king of sprint

Chapter 58
Rousseau told Tian Shiwei:
"Old Tian, ​​you have to pay attention to your posture, haven't you noticed that you have a problem, that is, the strength of your steps is too great.

The problem is that when your hips reach the landing point of the next step, it is a little slower than when the legs fall, making your hips exceed the position of the thighs, so that you cannot maintain the most correct posture that is always forward, resulting in Every step takes more power.

Zhang Zhen does this very well. His forward leaning angle and posture are very suitable for him. He is always moving forward at high speed like a spinning top. Every step is less powerful than yours, so his step frequency is faster than yours. quick……"

Rousseau hadn't focused on observing Tian Shiwei's running movements before, because the two were either opponents or training alone. In the nearly three months of getting along, there were not as many opportunities to observe as this morning.

what?
Tian Shiwei was taken aback by the words.

I almost thought it was a coach standing in front of me.

This coach does not refer to Lu Jinrong, but the national team coach Li Yan.

When he was in Pengcheng, Lu Jinrong seldom talked about Tian Shiwei's incorrect running posture. Lu Jinrong only attributed Tian Shiwei's occasional sudden good results and his usual poor results to problems of training, age and mentality. Tian Shiwei grew up, and his grades became stable.

"It's very interesting that if there is a target in front of you, you will unconsciously adjust your body posture, leaning forward a little bit, and you will reach the angle that suits you best. Your hips cannot reach your legs, and the strength of every step is just right, so That's the real reason why you get better results when you face a strong opponent."

Rousseau went on to say that he also saw the analysis on the status bar, and then suddenly realized Tian Shiwei's state. It turns out that this guy is not a big-time player, and he has to compete in official competitions to achieve good results. It is purely a problem with his running posture.

"Coach Li Yan also said the same thing, but not as carefully as you. He told me that there is something wrong with my posture. When running, I should lean forward a little bit, try to shorten the time that my feet touch the ground, and pay attention to the posture of raising my legs. ..." Tian Shiwei said in surprise.

"He also saw it... He should have seen it from the beginning, so I saw you running twice, so I accepted you into the team." Rousseau realized this.

Li Yan is still capable.

In other words, very level.

What Lu Jinrong hadn't seen for five years, Li Yan saw in a day.

Then Li Yan made a bet with Rousseau, did he really dislike him?
If he thought so, Rousseau felt angry again, you don't like me, I insist on running out to show you!

……

night.

In the canteen of the headquarters.

Rousseau is gaining today, watching others run is also rewarding, which makes Rousseau more thoughtful about his 200-meter skills.

Suddenly, a dinner plate was placed on Rousseau's table.

Rousseau thought it was Tian Shiwei. In this youth national team, Tian Shiwei was always by Rousseau's side.

But looking up, Rousseau saw a beautiful face.

He has red lips and white teeth, big eyes, and especially tender skin. This face is unforgettable, and Rousseau also recognizes him. This handsome guy is Zhang Zhen, 16 years old, the love student of the head coach Li Yan. The most powerful domestic championship contender in the rice event.

something?Rousseau looked at Zhang Zhen.

"You want to retire, why don't you leave now? You are here, which affects everyone's mood." Zhang Zhen said with a somewhat disgusted expression and tone.

"I... want to retire?" Rousseau asked back, while stuffing beef into his mouth, he dealt with the obviously domineering big boy in front of him, "Who said that?"

"You told the coach yourself that if you want to train by yourself, you can go back to the provincial team, occupying the resources of the national team here, and not integrating into the collective, is that interesting to you?" Zhang Zhen continued to press.

Rousseau looked at the boy in front of him.

Sixteen years old, 1.70 meters tall, the best 10-meter time is 40 seconds 200, 22 meters is weaker, more than 200 seconds, probably because of physical problems, after all, [-] meters is also anaerobic all the way, and the physical requirements are relatively high. Tall, and the kid doesn't look muscular enough.

These data, in turn, can prove that his talent is amazing. He can run 16 seconds 10 at the age of 40, and his future potential is unlimited.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Zhen frowned and asked, "I'm talking to you."

It's just that his temper is too bad, like a little Nezha.

"I practiced my own, how can it hinder your eyes?" Rousseau asked without emotion.

"It's just blocking my eyes, what's the matter?" Zhang Zhen looked unkind, "Looking at you is annoying!"

There is really no other reason. Zhang Zhen just doesn't like Rousseau. He practiced like a mental illness every day. He obviously can't meet the standards of the national team. He still relies on the resources of the national team here. In order to go back and brag that he has been in the national team?

Especially today, he didn't train anymore, but was completely rotten. He watched the team's training all day, and it was so annoying. Thinking about it, Zhang Zhen felt particularly disgusted.

Like a spoiled child... Rousseau looked at Zhang Zhen. After all, this kid had the best grades in the national team, and Li Yan doted on him the most. It seemed that he was out of temper.

"Then you have to continue to worry about it. It will take at least two days. You know the bet I made with Coach Li. After two days, if I can't run 200 meters in 21 seconds, then I will pack up and leave." Rousseau said Said patiently.

Rousseau wasn't angry, there was nothing to be angry about. As an athlete, Zhang Zhen couldn't get used to it, and it didn't affect him at all.

"200 seconds for 21 meters? Just you?" Zhang Zhen said disdainfully.

Running within 21 seconds, this is a very impressive result for domestic 200-meter runners, the kind of strong contender for the National Games gold medal.

But at the Dongqing Games, the 200-meter record was 20 seconds, which shows the gap between domestic and international levels.

Looking at Zhang Zhen's contemptuous expression, Rousseau was also a little angry and bored. In order to end the topic as soon as possible and prevent the kid from troubleping him in the future, he said, "Do you want to make a bet?"

"Bet? What are you betting on?" Zhang Zhen asked.

"Gambling on the results, at this Dongqing meeting, you run 100 meters, I run 200 meters, whoever has the better result will win." Rousseau said.

"You can't even run 200 meters?" Zhang Zhen asked back.

"I lose if I can't run," Rousseau said.

"What are you betting on?" Zhang Zhen asked.

"You can bet on anything," said Rousseau.

"Then the loser is called the winner's brother!" Zhang Zhen said, "And as long as we train together in the future, the loser will listen to the winner in everything!"

The child's bet... Rousseau sighed, he had to play with the child.

"Okay." Rousseau nodded.

So the two clapped their hands together and made an oath.

After high-fiving, Rousseau looked at Zhang Zhen: "Okay, let's go."

Um?Zhang Zhen froze for a moment, let's go?Have you finished what you want to say?Has the goal been achieved?
"You are interrupting my meal and my next training, you can't afford to lose, you want to use this method to defeat me?" Rousseau asked him.

"I didn't!" Zhang Zhen's pretty face flushed, he picked up the plate and left, before leaving, he said, "See you on the field!"

Hey?
After saying this, Zhang Zhen fell into confusion again, why did he think that Rousseau could play in the East Youth League?
How did this happen?
　Update~ It's Monday again, hey, please comfort me with some recommendation tickets~
　　


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