The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 33 No more training

Li Sanjiang:?

You kid gave me another piece of shit, right?

For every marathon run, the results may fluctuate greatly due to differences in conditions, even the track and competition environment.

Even if it is Jishen, if he is not careful, his grades will still drop a lot.

"This kid, if his grades drop seriously later, I will beat him as a coach."

Li Sanjiang sneered and set up the camera, ready to see whether Chen Xiong's running posture would be deformed or make mistakes in the second half of the run.

After 2 hours.

Chen Xiong took the lead in running the entire distance, and pulled the players behind for more than four laps!

2 hours, 8 minutes and 59 seconds.

Li Sanjiang:
Li Sanjiang: 6!

But then, Li Sanjiang's face turned a little ugly.

Because the other team members may have been influenced by Chen Xiong, several players whose usual training scores were around 2 hours and 13 minutes all dropped below 2 hours and 15 minutes. They were even worse than those who played steadily, and their usual results were slightly lower. players.

"I want you to learn from the master's rhythm, not to follow the master's rhythm!"

"Liu Qingshui, is this how I usually teach you?"

"Yang Wei, I remember that your last training was only one step away from 2 hours and 13 minutes. Good guy, give me 3 minutes in a few days. You have something!"

"Rhythm, keep your own rhythm, you can understand if you don't listen!"

Several team members were also ashamed and annoyed.

They were all young people, and they were all strong players in the team before. However, after being overtaken by Chen Xiong in the early stage, none of them could hold back and started to speed up.

But they were really convinced by Chen Xiong's achievements.

The score of 2 hours and 12 minutes can still be broken through with hard work, but Chen Xiong's training results, looking at Quan Xialong, may only be achieved by the star players of the national team.

Chen Xiong has finally obtained the marathon quota for the National Games.

After Li Sanjiang had dried up all the saliva he sprayed on him, he finally regained some of the feeling of being a coach.

Satisfied, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but then he felt a little confused after seeing Chen Xiong.

This can't be taught!
As far as Chen Xiong's training results, his running form, and his physical condition, there is nothing he can adjust and optimize.

The score of 2 hours and 9 minutes is beyond what he, the coach of the provincial team, can improve.

Hey, actually sometimes it is quite satisfying to be a lying dog and win.

Li Sanjiang quickly adjusted his mentality, pulled Chen Xiong aside, and sighed: "No more training, no more training, you can directly participate in the trials next week."

Li Sanjiang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to train anymore.

If you train together, it is easy to disrupt the rhythm of other players, so it's better to stock them.

"If you have time, you can do physical training, and you can find time to do speed training."

After all, Li Sanjiang is holding the camera, ready to lead the team members to study his running style, maybe he can even mention the seedlings in the team.

Most people simply don’t understand the joy of lying down and winning.

"Boss, add a micro chat!"

Noon, canteen.

The members of the marathon team ate in twos and threes. Several members were looking for Chen Xiong to chat with each other and sat down to eat together.

Chen Xiong's age is not too old in the marathon circle, but he is already one of the oldest in the provincial marathon team.

The members of the team are basically between 20-25 years old.

A team member named Zhao Mo poured Chen Xiong a cup of green tea and said with some regret: "Boss, you are really too strong. It's just a pity that you didn't receive professional training when you were young. Otherwise, the impact would be 2 hours and 8 minutes, or even 2 hours." 6 minutes, there is a lot of potential, if you can break the national record once, you will get a bonus of 100 million."

"100 million!"

Chen Xiong was a little surprised and took out his mobile phone to check it quietly.

Fuck, if the domestic marathon can break the national record in the competition, it will really reward 100 million!
Break through the Asian record, reward 500 million!
There is really no reward for breaking the world record. For at least 20 years, Xia Longguo has no hope of touching the marathon world record, so there is no reward at all.

