Born to Run

The night is getting colder!

On a track and field field outside the Shuangqing City Representative Team's resident, a well-proportioned young man with a tall forehead was repeatedly training to accelerate running on the track.

The pace of running is very fast, every time you speed up and run in a quiet night, you can hear the sound of the opponent's feet pedaling **** the running aid.

"He Jun, stop practicing!"

Zhao Wuyang looked at the young athlete in front of him and couldn't help but shook his head. After seeing that the other party didn't seem to hear his own voice, he added another sentence, "You just finished the 100-meter final today. Accumulate sharpness and prepare for the 200 meters tomorrow."

The sound of fast footsteps sounded on the track, and it was another 40-meter acceleration run. The youth in the field slowly stopped, panting heavily, and walked towards Zhao Wuyang next to him, "Coach Zhao, Why are you here?"

"I don't have to look at the time. You finished the 100-meter semi-finals and finals today. Now when your body really needs to rest and adjust, if you practice like this, there will be no energy to run 200 meters tomorrow."

"It's okay, Master." The young man named He Jun smiled casually, "Tomorrow there will be a 200-meter preliminaries, I will definitely be able to qualify, just run and run. Tomorrow night I will rest well, I will be better than two today. 100 meters in the field, the required training volume has not yet reached, I think I can run more."

"Don't practice! Go back and rest quickly."

Zhao Wuyang shook his head, really helpless for the kid in front of him. The training is very hard and hard, and there is no need for him to supervise anything, but he is too hard and diligent, which makes him a little worried as a coach.

"Also, don't raise your tail. You won the gold medal for 100 meters today, but it is not so easy to win the gold medal for 200 meters. You have to keep your body in shape."

After the men’s 400-meter final tonight, followed by the men’s 100-meter final, He Jun won a precious gold medal for Shuangqing City. Zhao Wuyang was naturally proud as a coach. The leader of a representative team wanted to praise He Jun, but in a blink of an eye, no one else could be found.

It was Zhao Wuyang, the coach in charge who was familiar with He Jun. He didn't even think about it. He ran to the track and field field behind the station and saw that the kid was training.

"Don't worry, Master, the 200m gold medal is definitely mine. This is not a full championship. I don't know how many players under the age of 20 can beat me."

He Jun stood there and jumped slightly, slackened some tight muscles, smiled and stretched out his arm to put his arm around Zhao Wuyang's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Go, sweat all over, stay away from me."

Zhao Wuyang threw off the opponent's arm in disgust, and his tone became a little solemn, "Don't be careless, I saw a very promising player in the 400m final before your 100m final tonight."

"Who?" He Jun glanced at Zhao Wuyang curiously, "Liang Chao? Tan Zhongbiao? Liu Dapeng? I know these two. They run 400 meters well, but 200 meters are not good at speed."

"It's not them." Zhao Wuyang shook his head and looked at the neon and lights flashing outside the track and field. There was a reminiscence in his eyes, "He Jun, do you remember the first World Junior Tournament you participated in? "

"Remember, how can I not remember, that was the first time I went abroad." He Jun said with a smile, "What's the matter, Master?"

In 1999, after He Jun won the men's 100m championship at the National Youth Track and Field Championships, he followed Zhao Wuyang to Poland as a representative of the Chinese team.

That was the first time this teenager from Shuangqing City won a national championship, and it was also the first time he went abroad. One can imagine his mood.

"I remember that during the World Junior Championships, the men's one-two-hundred-meter event you participated in didn't make it to the final, right?" Zhao Wuyang suddenly asked in a low voice.

He Jun glanced at Zhao Wuyang in surprise, "Master, what do you mean? Someone has made it to the finals in this year's World Junior Championships?"

"More than just entering the finals, I also won the bronze medal, and it is not one item, it is two items, men's 200 meters and men's 400 meters." Zhao Wuyang said quietly, with a little unusual meaning in his tone.

"Impossible!" The astonishment on He Jun's face became stronger. "I remember that my top three results in the men's 100 meters in the World Junior Championship were 10 seconds 40, 10 seconds 42 and 10 seconds 43, 200 meters. The first three results were 20.72, 21.09 and 21.16. I am almost at this level now."

He Jun did not pay attention to the situation of this year's World Junior Championships. In four years, he has grown from a young athlete to a professional sprinter, and he is one of the best sprinters in China, so naturally he will not look down on him again. Level of competition.

But in the first competition, he used to compete as a representative, and as a domestic professional sprinter, he also understands the gap between domestic and international players.

To put it bluntly, the current level of the best domestic sprinters is basically at the same level as the top three in the World Junior Championships, and even the runners in the World Junior Championships may have better results.

And now, Zhao Wuyang suddenly said that among the contestants tomorrow, there is a contestant who has won two bronze medals in the World Junior Championships, and he can't help but be surprised.

"The results of the World Junior Championships cannot be faked, and I watched him in the men's 400-meter final tonight. He has a very good talent and is still in a rising period. You have high hopes for the 200-meter race the day after tomorrow. Chain!"

