Fog Era

Director Xin still wanted to persuade him: "I know you have a good foundation, but I still think you should specialize in a certain project. After all, too much competition and too much exercise are very important. It may make your ligaments and joints unable to hold up. If you cause any irreparable damage, you will regret it when the time comes."

Director Xin remembered the scene when he signed up for the Youth Games.

Hundred meters, 400 meters, 110 meters hurdles, kilometers, five kilometers, javelin, shot put, discus, high jump, long jump, a total of ten events. Before handing in this registration form, Director Xin specifically reported to Principal Liu. Principal Liu agreed after careful consideration, and then deliberately called the organizer of the North Soviet Youth Games and said hello in advance.

Even so, when the registration form was handed in, the organizer called back to confirm it. Through the phone, Director Xin could hear the obvious sense of unbelief, and he almost declared the words "are you nonsense?"

Who will report ten events in the sports meeting?

If it weren't for the face of the golden sign of Fengming No.1 Middle School, the organizer would have returned this kind of registration form as a mess.

Don't say that the organizer does not believe it, in fact, even Director Xin finds it absurd. Even though he had seen it with his own eyes before, he still felt uneasy when it happened. After all, that kind of shocking performance is too dreamy, so that Director Xin always has a dreamlike unreality.

"Let’s do it." Shi Tiexin put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, with a hint of elegant elegance in his actions: "Let’s find time, and you will help me test everything from start to finish. I I also want to see if I can hold it. If not, I will listen to you, subtract a few items, and do what I can. If there is no problem, I still want to challenge myself. How?"

" All right!" Director Xin made a final decision: "Hurry up or not, if you have time to recover after the test earlier, how about this afternoon?"

"No problem."

Afternoon , Shi Tiexin dedicated a whole afternoon.

The physical education department emptied the playground and the physical education class was completely suspended. The students who should attend the physical education class complained, and the main teacher was smiling.

After the clearing of the field, the teachers of the sports department were standing by. Principal Liu came to the scene and stood on the sidelines to observe.

Shi Tiexin is ready.

The first project, one hundred meters.

"Prepare--"

He is ready to start, and his eyes are sharp.

As the filling rate of body refinement haze is getting higher and higher, as the cultivation level of the first layer of the wind-sweeping leg continues to improve, he feels that he runs easier, more stretched, and freer than before.

pa!

Director Xin fired the starting gun himself, and the more advanced timer immediately began to work. Shi Tiexin started quickly with a swish, and ran towards the finish line.

Principal Liu stared at the timer, and when Shi Tiexin crossed the end, the timer froze at 9.62 seconds.

Principal Liu became excited immediately.

He is no longer a layman for sports performance.

These days, when would he not turn up the world records and country records of each item and look at it three times? Now you can think of the international level of each project without thinking about it. Principal Liu shouted hello immediately and clapped first.

Director Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and his mentality became much more at ease. Don't care about other projects, just this one hundred meters score, it's already gone.

And he knows that what Shi Tiexin is best at is not sprinting, but long-distance running. The longer the better.

He cleaned up his expressions and continued to issue orders: "Today is a high-intensity simulation, which is carried out completely according to the time between matches. Let's rest for twelve minutes, and then start measuring 400 meters."

Twelve minutes? That can't be wasted.

Shi Tiexin immediately took out the book and continued to review the natural history cultivation section.

All afternoon, ten events were tested, and the exclamation of the teachers of the sports department never stopped. Halfway through, Principal Liu told Director Xin to arrange the work, and then walked away with a smile on his back.

He intends to discuss with the office director about how the school should deal with the crowds of reporters after Shi Tiexin becomes famous in World War I, and how to fight the propaganda war safely and make good use of this trump card.

On the other side, Director Xin led the teachers to test all the items, and then immediately drove Shi Tiexin to the city's largest and most authoritative Class-A hospital for a comprehensive examination of ligaments and joints.

When the examination results came out, Director Xin, who had always maintained a serious expression, couldn't help but smile.

In the evening, Director Xin invited the teacher from the physical education department to have a big meal with Shi Tiexin.

"Iron Heart, I know you can drink very well. Don’t be surprised, hehe, which sports teacher hasn’t two mixed students as a little cotton jacket yet? We’re well informed! But, after all, it’s still No comparison, the fruits of victory haven’t been picked. Let’s stop drinking today. We will drink celebration wine after success." Director Xin sat leaning on Shi Tiexin, suddenly sighed, and said with emotion: " Tie Xin, did you know that although Fengming No. 1 Middle School is a golden sign, this sign doesn't work on the sports arena. No one takes Fengming No. 1 Middle School seriously at the North Soviet Youth Games."

"This is good." Shi Tiexin laughed to Director Xin: "This shows that the level of the contestants is not weak. Coincidentally, I just don't like playing against weak chickens."

"hahaha, okay!" Director Xin slapped Shi Tiexin on the shoulder, thinking about the future with radiance: "If you have played in the Youth Games, you will be eligible to participate in the North Jiangsu Provincial Games. Starting in the second half of the year, the competition will be more advanced. Many, when the time comes, you have a chance to shine!"

On Friday, Shi Tiexin packed his bags and was personally led by Principal Liu. He got on the bus with other students and went to the Youth League. The city where the meeting will be held.

The school radio station received the order and began to pave the way for the game.

"Students, just today, our school athletes will set off for the school, galloping on the field of the North Jiangsu Youth Games. Let us cheer for them and wish them victory!"

On the radio, Ling Xing’s full emotions spread throughout the school through voice, which was unforgettable. She seemed to be born with this talent.

However, there was passion in his mouth again. Once the manuscript was released, everything on the channel was turned off, and the microphone was turned off, Ling Xing saw that he immediately turned into Ge Youtan's appearance, almost groaning under the table.

"Um... so boring, so boring, the clichés are so boring, and there is no real big news for me to report. What about the Youth Games, which one was not scared witless? , I said sorry." Ling Xing saw his legs fluttering around, like a salted fish flapping its tail.

Suddenly, she remembered something again, and raised a little bit of God: "However, that big man also participated in the competition, I wonder if he can bring something new?"

A weekend passed quickly.

On Monday, when Ling Xing saw that he entered the radio station, he saw the station master teacher rushing over in a hurry, yelled with a bright face: "See you, hurry up, hurry up and arrange a special show. There’s a big news in our school!"

Ling Xing saw that he was immediately energetic, and he leaned forward: "What ah, what big news?"

teacher snapped I took a press release on the desktop: "Look at it for yourself!"

Ling Xing saw that he picked up the manuscript and read it through ten lines. After a moment, he felt something was wrong, and then read it again, then his eyes It was wide open at first, and there was a voice in his mouth that he hated less when the book was used: "Fuck!"