Chapter 107 Injury at Zhaozhao Sports Meet
"What are you laughing at all by yourself?" Bian Ji couldn't understand.
Lu Yinzhao regained her composure and lay back down. "Brother, could you please turn off the light? I'm going to sleep."
"Okay, go to sleep, goodnight." Bian Ji pressed the switch, and the room returned to darkness and silence.
The next morning.
After finishing breakfast, Lu Yinzhao spent the rest of his time in the study.
The study has a large rectangular wooden desk, where Lu Yinzhao began learning some post-production software by referring to tutorials in a book.
He learned theoretical knowledge while practicing with photographs on the computer.
Originally a casually taken street photo, after some post-processing adjustments and enhancements, the image became more three-dimensional and vibrant.
Lu Yinzhao seemed to have found a bit of a feel for it, and added a few more images to start making adjustments.
This time, he specifically included portrait images. The difference between portrait post-processing and landscape post-processing is that portrait post-processing focuses on the "person," pursuing natural beautification and highlighting the character's temperament, while landscape post-processing pays more attention to the lighting and shadow layers, atmosphere rendering, and spatial sense of the environment.
Lu Yinzhao currently only plans to learn how to make the people in a photo look clean and natural.
He was engrossed in working on the graphic when a voice suddenly came from behind him: "When was this taken?"
Lu Yinzhao was so startled that his mouse trembled, and the reverse color level was suddenly maximized, turning the image of the "boy playing the piano" on the screen from the world of the living to the world of the dead.
He quickly pressed the "undo" shortcut key.
She said with a hint of complaint, "Brother, why do you walk so quietly?"
"You took pictures of me without my permission?" Bian Ji didn't comfort Lu Yinzhao's frightened heart, but instead continued to ask.
"What do you mean by 'secretly filming'? I'm filming openly and honestly! I'll film if I want to!" Lu Yinzhao shouted angrily, her voice rising higher and higher.
When she saw the smile on the boy's lips, she knew that she had been teased by Bian Ji again.
"Fine, take pictures if you want." Bian Ji laughed. "You'd better keep doing this..."
This photo is quite well taken.
On the screen, a faint light flashed the moment the boy's fingers touched the piano keys, and the pianist's eyelids were half-closed, carrying a gentle warmth.
The composition is also just right, with the figure occupying one-third of the right side and the piano extending to two-thirds of the left side, preventing it from looking stiff.
The slightly edited photos highlight the subjects, and the contrast between the real and the virtual creates a smooth transition between light and dark, giving the images an indescribable sense of immersion.
Bian Ji prided himself on not being a narcissistic person. He didn't have much of a feeling about his appearance; perhaps he was just used to it and didn't think it was particularly good-looking.
If this photo is how Lu Yinzhao sees him, then his face is indeed quite good.
"Great shot, keep it up," Bian Ji said encouragingly, and left the study with a smile.
Lu Yinzhao also felt it was a good idea; Bian Ji was suitable to be his model, and he would use Bian Ji's photos as an experiment for his later studies.
An hour later.
Bian Ji came over to remind him to rest.
"Don't stare at the computer for too long, or your eyesight will deteriorate and you'll become nearsighted."
Lu Yinzhao's eyesight is now exceptionally good because she has always been careful to limit her use of electronic devices.
"Okay, brother, I understand."
That's all for today. We'll continue studying tomorrow.
Lu Yinzhao shut down her computer and posted a few more landscape photos on Weibo.
These are the photos he edited; they're even more stunning than the ones he posted yesterday.
Comments appeared quickly.
[Where is P1? It's so beautiful, like an oil painting! Could you please provide the exact address?]
What kind of camera do bloggers usually use?
Why is everyone else's life filled with poetry and distant horizons, while mine is nothing but the mundane struggles of the present...?
[Could you please create a tutorial on how to adjust the post-processing parameters?]
This green lawn is absolutely stunning! Is it a filter or real? I can't believe it's this green!
[Envious of being able to go to such a beautiful place, while I'm still working overtime. [doge emoji]]
Lu Yinzhao selected one or two comments to reply to.
