Born to Run

　　 “Ye Qin, don’t be burdened with thoughts, let go and run later!”

　　 On the evening of July 11, on the edge of the warm-up track in the inspection area, Ye Lidong stuck the white number plate on Ye Chin’s chest and back. The number is very auspicious, number 100.

　　 “Your performance is already very good. Whether it’s today’s 400 meters or the next 200 meters, you just need to play at your own level. You don’t have a ranking requirement.”

　　 Ye Lidong patted Ye Qin’s back lightly, giving him the last psychological comfort before going on the court.

　　 “Thank you Ye Gui, I have no burden, you don’t need to decompress me anymore!”

　　 Ye Qin smiled at Ye Lidong after he put the number plate on the opponent, shook his arm quickly in place, turned his head and went straight to the runway to start a simple warm-up.

Since this morning, Ye Lidong has talked to him alone many times. It is empty as if this is to win glory for the country, to the point that he wants to perform well, and trivially said don’t be nervous, his performance is already good enough. .

　　 Ye Qin is already a little bit less fond of listening, and he feels a little bit greasy in his heart.

“If it was Coach Nie, it would definitely not be so long-winded.” Ye Qin secretly slandered himself. Although he and Nie Fangping had only practiced for a few months, they had a tacit understanding with each other. Nie Fangping’s personality is simple and straightforward and will only explain in advance. She would never talk to him so much before going on the court.

But Ye Qin also knows that this is from the concern of the two leaders of the representative team. Without too much contact with everyone, such a contest, whether it is Zhou Bin yesterday or Ye Lidong today, is giving him his own way. stress reliever.

　　 Although young people inevitably hate repeated preaching, he can still feel the kindness of some people during this year.

　　 Especially when he was cheering on the sidelines yesterday, Ye Lidong and the other coaches and players cheered from the bottom of their hearts, which moved people’s hearts.

　　 “This kid…” Ye Lidong watched Ye Qin step onto the runway and started the inherent warm-up rhythm. He couldn’t help but shook his head with a smile. This boy of the same surname was really born for the big scene.

Yesterday’s 400m preliminaries led Ye Qin to warm up Zhou Bin. I chatted with him after the game. Among the dozen or so young players, Ye Qin had the most relaxed performance before going on the field. I can’t believe that this young man from the mountain ditch can be so relaxed and stable when he is about to play.

After arriving in Sherbrooke, he and the athletes in the team basically talked one by one in a familiar way to guide them not to have too much psychological burden, but Ye Chin… seems to be only in the field management center, and also on the plane and As soon as I arrived in Sherbrooke, life seemed a little restrained, but when I arrived at the stadium, people seemed to be like birds out of the cage, especially relaxed.

　　 Warm up and run 200 meters, short distance, high efficiency, and then do two sets of starting acceleration, basically it is almost the same.

Running 400 meters puts a heavy load on the body. To be honest, every time Ye Qin runs 400 meters, when his body reaches the final 100-meter sprint, he has a lot of lactic acid backlog, shortness of breath, and the lungs are burning. The feeling is actually the same. it’s painful.

It’s just that he can bear it. Compared with the 400-meter physical training and the over-distance speed endurance training, this bit of suffering in the course of the game passes quickly, and the experience from childhood to adulthood makes him willing Tough, stood on the track and started running, even if the body is uncomfortable, he will keep running.

　　 On the warm-up track, the friction of spikes and plastic sounded from time to time.

　　 In addition to Ye Qin, the same group of players who are about to play like him are also undergoing the final warm-up.

Ye Qin saw a figure I saw yesterday. The tall black teenager was also on the runway. The two of them were warming up along the plastic track in tandem. Ye Qin followed behind each other. It can be seen that the stride brought by the opponent’s long legs is really amazing.

Suddenly, “Oh,” Ye Qin saw that the black teenager running in front suddenly slowed down, his body swayed, from a trot to a one-legged jump, his hands clasped his thighs, and his face showed pain. color.

