"Huh? Passed back? ”

Nie Fangping sat in his position, first stunned, as if he hadn't recovered from Fang Cai's confusion, and then after a short while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he jumped up from his seat almost instantly.

Twisting his somewhat fat body, he ran in front of the young man who shouted beyond him in three or two steps, and his legs and feet were so sensitive that he didn't look like an old man of this age at all.

"Alas, Coach Nie, slow down, slow down!" The young man who was standing on the sidelines shouting was startled and hurriedly shouted at him.

Where can Nie Fangping still hear it, he has been waiting for several days, and finally there is news here, he has long been impatient in his heart, as soon as he ran in front of this young man, his hands suddenly grabbed the other party's arm, and all kinds of problems crackled directly out of his mouth.

"Xiao Yang, what's the situation? How's the result? In the 400 meters, did the team member I brought make it to the finals? You give me a call, and I'll go directly to the field management center to find you. ”

"Coach Nie, don't worry, let go first!"

Yang Xiaohua was a little confused by Nie Fangping's non-standard Mandarin, so he could only comfort a few words again and again, this old coach he had met several times in the past few days, although he was anxious before, but this would be exciting like this, it was really beyond his expectations.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiao Yang, I'm a little too anxious."

Nie Fangping also noticed that he was a little abrupt, sneered, and slowly let go of the hands that were holding the other party's arms, a little embarrassed.

"It's fine." Yang Xiaohua shook his arm slightly, looked at Nie Fangping's expression, and couldn't help but joke with a smile, "Coach Nie, you really teach track and field, this skill is quick enough." ”

"I'm an old arm and leg, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and tell me how your grades are."

Nie Fangping took a small step back and looked at Yang Xiaohua, but the eagerness on his face couldn't be hidden.

In the past few days since the World Junior Championships, Nie Fangping has been waiting for the results of the World Junior Championships to come back, he went to the Athletics Management Center for a while, and only knew about the men's shot put gold medal a few days ago, and didn't know anything else.

Nie Fangping had met the young man named Xiao Yang in front of the Tianguan Center a few times, and he was a little familiar with each other, so he left a phone number for the other party before, saying that if there was any news from the World Junior Championships, he must be informed. As a result, he didn't expect the other party to run directly to the track and field of the training bureau to find him.

"Okay, okay."

Yang Xiaohua smiled, he saw the old coach's anxiety everywhere these days, and it was also good news this time, he didn't call anymore, and ran directly.

As he spoke, he took out a copy of his folded report card from the pocket of his shirt and shirt, and was just about to hand it to Nie Fangping, when he saw that Nie Fangping had already reached out impatiently and grabbed it, and opened it by himself.

"This old man is really quick-tempered." Yang Xiaohua shook his head with a smile, stood aside, and quietly watched Nie Fangping open the paper, and did not make a sound to disturb.

At this moment, in the somewhat empty track and field field, footsteps and talking began again.

Qian Zengyi returned to the track and field of the training bureau with a few team members, and it seemed that he had eaten breakfast and rested for a while.

first saw Yang Xiaohua on the sidelines, he recognized the other party, and asked first: "Xiao Yang, why did you come here today?" ”

Then he glanced at Nie Fangping again, this old coach should have gone to dinner at this time, but he didn't know why he was still there today, and asked casually, "Coach Nie is still there, what are you looking at?" ”

Nie Fangping didn't answer, his head tilted back slightly, and he kept the report card in his hand as far away as possible, he was a little old-fashioned, he didn't wear glasses when he went out today, and it was a little difficult to read the small words on the paper.

On the contrary, Yang Xiaohua on the side replied with a smile: "The results of the first two days of the World Junior Championships have come back, so I will send them over to Coach Nie to see." ”

"Yo, that's fast enough, how's it going, have you paid off?" Qian Zengyi was somewhat interested when he heard that it was the World Junior Championships.

Although the World Junior Championships and the World Youth Championships are not the same concept, they are also world-class competitions under the IAAF, and they belong to the eighth level of the IAAF like the domestic indoor World Championships.

"The current results are two golds and one bronze, and there is still one day left in the competition." Yang Xiaohua said simply.

"That's okay." Qian Zengyi nodded, knowing that this result was not bad, after all, domestic track and field projects have always been weak. As he spoke, he glanced at Nie Fangping, who was reading the report card next to him, smiled, and asked, "Coach Nie, how is the player you brought with you?" I think it was a sprint event, it wasn't easy, and it was nice to be in the semi-finals and finals. ”

Nie Fangping put down the report card in his hand with a serious face, and shook his head a little helplessly, "This stinky boy is not suitable for the first time to participate in such a competition, and he only ran the third ...... in the men's 400 meters."

"Oh, third......" Qian Zengyi nodded with a smile, and suddenly his expression changed, "Wait, third, this is a card?" ”

"Ah, it should be." Nie Fangping nodded, and pretended to be surprised as he glanced at Yang Xiaohua next to him, as if asking the other party, "Xiao Yang, did you win the bronze medal?" ”

"It's a bronze medal." Yang Xiaohua couldn't hold back a smile and nodded, "The results have also passed the athlete level, which is a very good result according to age." ”

"Well, that's right. Okay, Coach Qian, we'll go first. Nie Fangping's expression was faint, he nodded at Qian Zengyi, and did not continue to talk about this topic.

turned to Yang Xiaohua and started a family routine, "Xiao Yang, let me tell you, this person is old, so he won't be hungry." You didn't have breakfast, let's go, let's go. There is a breakfast shop outside the training bureau, I have looked at it several times, and there are quite a lot of people. Let me tell you, I have been famous for this old Yanjing's bean juice fritters for a long time, try it. Oh, Coach Qian, I'm leaving, don't delay your training. ”

"Coach Qian, I'm leaving." Yang Xiaohua said the same thing to Qian Zengyi, followed Nie Fangping's footsteps, and continued, "Coach Nie, this bean juice, I'm afraid you can't get used to it, then our old Yanjing talents are suitable for taste, but you can try it......"

Only Qian Zengyi was left looking at the backs of the two leaving, and stood there stunned.

It seemed that after a while, several female athletes under his command ran over and shouted at him, "Coach, coach, what are we practicing today?" ”

Qian Zengyi only came back to his senses at this time, looked at the back of Nie Fangping leaving, and couldn't help muttering, "Hey, this old man, can make him ......angry."