Chung Hwa Stadium, Kyoto.

This is the largest and most luxurious and high-tech sports venue in the whole Greater China region, in addition to the standard sports field in the middle, the periphery can accommodate up to 300,000 people to watch the game, and the space folding building technology and private room live broadcast technology obtained from Alien Technology ensure that the audience can see the game clearly no matter which seat is on the field.

Mars was standing on the stadium track, looking up at the stands around him, imagining the crowds and cheers of the game.

"Be attentive!" The system popped up and said, "You're running out of time!" ”

"Ugh! Oh! Oh! Mars came to his senses from his reverie and came here today to adapt to the venue, not to play.

For track and field events that run through almost the entire Games, except for these few days, once the Games start, it is impossible to have time to train on site.

In the past few days, the time allocated to the track and field team of Hujiang University is also limited, and the time allocated to sprint events like Mars is even shorter.

The warm-up exercise had already been prepared, so Mars stood directly on the edge of the starting line, closed his eyes and shook his hands.

The assistant coach turned a blind eye, this guy has been engaged in this superstitious activity for many days. But he didn't know that Mars wasn't praying or anything, but just feeling the direction and speed of the wind, and then thinking about how to "resist the wind" while running.

"Your skill is too slow to activate!" The system complained. "The so-called skills have to be turned into abilities, where can you think like you for a long time!"

"Am I not unskilled...... "Mars replied wryly.

Indeed, the Wind Resistance skill is to borrow the power of the wind while running, so that you can run faster and easier. But as soon as Mars started running, he didn't have time to think about it, and he was afraid that he would run to the finish line without thinking about it.

The time is too short to practice, and in desperation, I can only experience the wind on the scene in advance and think of a strategy in advance.

Although this is much less effective than after skill, it is somewhat useful.

"Cut ......" the system sneered disdainfully, but did not continue to ramble.

Mars, who had completed the "activation" of his skills, walked to the track, prepared for the start on the starting gear, and when he heard the assistant coach's command, he ran out as if he were shooting an arrow.

Because he was only familiar with the field, Mars did not finish the whole distance, and usually slowed down slowly when he ran out.

"The track here has more friction than in school, so you can lean forward a little lower...... "The system gave him some suggestions based on his running this time, and told him the correct posture in the form of microcurrent prompts.

With this in mind, Mars felt that he had earned a lot.

Maybe the results of these analyses can also be analyzed by the masters of the school's physical education department, but where is the system so real-time, and when those results are waiting, I'm afraid that the daylilies are cold.

"Do it again!" Mars said to the assistant coach.

Finished the second run.

"What about the wind? What about the wind? What about the wind? The system shouted dissatisfied, and this time Mars remembered the prompt from the system, but forgot to use the wind.

"Okay~Again~" Mars said helplessly.

Third, fourth......

Mars practiced on the track until the end of his allotted time, and the system ridiculed him for "grinding the gun in battle", but Mars felt that this gun grinding was better than not grinding.

In the athletes' locker room in the stadium, change out of the sweat-soaked sports vest and change into a clean sweatshirt and sports coat, you don't dare to get sick these days, if you have a little cold, it will be miserable.

After waiting for the other athletes from Hujiang University who came to familiarize themselves with the venue to come out, they took the athletes' special minibus back to their place of residence.

Not far from the China Grand Stadium, where the athletes live, it is a closed hotel apartment known as the "Athletes' Village".

Because the athletes' village usually only provides accommodation for athletes of all levels who come to Kyoto to participate in competitions, in order to prevent the media from disturbing the athletes, the management is very strict, and there is only one gate for entering and exiting the entire community, and the corresponding documents must be provided to enter and exit.

There are more than 30 serviced apartments in the athletes' village, and the Department of Physical Education of Hujiang University lives in eight of them, and the small bus stops in front of the eight buildings directly according to the address told by the track and field team leader, and more than a dozen athletes get off the bus and prepare to return to their rooms to rest.

The minibus and the team leader didn't go, they had to pick up a wave of athletes to the sports field, while Mars and the others took the elevator back to their room.

"You can go back and rest for half an hour, then get ready for lunch, take a nap for an hour and a half after lunch, and then do the afternoon physical training." The cold voice of the system sounded in Mars's head again.

"Hey...... Do you want to be so strict? Mars protested.

In fact, because Mars is only a college athlete after all, although they are also registered athletes in service, they are still different from full-time athletes of official sports teams.

Although the professors have set up a training for each person according to the time and environment of the place, no one will be watching the execution, and it is all up to consciousness.

Athletes who need to cooperate in team events are fine, with dedicated coaches watching, while individual events like Mars are much more loosely managed.

Mars, on the other hand, was killed by the system in his mind that arranged the whole day's work and rest time, and when he saw other athletes sneaking out to go shopping, he couldn't do it.

"Not strict? Of course you can, but do you want a medal? The system's tone was even colder, "You're just a little more talented, and you're not an all-round superman, and I'm not a system that can turn you into a superman, if you don't train, where will you get a medal?" Without medals, where does the energy come from? How can I function without energy? If you really don't want to train, I can find someone else, anyway, there are many athletes here, and you're not the only one who has a little talent! ”

"Don't, don't!" Mars is very scared at this time, he wants to become a "global little flyer", if there is no system, this ideal can only become delusional.

"I'm just complaining, and I'm not really disobedient, don't be angry, and don't leave me!" Mars hurriedly apologized "shamelessly", and piled up all kinds of sycophants that could be thought of in his head to the system, for fear that this guy would "find a new love" if he was unhappy.

"Humph!" The system emitted a monosyllable and did not answer.

Mars shrunk his neck, obediently got out of the elevator and went back to the room to rest, not even daring to say half a sentence, hey, the world is big, the system is the biggest!