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Jing'an City.

The venue is decorated in a classical style, with a solemn red velvet stage and cool white lights that echo the music.

The cold notes flow from the black and white piano keys, carrying with them a deep sadness, as if to drown the listeners in a sea of ​​melancholy.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

The slow piano music became increasingly rapid, showing that the performer's emotions seemed to have reached an unbearable level.

He was like a fully drawn bow, and after a high-pitched and abrupt violin accompaniment, the piano sound disappeared.

The soothing and gentle violin sounds were played, even though they were all slow melodies. The piano before made people feel sad, but now it made people feel peaceful.

The piano sound seemed to soothe the soul as well. In the ensemble, it was like dolphins healing each other, tumbling and playing in the sea, chasing freedom and fun.

…

The lights in the venue were finally turned off, and the audience, who had been immersed in the music, finally came to their senses and gave warm applause to this auditory feast.

…

"Damn, you're such a great artist! The reporters were eagerly waiting backstage for an interview, and then you were gone. You're already performing on stage and you're not even accepting interviews. Are you crazy? Why don't you give me that spot?"

The young man sat in the back seat, his hands, as bony as green bamboo, felt in his pockets but found nothing, and the look in his eyes became even colder and more irritable.

After taking a look at the man in the driver's seat, he simply leaned back, leaving his cell phone on hands-free mode and throwing it aside.

"So much nonsense."

The person who was chattering away choked and pretended to be pitiful.

"Everyone's saying you're aloof and indifferent, obsessed with music, and full of pride despite your young age. You're not like those fake musicians who enter the entertainment industry just because they have a little fame. As your senior, I have to eat, right?"

"Then you should quit the circle." The young man's tone was cold and even, which made the person on the other end feel uneasy.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you..." He still felt aggrieved and muttered, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you going to see your wife?"

The person who heard it was obviously too lazy to pay attention to him, so he condescended to stretch out his long arm and hung up the phone accurately.

After a while, the quiet atmosphere in the car was broken by the man in the driver's seat.

She is well-maintained and looks only in her thirties. Her voice is steady, like an elder advising the two children at home.

"Chang Xuan was just joking, don't take it seriously."

The boy closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and hummed a syllable lazily to indicate that he understood.

Because of his response, the man knew that he was not angry, so he asked another question.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave this time? Your teacher invited you so many times, and you finally agreed. I thought you would collaborate on a few more songs."

The boy still had his eyes closed calmly. If one hadn't been able to see his fingers snapping in the rearview mirror, one would have thought he was asleep.

"Don't worry about what the outside world says. It's good to have some personality. You're a creative person anyway, so you don't need to be in the spotlight at home."

The man spoke jokingly, and although he was still confused, he did not ask any further questions.

The boy in the back seat had opened his eyes, holding his cell phone in one hand and casually raised his chin.

Then he turned the phone over in dissatisfaction, and the map showed that the route had deviated.

"Didn't you say you would take me to school? Where are you taking me?"

The man sighed helplessly: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only August and school hasn't started yet."

The young man frowned and confronted his reflection in the mirror, his tone cold and irritated:

"Stop at the next intersection and I'll take a taxi back."

man:……

"Qin Chengmo...you kid, I'm your father after all, can you please stop treating me like a driver?"

Qin Huo was furious and gritted his teeth, but he didn't scare the other party.

Qin Chengmo was looking at his phone, as if he was going to turn around and watch him.

Qin Huo shook his head, turned the steering wheel, and soon the vehicle stopped at a fork in the road.

Qin Chengmo got out of the car.

The boy's physique has grown up, and he already has some mature temperament of a man, mixed with the spirit of a young boy. His arrogance can be seen from his stretched bones.

The front window rolled down, and Qin Huo warned loudly:

"Come back to the villa when you have time. Don't disappear when there's a disagreement. I won't be able to explain to your mother."

Qin Chengmo walked away without looking back, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding up two fingers, waving as if saying goodbye.

Mid-August.

The sun turned the campus into an oven, and the colorful boys and girls were like burnt cakes.

Jing'an Middle School, as a key school in the city, has always been the target of strict supervision by the Ministry of Education, and they would never dare to start school early.

Therefore, there are few people still in school on campus at this time. There are only the senior high school students who are afraid of death but still want to make up lessons secretly, and the school team athletes who train day after day without caring about the scorching heat.

"I'm impressed that they let us train outdoors in this weather. Lao Wang is so cruel."

"Oh, it's our fault that we couldn't compete with that basketball team. They've already made it to the national league."

"How is our track and field team any worse? Qu Chi made the provincial team last year and won the provincial youth championship. It's really... they clearly look down on our sprinting. I really don't want to practice anymore."

"But there is still..."

The whistle pierced the sky, and the sprint team members participating in the training fell silent. However, in such weather, even if no one spoke, the air was not quiet.

The lectures were mostly platitudes, and in the scorching heat, the sprinters, both men and women, were a bit grumpy and no one listened.

Only Qu Chi, who was standing in the first row, lowered his eyes slightly, looking very well-behaved.

