Wen Xu woke up before 6 o'clock in the morning. After a spring dream last night, I quickly fell asleep again, and I slept soundly.

Seeing that Yang Du, Zheng Li, and Sun Yao's three roommates were still sleeping, Wen Xu couldn't bear to be disturbed, so he got up lightly, washed, and went out.

Walking through the South District Canteen, walking through Buildings 12, 11, and 10, it is the sports field.

The scenes of those military training were replayed in my mind, but they were out of reach after all. The scenery has not changed, and the people are far away.

In the early morning, the sports field at this time is a little cold, and there are not many people who get up early to exercise.

Some people do leg presses on the steps on the side of the field, and some people do gymnastics in the middle of the field.

A few seniors or freshmen of the same class jogged around the playground, and the crisp sound of dong dong rhythmically spread into the distance.

When I was in high school, the school arranged morning self-study, and I didn't have time to exercise if I wanted to. Now, college life without early self-study is too good, so why not exercise and get fit!

Hearing that jogging can break through a person's limit if it is long, Wen Xu estimated that his limit was ten laps, so he joined the joggers.

The morning air is slightly cool, and the lawn smells sweet with a mixture of grass and earth. The first lap was very easy, and Wen Xu was thinking about whether ten laps was too little, and whether to add a few more laps.

Wen Xu likes to run. Because of his early development, he grew longer than his peers, and he always won the grade championship in the sports meetings of elementary and junior high schools. On the second lap, Wen Xu enjoyed the pleasant experience of jogging.

The morning light is faint, and the morning is still a little cold, but Wen Xu is a little hot. It would be nice if it was late autumn or winter, not to mention the third lap, it was a full ten laps, and it was estimated that there would be no sweat and no need to change clothes.

One lap is 400 meters, ten laps are 4000 meters. After the fourth lap, it was only 1600 meters, less than halfway. If it goes on like this, sweating can't be stopped, and changing clothes is inevitable. Thinking like this, Wen Xu was a little impatient again, and beads of sweat the size of beans came out and slowly slid down his forehead.

Wen Xu raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat that flowed down, and looked at the sturdy girl in front of him. When Wen Xu started jogging, she was always in front, and now she is still holding on to the front, and I don't know how many laps she has run.

It's just that her movements are noticeably slower, just like in slow motion in the movie.

On the fifth lap, I finally finished the race, and there was only half of it left! Wen Xu suddenly felt a burst of relief.

When he ran to the fifth and a half laps, a middle-aged man who was short, looked to be in his forties, and had a black mole on his right cheek passed by Wen Xu. He was carrying a long, black bag that resembled a guitar bag, and he didn't know what it contained.

The middle-aged man walked slowly through the sports field, walked to the two iron shelves next to the rostrum, and gently leaned the bag in his hand against the steps.

Turning around, facing the sports field, the middle-aged man raised his hands and did a few chest expansion exercises, then his legs were spread into a figure-eight shape, his right hand was crossed at the waist, his left hand was raised, his body was bent down to the right side, his body was bent back, and he was bent down again, and then he was replaced with his left hand at the waist, his right hand was raised, his body was bent down to the left side, and his body was bent back and bent down again.

After going back and forth like this, he crouched down again, straightened his left leg, rested his left hand on his knee, raised his right hand, and bent down to the left while doing a leg press with his left hand.

Looking at this somewhat familiar action, Wen Xu finally remembered, isn't this the radio gymnastics in high school? I immediately felt quite cordial.

In my junior year of high school, every morning during the big recess, all the students had to go to the playground to do radio gymnastics. Every time, Wen Xu went for the beautiful purpose of meeting the girl he had a crush on. Thinking of the sweet past, the corners of Wen Xu's mouth rose slightly, quite funny.

The radio gymnastics of that year is really nostalgic!

It's time for the seventh lap!

The middle-aged man walked to the iron shelf, stood with his left leg straight, stretched out his right leg, and placed it firmly on one of the railings of the iron shelf. He bent down at a ninety-degree right angle to his legs and began to press his legs.

Wen Xu passed in front of him, and he also had a trace of admiration for this middle-aged man who loved to do gymnastics and leg presses. Speaking of this leg press action at a 90-degree right angle, many young people have not tried it. Even if you try, it's hard to stick to it.

On the other hand, looking at this middle-aged man, looking at his relaxed appearance, it is obvious that it is not something that can be formed in a day or two.

Only, what exactly was in his long black bag? You don't need anything else to do gymnastics! Wen Xu became even more curious.