Superstars of Tomorrow

There was a person behind him. Fang Zhao paid attention to it for a while, then put it aside. He didn't feel threatened from the other person, so he let the other person run after him.

In the middle of the night, the towering hotels around were still brightly lit, but there were fewer and fewer people in this small park, and there were only two running figures left.

Fang Zhao ran laps in the park, and this quiet environment made it easier to think about problems.

During the period of coming to Mars Island, I have gained a lot. I not only learned about the teamwork method of this kind of project, gained a lot of experience, but also learned more composition skills from other people.

The sports arena in Mars Continent is more intense than those in other continents, especially the atmosphere that cannot be felt in other continents. For the members of their team, it is a valuable source of inspiration, an experience that video recorders cannot bring them.

Fang Zhao didn't know what was going on with the others, but he already had a clue on his own side.

Recalling the scenes in the arena that I have seen in my mind, even if I just sit in the stands, I can feel the collision of heartbeat and sweat, and the joy of advancing. The light emitted by the wanton burning of physical fitness and fighting spirit is so dazzling. Countless voices erupted from the arena and passed by.

Intense, soothing, high-pitched, low-pitched, a section of melody appears in the mind, and the rhythm of the melody changes from time to time. Both feet, also follow the music floating in the brain, running on the beat.

Fang Zhao came here to run, and there is no clear purpose of exercising, it is more casual. When this kind of inspiration is active, the body will follow the inspiration.

However, Fang Zhao himself was happy, but the people behind him were confused.

At the beginning, the kid was still humming a little tune, studying Fang Zhao's running skills. Although he himself is not a real professional athlete, and he didn't know or care about the long-distance running skills in professional sports before, he also received short-term professional guidance after signing with the club.

"Tsk, it looks like an outsider." After observing Fang Zhao's running style for a while, the man came to a conclusion in his heart.

After three laps, he watched Fang Zhao in front of him begin to speed up, and his somewhat sloppy mind was lifted, and he was a little excited.

Speed ​​up! Simulated sprint yet!

Thinking of this, he also speeded up. This kind of experience of running with passers-by is not bad.

After a while, I felt something was wrong again.

Is the time for this simulated sprint a little longer?

After a few more laps, Fang Zhao began to slow down.

The man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: it can be regarded as the end of the rush. This is to leave after a while?

However……

After Fang Zhao slowed down for a few laps, he started to speed up again.

That person: "??"

again?

He just watched Fang Zhao run round and round like this, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes speeding up for a long time, sometimes only a short half-turn.

Are you kidding me? !

He quickly stopped the person in front and told him: Brother, that's not how you run! You can't run for long like this!

However, for an hour, two hours, Fang Zhao continued.

For Fang Zhao, who lives with a symphony orchestra in his head, the brain activity is like this——

A tune passed. This paragraph is good...but there are some things that need to be revised.

Later, the modified version went through in my head, and again, and again... There are a few small places.

The second revised version has gone through twice in my mind... Okay, the next... Hey, this place is wrong...

Modify...over N times...repair...over N times...

As a result, the pace of stepping on the beat is sometimes fast, sometimes slowed down, sometimes accelerated for a long time, and sometimes just accelerated and then slowed down.

At the same time, the mood of the person running behind him is like this -

Satisfied... Curiosity... Speechless... Bad premonition... Feeling very stressed... The body starts to get tired... The last stubbornness... Mania...

The one in front is still running!

Speeding up the fuck again... and slowing down...

ah ah ah ah -

This runs completely without any logic!

What do you want! Sneakers to play!

Later, the manic strength was gone.

It feels like the heart and lungs are about to strike.

My heart rate was rising, I was exhausted, and every muscle in my body was protesting.

I can't, I can't run anymore, my feet are almost out of control!

Seeing being thrown farther and farther, the people behind finally gave up and continued chasing, and moved heavily to the bench next to him to sit down, eyes filled with endless confusion, and the whole person was in a trance.

The physical condition that he thought he was blessed with, and the strong physical reserves brought about by running all the year round, were turned into scum in seconds at this moment.

He was just like a stone sculpture, with a dull gaze, following Fang Zhao's figure, watching Fang Zhao continue to run, laps, laps, laps...

