And, at this moment.

Yi Ming was driving a car, shuttling quickly through the intricate elevated highway like a giant dragon entrenched in the streets of Hongchuan.

His weather-beaten classic car actually soared out of the fighter jet, like a ball of lightning, whizzing over the elevated road.

The registration for the city's high school sports league has been closed early not long ago.

Now, he can only seek connections, go to the city track and field team training ground, find a bigwig-level coach, and let him help.

……

After a quick ride, Yi Ming's car finally arrived at the door of a huge open-top gymnasium.

This gymnasium, called Hongchuan Sports Center, is located on the outskirts of the city, but it is unusually high-end.

Not only many city-level competitions are often held here, but also many sports festivals across the country will be held here.

"Ready, smack!"

As soon as Imin stepped into the towering gates of the stadium, he heard a crisp starting gun.

Two tall, thin, swarthy sports students started at the same time at the end of the track.

All of a sudden, they were like unleashed black horses, speeding on the brand-new red runway.

It is worth mentioning that this is also a dream training place for many sports students.

The most prestigious and experienced coaches in the country will train the students of the sports school in the Hongchuan Stadium.

"11.5 seconds, 11.7 seconds!"

A tall man, standing at the finish line, pinched his watch and said in a deep voice.

This man is Hongchuan's well-known coach, Coach Xie Wenhong.

As the national top 100m champion, after retiring, he successfully transformed into a coach, helping more sports students to soar to the sky in a higher field.

"At the start, don't look up too early, don't fold your legs too much, and actively move forward to pick up the ground......

The coach walked up to the two panting sports students and said patiently: "The next time you run, you must pay attention!"

"Brother Hong!"

Seeing Xie Wenhong, who was still engrossed in guiding his classmates and didn't find himself, Yi Ming hurriedly stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Hong, don't come to harm!"

"Yo ho, old Yi......"

Xie Wenhong turned his head, and when he saw Yi Ming, he couldn't help laughing: "Is there something wrong with running so far to find me?"

"What else could be the matter?"

Yi Ming smiled awkwardly and said: "Isn't the registration for the Hongchuan High School Sports League already closed, I will help a classmate from our school to register for a name, and I hope that Brother Xie will be accommodating......

"Sign up?"

Xie Wenhong touched his chin, then motioned for the two classmates to start, and then turned to Yi Ming and said, "This is the ...... It's not easy to do, besides, apart from Chu Muxuan, your Ice Emperor doesn't have any sports talents, why do you bother......"

"You ......"

These words made Yi Ming feel like a fish in his throat.

However, Xie Wenhong was not wrong. This kind of sports league for high school students is used to brush medals for sports students, and an untrained student, unless he is a genius, it is impossible to compete with a well-trained sports student.

Yi Ming wiped his face, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to beg again and again: "Do me a favor, Brother Xie, just add another quota......"

"I'm afraid this won't work, the list has already been reported, and I can't help it!"

"Oh, dude." This made Yi Ming anxious, he hurriedly took Coach Xie's hand, and said to him with a dead face: "What kind of friendship do you think we had before?" When I was at the sports academy, I wore a pair of pants! Why can't you help this little thing? ”

"It's not that I don't want to help you!"

Xie Wenhong replied to Yi Ming skillfully pinching the watch, and then said expressionlessly: "We have regulations, there is really no way."

"Huh? That's ......."

Yi Ming was very disappointed, he couldn't help but secretly clench his fists, and he was very indignant in his heart.

What kind of classmates are these? When we used to train together, we were like good buddies.

After becoming such a famous coach, he turned his face and didn't recognize people, and he didn't even want to help with this little favor?

Is it the distortion of human nature, or the degradation of morality!

It's so chilling.

Still, Yimin didn't want to give up. While secretly stretching out a finger underneath, he shook Xie Wenhong's arm and said repeatedly: "This count...... Is it enough? ”

"It's not a matter of money...... Xie Wenhong said with a sad face: "Look at you, you have affected the training of our city team."

When Yi Ming heard this, his face turned blue!

Your city team is amazing, isn't it?

It's like the national team.

He pursed his lips, turned one finger into five, and begged, "Is this enough?"

"I said Yimin!" Xie Wenhong had a smile and a crying expression on his face: "Aren't you all the money in the hands of your wife?" Not long ago, your shorts were full of holes, when did you become so rich? ”

“……”

Lao Tzu is special......

You're barefoot!

Yi Ming's face became more and more ugly.

What's wrong with the hole in Lao Tzu's pants?

Thrift is a virtue!

If it weren't for Lao Tzu begging you to do something, otherwise, I would definitely give you a look at it!

"Haha......"

Yi Ming held back his anger and said: "I recently met a very powerful stock god, that's a lot of money every day!"

"No wonder!"

Xie Wenhong was stunned for two seconds, and then clapped his hands and said: "I have been trading stocks recently, and I always lose money, can you ...... Let him teach me? ”

Hehe, see the money and open your eyes!

Imin snorted.

However, he still agreed: "Yes, but you have to help me report my name first!"

"Come on, I'll help you say, that's it." Xie Wenhong said helplessly: "However, if this thing is not successful, you can't complain about me."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Yi Ming immediately nodded frantically and said, "Thank you, Brother Xie......"

……

And, at this moment.

Ice Emperor High School, the seventh class of the second year of high school.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

The small classroom was filled with laughter.

This place, which was originally a battlefield, became a place of triumphant return in a short instant.

All the students sang and danced, as if the whole country was celebrating.

"Hey, big and bun!"

Ma Chao jumped in front of the classroom, hammered the lectern that had peeled off the paint, and shouted excitedly: "Congratulations to Brother Long, return to single!"

"Congratulations to Brother Long~ for returning to single!"

As soon as his words fell, many people echoed him, and the loud voice was like a burst of thunder, shaking the ceiling.

Almost everyone was happy.

However, only the two victims, Tang Long and the podium, were uncomfortable.

Especially on the podium, not only had to endure the aimless beating of the teachers of various subjects, but also had to be hit hard by Ma Chao, a sumo wrestler.

It's too hard.