Chen Xiong looked at the domestic record again. Before this year, it was 2 hours, 8 minutes and 15 seconds, and it stood for ten years; in the first half of this year, it was refreshed to 2 hours, 7 minutes and 30 seconds.

Chen Xiong: .
It's really unreasonable for someone with a hang to run but not to win without a hang!

"Boss, when will you hit the game for 2 hours and 8 minutes?"

Zhao Mo looked at Chen Xiong's expression and asked curiously.

"It should be hopeless."

Chen Xiong thought about it, and couldn't help sighing: "My competition result is estimated to be at most 2 hours and 10 minutes. If I want to break through 2 hours and 8 minutes, I guess there is no hope."

His time of 2 hours, 8 minutes and 59 seconds today is estimated to be his best marathon time in a long time.

If the domestic competition record was still 2 hours, 8 minutes and 15 seconds, he would grit his teeth and probably rush.

100 million, he estimates that it will take three years to improve his running skills to Lv6, and the competition results are very likely to be around this time.

As for 2 hours, 7 minutes and 30 seconds, it's not that he looks down on this personal panel.

Well, he really looked down on his personal panel.

(￢￢￢)
Unless his physique value can be raised to 2.0, his running experience is probably not enough for Level 6.

Zhao Mo and the others had 'emmmm' expressions on their faces for a while.

A boss is a boss, and the results of the competition are within 2 hours and 10 minutes, and they are still so dissatisfied.

"Well, there is really no future for running marathons in China. The wages are low and the subsidies are small. Except for the top few people, even if they join the national team, it is difficult to make some money. Boss, you still have some hope, I Anyway, I am preparing to retire during the National Games this year."

Zhao Mo was a little emotional, and then changed the topic: "Boss, the team has a holiday this week, how about we go out to relax together and adjust for the National Games selection next week?"

This person seemed a bit familiar, but Chen Xiong didn't care. He smiled and refused: "No, I have something to do on the weekend."

"Come and relax, brother Liu and brother Yang are here, there is no one who does not want to relax, just when you join the track and field team, the big guy will also pick you up, let's go to the big waves to wash the sand and relax your muscles, we know each other there, hehe~ .”

Big Waves, a famous local bathing center in Jiangcheng.

Divided into first floor, second floor, third floor and fourth floor.

Well, it is said, just said, that there are baths on the first and second floors.

Envy flashed in Chen Xiong's eyes, but he still suppressed his inner desire and declined: "It's really not possible, I really have something to do, you can go and have fun."

"There are very few marathon runners in the provincial team who can stand out. Brother Chen, you want to take our brothers and make contact with each other. Come on."

Zhao Mo persuaded Chen Xiong a few more words. After Chen Xiong had eaten and drank enough, he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm full. You guys eat slowly. Everyone eats and drinks well. If you don't have enough, it's mine." .”

After all, he left the cafeteria first.

"Thank you, Brother Chen. Huh?"

Zhao Mo was stunned for a moment and realized that they were eating in the canteen.

Damn, he still paid for the green tea himself!

Zhao Mo grinned, finished the food on the plate in two mouthfuls, and walked to the other side of the canteen with green tea in his hand.

On a seat, Liu Qingshui, Yang Wei, and another man named Lu Ren were picking up the food. When they saw Zhao Mo, they waved.

"How about it, can you make an appointment?"

Zhao Mo shrugged: "I haven't made an appointment. After all, this guy surnamed Chen suddenly joined the team. He has only been in the team for a few days and is not familiar with him at all. Brother Liu, Brother Yang, Brother Lu, I will withdraw now. You can ask me out if you have something to do."

Liu Qingshui smiled and waved his hands: "Okay, Xiao Zhao, go and do your work first, and then go out and get together on weekends."

When he walked away, the expression on Liu Qingshui's face slowly turned cold, he nodded at the table and said calmly:
"How should I say? Anyway, there are only three National Games places in the team, so let me put my words here first."

"If anyone wants to hold me back, I won't give him face when Jesus comes!"

(End of this chapter)