyone. That senior is my grand-uncle, even though he doesn’t know me, but having that connection gives us an advantage, doesn’t it?”

At this point, the middle-aged man left. He went behind Li Ying, who had put down the barbell, and based on the big data analysis he had just obtained, began to use dazzling techniques to relax the overweight girl.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly had a bad feeling, but he didn't think about it much and watched the two masters' live teaching with great eagerness.

As for that old man? His casual movements even had a touch of mysticism to them; he couldn't understand them.

However, his cheat code is quite mysterious.

In fact, Zhao Xiaochui was already quite satisfied with the knowledge and gains he had made here. At this moment, he had no other thoughts and focused on observing and learning.

As the countdown to the third round of weight reporting turned red, Chen Yanqing on the other side stood up and clapped.

The scattered magnesium powder floated in the air, causing Zhao Xiaochui to squint.

The scene quieted down, and many people watched this respectable veteran.

"Keep it up~" he whispered as he passed Zhao Xiaochui.

Chen Yanqing glanced at him and smiled slightly.

She and this spirited young man with his unique sitting posture seemed to have some kind of wonderful connection.

"Famous athlete Chen Yanqing, reported weight 109 kilograms."

"Before the race, we learned that Chen Yanqing's old injury to her right hand had recurred, but she still insisted on finishing the race."

"Okay, Chen Yanqing, she's raised it. Her right hand is wobbling a little. Keep it up."

"Hold on, Chen Yanqing, Chen Yanqing, 109 kilograms, she did it! This result is only 1 kilogram away from the record she set ten years ago."

Amidst the commentator's deep respect and emotional tone, many people in the warm-up area stopped and looked at the screen.

Li Ying didn't; she sat on a lounge chair, closing her eyes to rest.

Next up is her. Zhao Xiaochui, who is only responsible for the knees, needs to be checked again to assess the condition of her knees.

"……what happened?"

Zhao Xiaochui frowned; the heat had disappeared.

There was still a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the body heat was waning.

There must be something he doesn't know!

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the team medical staff, but no one paid him any attention. They were either focused on Li Ying's condition or looking at Zhao Xiaochui's right hand, while whispering among themselves.

“Zhao Xiaochui, snatch is my weak point,” Li Ying finally spoke up. This was the first conversation between the couple since entering the competition. “Actually, everyone is about the same, so as long as I can improve a little in the snatch, the final championship will definitely be mine.”

Therefore, I hope you will do your best, give it your all!

Li Ying had already noticed Zhao Xiaochui's condition; he was drenched in sweat, and his clothes were soaked through, yet she still insisted on this.

(End of this chapter)