Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"No, no, I'll treat you to dinner."

After a few polite words, he finally hung up the phone.

"Daye" is just starting the project now, and there is still some time before the launch.

The reason why Yang Zhuo is invited now is because Han San wants to show his importance.

After all, it's a bit like pulling people to make up the number if you invite them before the start-up.

Not much for an actor.

But for a sports superstar like Yang Zhuo, it doesn't look too good.

At this time, the assistant said: "Third Master, I heard that Yang Zhuo intends to develop in the film and television industry, and even registered a company, and will invest in film and television dramas in the future."

"Oh? And this?"

Han San was a little curious: "It seems to pave the way for retirement in the future and start a career, but I don't know what the vision and ability are. If possible, we might as well deepen cooperation in the future."

Yangdi Village.

Home.

Yang Zhuo got out of the car.

Then a black dog barked at him.

Zhang Yumin slapped her honestly.

Yang Zhuo was a little happy.

"This dog fat is okay."

"Eat a lot, of course you will grow stronger. You can get two steamed buns a day."

Zhang Yumin looked disgusted.

This dog is quite smart, and soon confirmed Yang Zhuo's identity, knowing that he was also the owner.

So soon it started wagging its tail.

At this time, Zhang Yumin began to "interrogate" his son: "Xiao Zhuo, what's the situation with An Yufei? When did you meet?"

Yang Zhuo didn't hide it either, and explained clearly honestly.

Yang Guoqiang and Zhang Yumin heard that An Yufei was still learning to cook, do housework, and even gave up filming. She had paid a lot, and she was a living person.

The couple immediately had a lot of good feelings in their hearts.

"You said you brought it back during the New Year, is it true or not? Did the girl agree?"

"I agree."

Yang Zhuo picked up the small tomatoes on the tea table and ate one: "However, I can't spend New Year's Eve at home. I have to go to the Spring Festival Gala this year, so I can only come back on the New Year's Day."

"As long as you come back, we will clean up properly and we won't embarrass you."

Yang Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is your future daughter-in-law, and it's not an inspection by the leader. If there is anything to clean up, just do as you want."

"That won't work. No matter what you say, you have to make a good impression on others."

"Anyway, you can figure it out, I don't care."

After finishing speaking, Yang Zhuo added: "It's enough to prepare a red envelope at that time, it doesn't need to be too much, 666 or 888, just ask for auspiciousness."

"Ah."

Zhang Yumin nodded, she had thought about it a long time ago.

At this time, Yang Guoqiang said, "Xiaozhuo, do you want to go out and see the cultural square?"

The cultural square in the village was built by Yang Zhuo, but he hasn't seen it yet.

I didn't care when I passed by just now.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

So the two of them went out together.

After exiting the alley, we soon reached the intersection.

A group of chatting uncles and aunts greeted Yang Zhuo when they saw Yang Zhuo.

"The Olympic champion is back!"

"Looks strong again!"

"Didn't you bring your girlfriend home?"

Everyone, you say what I say, which is more gossip.

Yang Zhuo chatted with them with a smile.

Then went to the square.

The building is still very good, with colorful flower beds, green lawns, neat basketball courts, table tennis tables, and many fitness facilities.

There is the bulletin board, the stage.

There is a pattern.

There are also a group of children playing basketball on the basketball court.

A banner was drawn on the sidelines: Congratulations to Yang Zhuo, a villager in Yangdi Village, for winning the Olympic 100-meter and 200-meter championships and bringing glory to the country!

To be honest, seeing this banner, Yang Zhuo couldn't help feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

This life is not in vain!

Chapter 310

Beijing.

The weather in October has turned cold.

But for sprint training, it is a good season.

neither cold nor hot.

morning.

Track field.

Yeon-joo runs around the track in his long-sleeve tracksuit.

After staying at home for more than 10 days, he returned to the capital yesterday.

Start training today.

It has been more than a month since the end of the Olympic Games, and during this period, I have not been able to really calm down and train well.

It is obvious that the state has declined.

Now that I have settled down and run against the sun, the impetuousness in my heart is slowly dissipating.

Return to the previous state again.

"Puff puff puff."

Loud and clear footsteps.

The entire training ground is only him.

Su Bingtian and Zhang Peimeng all went back to their respective provincial teams for training, only Yang Zhuo, the direct descendant of the field management center, was still here.

but.

After a while for winter training, they will meet again in Nanyun Province.

circle around.

Two laps.

Just when Yang Zhuo was sweating gradually, there was one more person on the track and field.

Li Qing.

He’s also in his tracksuit, jogging after Yeon-joo.

Did not say hello, did not speak.

The master and apprentice ran like this.

Li Qing's physical strength is not as good as it used to be when he got older, so after running three or four laps, he slowed down and rested on the sidelines.

And Yang Zhuo just entered the best form.

The speed does not decrease but increases.

While running at high speed, the forefoot touches the ground and pushes back.

It seems that there is no difference from before.

In effect, the forefoot has a larger area of ​​contact with the ground and more power is gained.

This kind of details that ordinary people, even professionals, can't observe, can give Yang Zhuo a little advantage.

Put him up a run or two on the field.

"Puff puff puff."

Yang Zhuo continued to speed up, and while getting more and more tired, his heart became more and more comfortable.

It seems that during this period of time, all the praise from the media, the praise of fans, and the pride in the heart evaporated into the air with sweat.

The heart became pure again.

The body also lost the feeling of being overwhelmed, replaced by a familiar sense of movement.

A sense of struggle.

Athletes, that's how it should be.

sidelines.

Li Qing observed Yang Zhuo while wiping his sweat with a towel.