Ronghai Provincial Team Sports Center.

With a bang, the door to the office of the head coach of the provincial team was pushed open,

Shen Guoying, who was immersed in the papers, was startled by the sudden sound of pushing the door, and as soon as he looked up, a tall and strong figure had already rushed to his desk from outside the door.

"Coach Shen, my former sports school player, the one you don't look down on, just broke the 100-meter record in the National Middle School Games."

Zhuang Tao held the mobile phone in one hand and pressed the other hand on the document in front of Shen Guoying, with a mocking smile on his face.

"No potential? Running out of talent? What a laugh! People just ran 10.39 seconds, how many of you are in the provincial team can run this time?! Yes?! ”

Shen Guoying frowned, gently pulled down the documents on the table, but was pressed by Zhuang Tao and let go a little helplessly. He took a half-step back from the swivel chair, took out the glasses cloth from the glasses case next to the table, removed the eyes from the wings of his nose, and wiped them slowly and methodically.

"Coach Shen, I didn't say you, the set of athlete selection theories you learned may not be useful. In our competitive sports, in the end, it is still the results that speak. Oh, a fifteen-year-old athlete who has no potential to ......"

Zhuang Tao sneered twice, had the heart to say a few more words, and then looked at Shen Guoying's wordless appearance, snorted lightly, turned around and went out directly.

When Zhuang Tao went out, Shen Guoying put on his eyes again, took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and skillfully rummaged through the address book, the menu cursor stayed on the phone number of Li Zhizhong's name, and his finger was on the dial key with the small green earpiece, and he hesitated slightly for a while, but finally did not press it.

Pushing the swivel chair, looking out the window at the playground surrounded by greenery in the distance, someone was training on the playground, and no one knew what he was thinking for a while.

……

"Hey, congratulations."

Just when Su Zu was standing on the runway with his waist crossed and looking around, Liang Junxin, a black and thin young man, walked up to Su Zu generously and stretched out his right hand to him.

"This is the first time I've lost to a player of the same level, Su Zu, right, you're very good." Mandarin is not standard, but it is spoken very frankly.

Su Zu stretched out his hand and shook it gently, "Thank you, it's just luck, everyone is about the same." ”

Fang Cai Su Zu has already seen the results on the timing card, Liang Junxin is 10.43 seconds, only half a position slower than him, without him, Liang Junxin will definitely win this final without suspense.

"Well, I'm leaving."

Liang Junxin nodded, turned around and ran towards the rest area of the Guangdong provincial team.

"You're not crying, are you?"

At the moment when Liang Junxin turned around and ran away, Su Zu noticed that the other party's eyes were slightly red. Think of a very cheerful young man, who will shed tears when he suddenly loses the game, and Su Zu is not sure.

Then there were finalists from several other places who came up to congratulate Su Zu. Thanks to the sportsmanship of "friendship first, competition second" instilled since childhood, except for a few players who put it aside early, most people can come up and shake hands with expressionless faces even if they grit their teeth with hatred in their hearts.

Of course, if you want to congratulate with a very graceful smile, you still need to practice for a few more years.

Rest area in Guangdong Province.

As soon as Liang Junxin returned to the rest area, he snatched the towel from Zhou Qiaosheng, the coach of Mediterranean hair loss, and sat on the chair with a slump of his ass, and the towel that wiped the sweat was spread out by him and covered his face.

"Not convinced?" Zhou Qiaosheng clasped his hands on his chest and sat next to Liang Junxin instead.

"Yes. I've never lost to my peers, let alone when he's younger than me. ”

Under the towel, the young man gasped for breath, but the voice that came out of his throat was a little choked.

"If you lose, then win it back next time, what kind of skill is it to hide here and cry?" Zhou Qiaosheng gently pulled the towel on Liang Junxin's face, but was grabbed by the other party with his hand.

"Who's crying?" The teenager, whose face was covered with a towel, was a little angry.

Zhou Qiaosheng smiled, let go of his hand, and subconsciously touched his hair, "Then you have the ability to take the towel off." ”

"Don't take it."

"If you don't take it, you'll cry."

"Didn't cry...... I just don't want to ......."

"Don't be afraid to lose once, you can recognize the gap, and win back next time."

A coach like Zhou Qiaosheng will not comfort the players with words like saying that the game is not important, and that you have done your best.

Athletes must have a strong sense of victory and defeat, that is, if they lose, they will regret it, they will be unwilling to cry bitterly, and they will be brave after shame, only in this way will they train harder and be more committed to the competition.

People who are in an indifferent mood and don't care about winning or losing, that's better than a race.

After Su Zu and the players in the same group came up to congratulate, they were about to walk towards the outside of the competition field, when they suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Su Zu, wait a minute."

Stopping in front of him was a man in a white shirt with leather shoes, trousers, and trousers, but although he was dressed formally, he wore a yellow woven straw hat on his head.

"Hello Su Zu, I'm Lu Jianming."

"Hello, Referee Lu, did I have a violation in the game just now?" Su Zu asked.

He had the impression of the man in front of him, who was the timekeeper of the finish line, mainly because of the obvious contrast between the opponent's hand-woven straw hat and the dress on his body. Most of the staff wore sports caps and baseball caps, but this one wore a straw hat that was common to old farmers.

Li Zhizhong and he have popularized science, in the official track race, there are many referees and responsible personnel at all stages, such as the chief starter, the starter, the recall starter, the assistant starter, the finish line photography referee, the referee, the finish recorder, and the timing referee.

"Oh no, it's fine." Lu Jianming shook his head, he was the timing referee, but he was not looking for Su Zu for this. "I'm mainly trying to find out, have you been training with the Pro Team?"

"Yes, in Hedao City." Su Zu replied, and when he heard that the other party did not say that he had a problem with the game, he immediately relaxed. As for the professional team training, if you want to run to 10.39 seconds, if you want to say that you practice by yourself, no one will believe that this result has entered the first sprinter level in China.

"And who is your coach?" Lu Jianming then asked.

"Li Zhizhong, I don't know if you've heard of it?" Su Zu replied.

"Li Zhizhong?" Lu Jianming thought for a moment and smiled at Su Zu, "Okay, I understand, you can go and rest quickly." Had a good run today, keep it up! ”

After Su Zu left, the timekeeper Lu Jianming quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Lao Yu, didn't you ask me to find any good seedlings for you in this Chinese Games? Just 100 meters in the men's field, a student ran 10.39 seconds, yes, you heard it right, it turned out that the record of the Chinese Games was broken. I just inquired, the coach of the Hedao City team seems to be called Li Zhizhong, you go back and find out. Alright, I'm hanging, and the 400m heats will start right here. ”

At this time, in a training center thousands of miles away, Yu Liwei put down his mobile phone in surprise.

"Coach Yu, what news surprised you so much?" Beside Yu Liwei, the young assistant coach looked at Yu Liwei's expression and asked with a smile.

"Oh, an old friend." Yu Liwei digested the information for a while, paused and said, "Xiao Zhang, you can help me send a competition invitation letter to the Hedao City track and field team." ”

"What game?" The young assistant coach was a little confused.

"Regarding the invitation to the National Track and Field Competition to be held in Baozhou next month, well, the athlete is Su Zu, and the head coach is Li Zhizhong."