Wang Jiong's eyes fell on her, and his stern eyes softened for a moment, but at the same time, a hint of regret flashed across his eyes.

"Routine physical training, pay attention to the rest intervals. Dismissed! Qu Chi, you follow me."

Qu Chi looked up, put down his hands behind his back, and followed the coach without saying a word.

Behind her, everyone's discussions seemed to be focused on Qu Chi, but they were suppressed so that she could not hear clearly.

The scorching wind blew against the skin exposed outside the training suit, and her wheat-colored arms looked only slightly slender. A closer look revealed that this was because the girl was still growing and the muscles on her body were only a thin layer.

Perhaps in two years, the explosive power in her body will grow from those muscles, making her faster and more outstanding than she is now.

Wang Jiong: "Don't feel wronged because of the emergence of a genius. Our event hopes for the emergence of a genius the most. I believe you also love the sprint event. Zhou Xinwen won't affect you in any way. The emergence of a genius will bring more attention to the entire event. You should concentrate on training even more."

Qu Chi's thoughts seemed to drift away, and he did not immediately respond to the coach's words.

She stared at a group of ants on the ground. One of them seemed to quickly become the leader of the entire group, leading all the little black dots forward quickly. Gradually, she could only see the ant in the front, and the rest gathered into a black matrix, and she couldn't tell which one was which.

Watching, and remaining silent.

"I know, Coach."

Wang Jiong felt very sorry when he saw that she refused to look up.

But as he said, what can Qu Chi and he do?

Now it is the best result that she can achieve with her efforts. She is still in the provincial team and is still being cared for and trained by the provincial team coaches.

However, he had coached Qu Chi from the first grade of junior high to the third grade of high school, six years and countless matches. He had always known that although Qu Chi was silent, she wasn't as gloomy as she had been recently. They had clearly spent five years together striving to make the provincial team, and at the beginning of this year, Qu Chi had just achieved her goal of making the provincial team...

However, Qu Chi started working hard at the age of 11 and did not join the provincial team until he was 16. A dazzling talent only needs one competition to be recruited by the provincial team.

He was a sprinting genius, an absolute genius that could only be found a few times among the billions of people in the country.

The emergence of a genius is a blessing for this event, but for athletes of her generation, they will not be able to compete with the sun and the moon, and can only become vague stars that are bright or dim.

In addition to handling the student registration procedures, Qu Chi came back this time because her head coach went to the neighboring Shuihua City to check on Zhou Xinwen's situation. Since the coach was not there, she also took a leave of absence.

Perhaps it was because he felt Wang Jiong's comforting gaze, Qu Chi raised his eyes and looked into his gaze.

There was an unexpected calmness in his eyes.

It was as if she was not a teenager, or perhaps this was the character she had developed from participating in many competitions.

Qu Chi repeated himself slowly, almost emphasizing each word: "Coach, don't worry, I know. I'll go to training first."

Wang Jiong still had a thousand words to say, but in the end he could only sigh and say, "Go."

Qu Chi mobilized his body, slowly accelerating from the shade of the trees until he stepped onto the track and began to run at a steady speed.

She has always been the most serious in training and completes all training meticulously.

Adjusting her running posture, how to exert force to achieve better explosiveness, and how to move her hips to increase her stride length have all been engraved into her body habits.

She has been selected for the provincial team for almost a year, and every detail of her training is different from that of the current school team.

Some teammates couldn't help but cast inquiring glances at her again and again, but it had no effect.

Only occasionally when passing by, would I hear them talking in low voices, deliberately lowered.

"I heard that Zhou Xinwen won first place in the provincial middle school sports meet. She's only 14, but she already ran under 12 seconds... She seems to be even better than Qu Chi."

"You're a sprinter, don't look at age, just performance. She's already broken the U18 100m record. That's not amazing, it's a miracle!"

"What level is that? Qu Chi is only seventeen this year, and he's the first in the high school group this time, right?"

"This... is not on the same level. Qu Chi can only win some domestic awards in the future. Zhou Xinwen will definitely be a member of the national track and field team in the future. Her future is the international stage."

"Damn, that's easy to say, but can you beat Qu Chi in a 100-meter run?"

The girls had no ill intentions, they were just discussing the big names in the sports they practiced.

There used to be a talented player that they were far superior to, but now that an even more talented person has appeared, people have realized that only this level of talent can be called a genius emerging out of nowhere.

The weather is hot and steamy, which seems to reduce people's hearing ability.

Unfortunately, Qu Chi has indeed participated in many competitions, and she can hear the heartbeats of her opponents on the field.

At this time, the conversation that had been deliberately lowered could also be heard.

He slowly stopped, turned his back to everyone, walked under the eaves, and began to stretch silently.

No one knew the content of her training. Those who talked about her only paused for a moment, and when they saw her walk away, they no longer became suspicious.

In a place where no one noticed, Qu Chi suddenly chuckled.

I thought with some sarcasm.

Qu Chi, your escape speed is definitely genius.

However, no one should compete with you for this title.