I glanced at the number of followers on the homepage, and it had increased by ten.
"Let's make a little progress every day," Lu Yinzhao thought happily.
...
This summer vacation quietly came to an end as Lu Yinzhao diligently studied post-production techniques.
Back at school, Lu Yinzhao entered the fifth grade.
Although it's only been one grade up, some students in the class have already started complaining that the difficulty of the subjects has increased.
Mathematics began to include more complex word problems and geometric figures, Chinese reading comprehension passages became longer, and English vocabulary expanded considerably.
Lu Yinzhao didn't really feel these minor changes.
However, he did notice the gradual changes that occurred in children at this stage.
The boys who used to run around together started to divide into "basketball faction" and "gaming faction," and the girls also secretly started passing around notebooks.
Some high-achieving students were also secretly competing, and the homeroom teacher no longer supervised them as closely as in the lower grades, but instead had everyone take turns being the "class monitor of the day"...
Today happens to be Lu Yinzhao's turn.
He is responsible for maintaining discipline in the class all day long. He needs to record students who disrupt the class in a notebook and hand it to the teacher.
Lu Yinzhao really dislikes doing this kind of thing.
But kids this age seem to enjoy watching the drama unfold, and they start tattling on each other over the smallest things.
"Lu Yinzhao, Jiang Xiaotao kept talking during class, quickly write him down!"
"Ding Lihui! You're talking nonsense! I even saw you throwing draft paper around! Lu Yinzhao, you have to remember him first!"
"Why should I?! You disrupted class discipline, so of course you'll be marked first!"
"You damaged the classroom, which is even worse. I'll make a note of that!"
Lu Yinzhao: "..."
So you both know you have a problem, but you're just arguing about who should go first?
Lu Yinzhao thought for a moment and wrote their two names together.
To prevent them from arguing about the order of the names, Lu Yinzhao thoughtfully wrote it twice, once with Jiang Xiaotao first and once with Ding Lihui first.
"Alright, stop arguing, I'll grant your wish."
Lu Yinzhao closed his notebook and waved his hand, "Go back to your seats, class is about to start."
Jiang Xiaotao: "..."
Ding Lihui: "..."
The two left reluctantly, each letting out a cold snort before ignoring the other.
"Zhao Zhao, you really know how to do things. Every time it's your turn to be the class monitor, the class discipline improves a lot." Long Xiaoman took a sip of Want Want milk and said admiringly.
“But I didn’t do anything.” Lu Yinzhao didn’t quite understand either.
"You have good grades, you speak with credibility, and people are willing to believe you. Moreover, you are a good person. Even if you write down the names of classmates, you will explain the truth to the teacher and will not distort the facts..."
"Is...that so?" Lu Yinzhao scratched the back of his head.
Long Xiaoman nodded: "Yes, that's why everyone is eager for you to become the real class monitor."
"Let's forget about that, I don't have the energy." Lu Yinzhao doesn't like to get involved in things, and the responsibility of being the math class representative is enough for her.
"If you don't have the energy to be class monitor, how can you have the energy to participate in the sports meet?"
Just then, Qi Feixiao, the sports committee member at the table in front of him, turned his head and looked over.
"Of course..."
"Of course you want to sign up? I know, I understand!"
Before Lu Yinzhao could even say yes, Qi Feixiao slammed the registration form onto Lu Yinzhao's desk.
"You don't participate every year, everyone wants to see you compete."
Lu Yinzhao felt embarrassed to refuse again when the other person stared at her expectant eyes.
“Okay, but I’ll only participate in one project.” This was Lu Yinzhao’s final compromise.
"Let's sign up for the 4x100m relay; we're just short one person," Qi Feixiao said.
"OK."
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In late October, Xingyao Primary School's autumn sports meet began.
This time of year is the busiest time at Xingyao.
Their elementary school sports meet is held first, followed by the junior high and high school sports meets.
Xingyao Elementary School loves to put on some fancy decorations for its sports meets.
Today, as an athlete, Lu Yinzhao saw huge banners on both sides of the finish line as soon as he entered the playground.
One side reads "Strive to run, surpass yourself," while the other side reads "Sunshine sports, safety first."