At this time, he suddenly understood the phrase "there is a long way to go" that the manager who signed him once said. Sure enough, as everyone said, the top competitive circle in Mars Continent is not so easy to squeeze into. There are so many talented athletes, how many can really squeeze in the end? There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. The strong are even stronger, and a mountain is higher than a mountain!

Just out for a night run, the passers-by you meet have monster-like physical abilities! This is still not ranked! In the real Mazhou top competitive circle, those god-like professional athletes, aren't they geniuses above geniuses, monsters above monsters?

Sitting on a bench in a small park, for the first time, he looked at this road of professional athletes with a serious attitude and a pilgrimage mentality.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Zhao's pace finally slowed down until he stopped.

Looking at the hazy sky, Fang Zhao took a deep breath. Listening to the sound of seeds breaking out of the ground, and the movement of the wind blowing through the branches, the world is so beautiful that people are fascinated.

At this time, there were only two people in the small park, besides Fang Zhao himself, and the passerby on the bench by the grass.

The passer-by, Fang Zhao, knew that he had followed for a while before, but he stopped running. He sat on a chair to rest and didn't leave. He just sat there like a lost little beast cub.

Children now.

Fang Zhao thought in his heart and smiled over there.

The "lost little beast cub" sitting on the bench recovered from his contemplation, his face moved, and he looked at Fang Zhao's eyes, as if he was looking at some terrible creature.

After hesitating for a while, he still said, "You... how do you feel now?"

"It's okay." Fang Zhao recalled.

The "lost little beast cub" felt another stab in the chest, and his vision slowly collapsed.

How can this be "not bad", Fang Zhao looks so refreshed!

"You..." Fang Zhao also planned to take care of the children.

"No, I don't want to talk to you now!" The other party got up and ran away.

In a certain club, the manager stood at the door with a livid face. The newly signed seedlings are a thorn in the side.

This kind of talented seedling has a stronger foundation than many people. After two years of training... No, he might be released to compete next year. Such a good seedling, he plans to cultivate as a secret weapon .

He already knew that the rookie outperformed others in the club competition yesterday. A genius has the arrogance of a genius, the more so, the more it needs to be polished. Before that, this potential seedling can't be cocky.

What else did you say to go out for a night run, and you can run all night? Shit!

The manager was thinking about how to train people later, when the man in the retro punk sweater appeared in his sight, but before he could speak, the other party seemed to use all his strength to sigh vicissitudes of life: "The Continent of Competitiveness really Well-deserved reputation! Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

The manager who was thinking of sternly reprimanding him today: "..."

Why did this newcomer who sees people with his nostrils have such a deep understanding overnight?

"I feel that my heart has been hit indelibly! I finally understand what you said, manager! You are right!" the newcomer said excitedly.

Manager: "..." What did I say?

Although I don't remember what I said, but the manager looked at the newly signed young seedling who was hit hard, and gave affirmation: "You are really a very capable and talented athlete!"

The newcomer was about to cry, "No! Manager, you don't need to comfort me, I know I'm really bad! I'm so bad!"

Manager: "..." Have you ever thought about the feelings of those people in the club whom you won on the first day!

At this time, the excited newcomer greeted the manager and called his family.

"Mazhou is terrible! It really deserves to be the continent of competition... Yes, I used to think that Mazhou people made it up, but after experiencing it myself, I found that I am still too young! I just can't sleep and go out at night Run, guess what I ran into? It’s not a human, it’s a monster! Does the monster know?! It’s the kind of monster that you don’t want to meet again after encountering it once! It’s completely incapable of any challenge Emotions!"

The club manager next to him: "..." Nonsense! Our Mazhou is not so scary! Don't demonize us Mazhou people! However, which world champion did this kid meet last night? There's no such thing as luck.

However, the "little beast cub" didn't pay attention to the manager's expression at all. He still had a lot of emotions he wanted to share with his family.

I thought I was already good enough, no matter what kind of formidable person I faced, not to mention winning, even if I lost, it would not be too ugly. However, the reality is so horrible!

Now when I close my eyes, what appears in my mind is that back view, no, that is no longer a back view, it is a psychological shadow! The psychological shadow printed on the starting line before the official start of the career!

"I think I have to train for at least ten or twenty years before I can fight!"

There will be more tomorrow.