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"My friend, can you stop being there all the time? It’s a 100-meter race. You won’t only run this one. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it’s not a men’s 200-meter race. You win." Just come back!"

At the same time, in the bedroom of the hotel where the Harbin City Representative Team resided on the other side, Li Jianping watched Liu Dapeng, who had been calm after leaving the Helong Stadium and returned to the hotel, and couldn't help but tugged at him. voice.

"I just staggered when I started, otherwise I would definitely not lose to He Jun." Liu Dapeng slammed the mattress, his face flashed with resentment.

He and He Jun are old acquaintances. From the beginning of the National Youth Championship to the National Grand Prix and National Championships in the past two years, there have been many encounters. I dare not say that there are more wins and fewer losses, but he has always been with He Jun. It's all in between.

But in the men’s 100-meter final of the City Games tonight, the champion was He Jun with a score of 10.46 seconds. Somehow, he didn’t step on his left foot a little bit at the moment of the start, saying that he staggered is an exaggeration. But for the men's 100-meter sprint, even a little bit of unsmoothness will affect the final results. He only ran for 10 seconds 54, which was second.

If He Jun’s score in this game was better and could score within 10 seconds 40, Liu Dapeng would not be so irritable. The key is that He Jun did not run very well. With a score of 10 seconds 46, he had ran a lot before. Times. If he didn't have that unexpected situation at the start, he would definitely win the championship.

"Dear friend, it's been a while since the game ended. You have taken a shower, and now you sleep well, still wanting to do so much?"

Li Jianping curled his lips and was quite dissatisfied with Liu Dapeng's performance. It was normal for the athletes to refuse to admit defeat. That was normal, but the game was over and he was still immersed in chagrin. This mentality was a bit undesirable.

It is true that the men's 100-meter gold medal in the City Games is very heavy, but Liu Dapeng said that he staggered. Li Jianping saw the game from the beginning to the end. He saw the game clearly, and did not find that Liu Dapeng had such an unexpected situation.

Besides, what you need to do in a sprint competition is the most meticulous preparations, and every aspect of the details is in place. Since there are mistakes, it must be your own problem. Just reflect on the improvement, and sulking there like an old lady. Li Jianping was a little bit look down on.

"Ugh……"

Liu Dapeng sighed again, "Jianping, the 100m is the event where I have the most chance to win the championship. If I didn't get it, the 200m would be under pressure."

A lot of things are like this. At that moment, he was so close to the championship, so close to playing at the level of a normal game, running 10 seconds 42 and 10 seconds 43, which are all properly able to win the championship, but the critical moment is bad. A little bit.

He sighed here. For some reasons, he didn't tell Li Jianping. He talked to him in the team before he came. If he can win the gold, his bonus and treatment will be further improved. For a person like him who has come out of a former laid-off family, being able to continuously earn money to improve the conditions at home has always been the main motivation for him to practice sprinting.

"I'm afraid of pressure. You don't know your level, Da Peng. Let go and run. Anyway, you will be able to make it to the final. But don't worry, there is still me in the 200 meters, and I will help you report it. If you want to kill him with a single stone, you can kill that boy He Jun."

"Fuck!" Liu Dapeng was enlightened by Li Jianping one after another, and the annoyance in his heart seemed to be resolved a lot, and he smiled and cursed, "Except you want to do He Jun, you don't want to do me."

"I think I definitely want to. I really want to take a gold medal and go back. When I retired, I can have a good place with this gold medal. I have urged a few times at home, so that I can build a good relationship with the leader, and I can enter the system in the future. "Li Jianping leaned against the head of the bed and said slowly, "But the 200-meter champion is not easy to get, besides He Jun, there are other players!"

"It's not like what your kid said!"

Liu Dapeng raised his head slightly and glanced at Li Jianping. Li Jianping is a special 200-meter athlete, and Liu Dapeng is a 100-meter special. Both are athletes from the same city and are similar in age. They often train and compete together when they are in the team.

On the 100m ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Liu Dapeng crushed Li Jianping, but on the 200m, the difference between the two is not big, and occasionally Li Jianping's results are better than him.

At 200 meters, Li Jianping, except for the man who served Shenghai's 200 meters first, didn't pay much attention to other people, including him. It's still hard to say that.

Li Jianping looked at Liu Dapeng, who had recovered a little bit, and couldn't help but laugh, "You kid just posted for a long time. I didn't listen to the words of the team leader and coach at all. There is a teenager in Zuohai, who took the 400m place today. Three."

"Well, third place? What then?" Liu Dapeng nodded, as if he didn't quite understand.

"Then the coaches went to look at his previous results. He was also third in the men's 200 meters in the World Junior Championships in July this year, with a result of 21.12 seconds!"

"Oh!"

After hearing it for 21 seconds and 12, Liu Dapeng couldn't help hissing lightly.

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