Very well, it doesn't rhyme at all.
Two temporary workers, hired by the school from who-knows-where, were dressed in mascot costumes and stood under the banners on either side, waving small flags.
If it weren't for their appearance, Lu Yinzhao wouldn't have known that Xingyao Elementary School actually had anime IP characters.
One looks like a pencil, and the other looks like an eraser. After being cartoonized, they look both ugly and silly.
As the various competitions began in an orderly manner, each class's cheerleading team started competing to see who could shout the loudest.
"Go Class 3 (3)!"
"Class 4(1)! Victory is certain!"
"Class 5(4)! Charge!"
"..."
To ensure fairness, students from different grades will be divided into groups for competition.
Most of the projects for Lu Yinzhao's fifth-grade group were in the afternoon.
This includes the relay race he himself will be participating in.
The relay race preliminary round will select the top six classes based on their performance, who will then participate in the final round.
Lu Yinzhao's class has always been very strong in track and field events.
Qi Feixiao, the sports committee member, is an exceptionally fast runner, and Lu Yinzhao thinks that this kid could develop his athletic talent in the future.
Despite never having participated before, Qi Feixiao trusted him immensely and entrusted him with the crucial fourth baton, which would determine the outcome of the match.
"Zhao Zhao, keep going!" Long Xiaoman shouted loudly to Lu Yin Zhao in their class's rest area.
Lu Yinzhao waved to him and gave him an OK sign.
The relay race began, and the starting gun fired.
The first runners all shot off from the starting line like little cannons, quickly passing the baton to the second runner, and then to the third runner.
As Qi Feixiao, the third runner, drew closer and closer, Lu Yinzhao was ready to receive the baton.
"Lu Yinzhao, charge!"
Qi Feixiao was very fast; by the time he handed the baton to Lu Yinzhao, he was already far ahead of the other contestants.
Lu Yinzhao took the baton and began to run with all his might.
He hadn't run like this in many years, and his memory suddenly became hazy, bringing to mind a distant past.
The finish line was marked by a red line, and Lu Yinzhao could feel it getting closer and closer to him.
The moment I crossed the finish line, every cell in my body was jubilant.
Deservedly, their class won first place in the group preliminary round of the relay race.
"Well done! Lu Yinzhao! I knew you could do it!"
Qi Feixiao rushed over and hugged Lu Yinzhao first, followed by his two teammates.
Lu Yinzhao was so popular in his class that even the students in the rest area came running over.
Looking at the unstoppable crowd surrounding him, Lu Yinzhao felt as if he had won first place in the finals, not the preliminary round.
"Hey! You students from that class! Don't crowd on the track!" a teacher shouted as they ran over from a distance.
There were probably too many people coming at once, and the staff member dressed as a mascot mascot bumped into the pole of the sign.
The sign on the pole swayed a few times, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lu Yinzhao shouted, "Watch out! Scatter!"
He quickly pushed several classmates onto the grass, but when it was his turn to avoid them, it was too late.
The sign collapsed with a crash, like a giant fan, slamming Lu Yinzhao to the ground.
The sign wasn't actually heavy; it was made of lightweight materials. But it was just too big, and Lu Yinzhao was only the size of a primary school student.
This finally stunned him.
Lu Yinzhao could feel a burning pain when his hands and legs touched the ground.
It's almost certain that the skin will break open.
His mind was spinning, and he was thinking about how unlucky he was.
Before the race, he had imagined that the worst outcome would be that he would accidentally fall on the track, but he never imagined that he would be knocked to the ground by a big sign after he successfully reached the finish line.
After all, it's a competitive sport, and bumps and bruises are inevitable in competitions, but he really can't accept this kind of injury!
The surroundings were noisy, as if everyone was helping to put the sign up. Lu Yinzhao gradually saw the light from the darkness that had been pressing down on him...
He squinted and saw the slogan on the sign: "Sunshine Sports, Safety First".
"..."
I felt like I was about to vomit blood, and my head was spinning even more.
Lu Yinzhao's vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely.
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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: The most dangerous place is the safest place [clown]
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