　　 “Is this hurt?”

　　 Ye Qin was slightly startled, and hurriedly slowed down, and walked towards the other party.

“Hi!”

Ye Qin yelled to the black teenager. Although he started to learn English from junior high school and did it in the first year of high school, he just stayed on textbooks and doing questions. The typical traditional “dumb” English, Ye Qin didn’t know for a while. How to express. He could only point his leg with a finger, and his eyes were questioning.

　　 The black boy saw Ye Qin come over and waved his hand quickly, as if his expression suddenly became a little more nervous. A bunch of English came out in a grunting mouth, and the speed of speaking was very fast, Ye Qin only probably understood the meaning of thank you, no need.

　　 “Let me help you!”

　　 After searching and thinking for a long time, Ye Qin finally came up with such a simple English sentence in his mind. He pointed his finger at his shoulder as he spoke, and motioned to help him aside to rest.

　　 “NO, NO!”

　　 The black boy’s complexion became more and more exciting. It didn’t look like pain, but a bit more impatient and helpless.

　　 Ye Qin didn’t pay much attention to this, and stepped forward to reach out and grab the opponent’s hand, motioning to put it on his shoulder and help him to the sidelines.

　　 As a result, the black teenager suddenly stopped with his feet, took two steps backwards, and waved his hand again.

　　 “Huh? Are you okay?”

　　 Ye Qin was a little taken aback by the other party’s performance. He just looked at the painful expression and didn’t look like a fake.

　　 At this moment, a black man with a strong build and a bit like an NBA center shark roared loudly from the sidelines.

　　 “Yose, don’t play any tricks anymore, hurry up and warm up!”

　　 Ye Qin didn’t quite understand the next few words except for “Yose” which seemed to be a name.

But after he saw the roar of the black man on the sidelines, the black teenager in front of him turned his head helplessly, blinked, and patted his thigh lightly, as if saying that he had no problem with his grin. A mouthful of white teeth, smiled, and continued to run along the track.

　　 “Is this pretend?!”

　　 Ye Qin was a little speechless. He didn’t understand what the black boy was doing, but he also knew at this time that the black boy had just pretended to be.

　　 Ye Qin didn’t care about the language barrier. He just looked at the black boy a little bit funny.

　　 An episode soon passed, and Ye Qin was still warming up according to the rhythm~www.wuxiax.com~ Soon it was time to roll in and prepare for admission.

　　 There are a total of three teams in the men’s 400m semi-finals. The competition times are at 18:15, 18:22 and 18:29.

　　 Yeqin was in the first group of the semi-finals. Standing in the queue about to enter the stadium, he saw the black teenager named “Yose” again. The opponent and him were players in the same group.

　　 Youssé-Bot was the last to arrive after the roll call. He is more than 1.95 meters tall, which is almost a head taller than other players of the same age.

　　 He also saw the yellow boy who kindly came over to help him when he warmed up and pretended to be injured, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

　　 “It’s a shame my wonderful performance!”

　　 The black teenager thought about the perfect plan to pretend to be injured and retired last night with Michael Garner. Everything went perfectly, and his expressions and movements were in place. But what I didn’t expect was that after being enthusiastically joined by this yellow race to help, he was completely destroyed.

　　 When he waved his hand to refuse the other party’s help, he walked a few steps naturally, and was seen by Coach McNeill from the sidelines, and his trick was revealed at a glance.

　　 But he didn’t have any ill feelings towards this yellow race boy. Instead, he felt that he was pretty good. After all, he was kind.

　　 And the coach just told him that no matter whether he wants to run or not, he must participate in the race according to the regulations. If he does not run 400 meters, then the 200 meters will be disqualified.

　　 “It’s very risky, if you retire, it will be troublesome! 400 meters can not run, 200 meters can not, I still want to break the world junior record here!”

　　 The black boy secretly rejoiced, already thinking about the performance waiting for the meeting, and the 200-meter preliminaries he most wanted to run starting tomorrow.