Run Out of My Life

    Ronghai Provincial Team Sports Center.

    With a bang, the door of the provincial team head coach's office was pushed open.

    Shen Guoying, who was immersed in processing documents, was startled by the sudden knock on the door. As soon as he looked up, a tall and sturdy figure had rushed from the door to his desk.

     "Coach Shen, my former sports school player, the one you disliked, just broke the 100m record in the National Middle School Games."

    Zhuang Tao held the phone in one hand and pressed the document in front of Shen Guoying with the other, with a mocking smile on his face.

    "No potential? Exhausted talent? What a laugh! They just ran 10.39 seconds. How many of you in the provincial team can run this result?! Ah?!"

    Shen Guoying frowned and gently pulled the document on the table, only to be held down by Zhuang Tao, and he let go a little helplessly. He slightly stepped back the swivel chair, took out the glasses cloth from the glasses case beside the table, took off the eyes on the nose, and wiped them slowly.

    "Coach Shen, I'm not talking about you, the theory of athlete selection you learned is not necessarily useful. In our competitive sports, we must talk about results in the end. Oh, running in at the age of fifteen National athlete-level players have no potential..."

    Zhuang Tao sneered twice, then said a few words more deliberately, then looked at Shen Guoying's silent appearance, snorted lightly, turned around and went straight out the door.

    When Zhuang Tao went out, Shen Guoying put on his eyes again, took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and searched the address book skillfully. On the dial button with the small green receiver, he hesitated for a while, but finally did not press it.

    Pushing the swivel chair, looking out the window at the playground surrounded by green trees in the distance, someone was training on the playground, no one knew what he was thinking for a while.

    …

    "Hey, congratulations."

    Just as Su Zu stood on the runway with his hips on his hips and looked around, Liang Junxin, a black and thin young man, walked up to Su Zu generously and stretched out his right hand towards him.

    "This is the first time I have lost to a player of the same level, Su Zu, right, you are very good." Mandarin is not standard, but he speaks frankly.

    Su Zu reached out and shook the other person gently, "Thank you, it's just good luck, everyone is similar."

    Fang Cai Su Zu has seen the results on the timing board, Liang Junxin is 10 seconds 43, only half a position slower than him, without him, Liang Junxin will definitely win this final without any suspense .

    "Well, I'm leaving."

    Liang Junxin nodded, turned around and ran towards the rest area of ​​the Guangdong Provincial Team.

    "Don't cry?"

    Just as Liang Junxin turned and ran away, Su Zu noticed that the other party's eyes were slightly red. Thinking of a very cheerful young man who would shed tears when he suddenly lost a game, Su Zu was not so sure.

    Then there were finalists from several other places who came up to congratulate Su Zu. Thanks to the sportsmanship of "friendship first, competition second" since childhood, except for a few players who left early, most of them could shake hands with a blank face even if they gritted their teeth in hatred.

    Of course, if you want to have a graceful smile and congratulations, you still need to practice for a few more years.

    Guangdong Rest Area.

    As soon as Liang Junxin returned to the rest area, he grabbed the towel from the Mediterranean hair loss coach Zhou Qiaosheng, slumped on the chair, and spread the towel to wipe the sweat, covering his face. superior.

    "Very unconvinced?" Zhou Qiaosheng folded his arms and turned to sit beside Liang Junxin.

    "Yes. I've never lost to my peers, let alone someone younger than me."

    Under the towel, the young man was panting heavily, but the voice coming out of his throat was somewhat choked.

    "Who cried?" The boy whose face was covered with a towel was a little exasperated.

    Zhou Qiaosheng laughed, let go of his hand, and touched his hair subconsciously, "Then you have the ability to take off the towel."

    "No."

    "If you don't take it, you will cry."

    "I didn't cry... I'm just not reconciled..."

    "Don't be afraid of losing once, can recognize the gap, and win back next time."

    A coach like Zhou Qiaosheng will not comfort the players by saying that the game is not important and that you have done your best.

      Dedicated to the game.

    A person who is indifferent and doesn't care about winning or losing is more than a match.

    Su Zu and the players from the same group who came up to congratulate, after saying hello, were about to walk outside the arena when suddenly someone called him.

    "Su Zu, wait a minute."

    A man wearing leather shoes, trousers and a white shirt stopped in front of him, but although this man was dressed formally, he wore a yellow woven straw hat on his head.

    "Hello, Su Zu, my name is Lu Jianming."

    "Hello, Referee Lu, did I violate the rules in the game just now?" Su Zu asked.

    He had an impression of the man in front of him, the timing referee at the finish line, mainly because of the obvious contrast between the opponent's hand-woven straw hat and his clothes. The general staff wear sports caps and baseball caps, only this one wears a straw hat common to old farmers.

    Li Zhizhong and him have made popular science, in the official track race, there are many referees and responsible personnel at each stage, the main starter, the starter, the recall starter, the assistant starter, the finisher Photography referee, referee, finish recorder, timing referee.

    "Oh, no, there is no problem with the game." Lu Jianming shook his head, he was the timing referee, but he didn't seek Su Zu for this. "I mainly want to know, have you entered the professional team training?"

    "Yes, in the Hedao City team." Su Zu replied, and immediately relaxed when he heard that the opponent did not say that he had a problem with the game. As for professional team training, if you can run to 10.39 seconds, you have to say that you practiced by yourself, and no one will believe it. In China, this performance has entered the first-class sprinter level.

    "Who is your coach then?" Lu Jianming asked.

    "Li Zhizhong, have you heard of it?" Su Zu replied.

    "Li Zhizhong?" Lu Jianming thought for a moment, then smiled at Su Zu, "Okay, I understand, go and rest. You ran well today, keep going!"

    After Su Zu left, the timing referee Lu Jianming quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

    "Lao Yu, didn't you ask me to find out if there are any good candidates for this session of the Chinese Games? Just now, a student ran the 100 meters for 10 seconds 39, yes, You heard that right, the record for the Chinese Games was broken. I just inquired about it. The coach of the Hedao City team seems to be called Li Zhizhong. Go back and find out. Okay, I'm hanging up, I'll be here right away The preliminaries for the 400m are on."

    At this time, in a training center thousands of miles away, Yu Liwei put down his mobile phone in surprise.

    "Coach Yu, what news surprised you so much?" Beside Yu Liwei, the young assistant coach looked at Yu Liwei's expression and asked with a smile.

    "Oh, an old friend." Yu Liwei digested the information and paused, "Xiao Zhang, please help me send an invitation letter to the Hedao City Track and Field Team."

    "What game?" The young assistant coach was a little confused.

    "On the invitation letter for the national track and field competition to be held in Baozhou next month, um, the contestant is Su Zu, and the head coach is Li Zhizhong."