Wei En didn't know how to complain about the brains of the two coaches. He hadn't even checked in for accommodation yet. The two bosses were thinking about whether they could get funding from the national team to train in the United States in the future...

..

Is it fantasy time?

"Um...coach, can we go in?"

"Ah? Oh oh~" Chen Wenzhong stopped imagining and said to Tian Yumei: "I will take this child to find accommodation first, you can do your work."

Tian Yumei nodded and reminded: "Hurry up, there is a mobilization meeting at three o'clock, so don't be late."

"I know I won't be late."

Chen Wenzhong nodded goodbye to Tian Yumei, and then took Wei En into the dormitory. As he walked, he said: "Today is a bit rushed. Lao Yi and I will go to the mobilization meeting before the National Games later, so I will check you in later.

After the procedures, you should first familiarize yourself with the environment. If you feel uncomfortable staying in the dormitory, you can go out for a walk, but your phone must be turned on so that I can contact you at any time, okay?"

"It's okay. You can do whatever you need to do. I'll just take care of it myself." Wei En replied, then thought of something again and asked, "Coach, are you leaving for the National Games soon?"

Got it?"

"Yes, the Shandong National Games will open on the 16th. Some members of our Guangxi sports delegation have already set off. The track and field team will set off at 9 a.m. tomorrow."

"Then...I'll stay here alone, waiting for you to come back?"

"Uh... look at me, I actually forgot all about this." Chen Wenzhong scratched his head in embarrassment and said with an apologetic smile: "Anyway, I have gone through the registration procedures for you, and the school is here

Nanning No. 10 Middle School is next door, how about you take classes there for a week or two first?"

"..." Wei En wanted to complain at this time: You are a bit unreliable, but when the words came to his lips, he still held them back.

Seeing Wei En's disappointed look, Chen Wenzhong gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do this. After the mobilization meeting, I will book a ticket for you and take you to Shandong tomorrow. But...I have the coach at my disposal."

We don’t have enough money, so the most we can do is book a ticket for you.”

"..." Wei En sighed, took out his cell phone, and dialed his mother's number.

"Hey, Mom~ I want to go to Shandong to watch the National Games."

"You want money, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Aren't you already a member of the track and field team? You should be able to enter the venue without buying a ticket, right?"

Wei En turned his head and looked at Chen Wenzhong. He turned on the speakerphone, so Chen Wenzhong could hear it.

Chen Wenzhong nodded, "It's too late to get you an athlete pass for a substitute player, but there's still no problem with half a support staff pass."

Mother Wei said: "Then I'll give you 10,000 yuan. If it's not enough, tell me. Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"Dudududu..."

Chen Wenzhong and Lao Yi looked at each other, good guys, this guy's family is quite rich, and he would fight for ten thousand yuan.

Even though one of Chen Wenzhong and Lao Yi is the coach of the sprint team and the other is the main player of the Guangxi relay team, they both come from poor backgrounds.

Especially for Lao Yi, he was selected by the county sports school as early as the fifth grade of elementary school, but his family could not even afford the monthly living expenses and training expenses of 250 yuan, which shows how poor his family background is.

Whether you are an athlete or a coach, your income is basically linked to your performance. Now one of them is not doing well in coaching, and the other is not famous yet, so their salary is really not high.

At least, they really couldn't do it like Wei En's mother, who casually took out 10,000 yuan.

After making the call, Wei En said to Chen Wenzhong: "Coach, I will just buy the tickets myself after completing the check-in formalities. The train station is not far from here anyway, just tell me the flight schedule."

"Okay, let's go, I'll show you the dormitory."

**********

evening.

Ersha Island, Guangzhou.

Su Bingtian, who had just attended the mobilization meeting, looked at his schedule and sighed tiredly.

This year is his fourth year in the professional arena, and it is also the most tiring year.

Starting from February 14th, he started his indoor season journey and continuously participated in the Jinling Indoor Grand Prix, Magic City Indoor Grand Prix, and Asian Games in Hanoi, Vietnam.

Except for the final shot in Jinling, where he made a mistake and lost the game, he took first place in the other six shots, whether in the preliminaries, semi-finals or finals.

In April, he successively experienced the National Track and Field Grand Prix Zhaoqing Station, the National Urban Games Yulin Station, the Asian Grand Prix Suzhou Station, the Asian Grand Prix Kunshan Station, and the Asian Grand Prix Xiangjiang Station.

In the eight-shot 100-meter race, only the final shot in Zhaoqing Station was shot to second place, and the other seven shots were all ranked first.

Next, he and Liang Jiahong and other team members will set off to compete in the National Games. After the National Games, there will be the Guangzhou Asian Championships in November and the Hong Kong East Asian Games in December.

Counting it to full, he still has at most eight shots left to run, including five shots for 100 meters and three shots for relay.

Not to mention the next few games, he has already run 15 times so far. He is really exhausted mentally and physically, and he really doesn’t have much confidence in the next National Games.

There is definitely no problem in reaching the finals, but if you really want to ask him if he can win a medal, he can only say: try your best.

"Hey, Bingtian!" Su Bingtian seemed to hear someone calling him in a daze. He turned around and was sure it was his teammate Liang Jiahong.

Liang Jiahong ran to Su Bingtian, handed him a newspaper, and said: "Look, a 17-year-old high school student from Guangxi last month ran 10.50 seconds."

"10 seconds 50?" Su Bingtian was immediately interested. He remembered that he went to Hong Kong to participate in a track and field competition in 2006 and ran a time of 10 seconds 59.

However, although he ran 10.59 seconds once, his strength continued to fluctuate in the next year. Until August 2007, he could not run 10.7 seconds. After more than a month of rest, he finally

At the Wuhan City Games, he ran 10.45 seconds and 10.58 seconds.

By 2008, he had improved his best time to 10.41 seconds, but his performance was still roughly around 10.5 seconds, which could only be regarded as second-rate in China.

Last month I heard that someone named Lao Yi from the Guangxi team ran 10.32 seconds. Now here comes a 17-year-old young man who can run 10.50 seconds. It seems that Guangxi’s sprinting is about to rise again?

However, after taking the newspaper and looking at it carefully, Su Bingtian was a little disappointed. Although the newspaper was full of praise, it also stated that the middle school student competition was not equipped with a wind speed measuring instrument. In this case, the results were not good to say.

It's most likely a hoax.

Su Bingtian shook his head and returned the newspaper to Liang Jiahong, "There was no wind speed in this race. Maybe he ran at super wind speed. He only ran 10 seconds 75 in August, and he ran 10 seconds a month later."

50 is a bit exaggerated.”

After Su Bingtian said this, he felt that he had some double standards. After all, in the 2006 Xiangjiang Track and Field Competition, he ran 10.89 seconds in the preliminaries and 10.58 seconds in the finals two hours later.

This high school student named Wei En improved from 10.75 seconds to 10.50 seconds after a month. It seems quite reasonable?

Liang Jiahong put away the newspaper and said with a smile: "Whether it's an exaggeration or not, it's really not true. We won't know until next year? He has joined the Guangxi team now. We can always meet him in the game next year. Maybe he will torture us."

Woolen cloth?"
Chapter completed!