Her dream
Xiang Cheng previously said that he would start recruiting players for tryouts in October, and he would most likely select talents based on the last Grand Prix race in October.
Although the methods of recruiting into the national team are different for different events, as they are both sprint events, the 400 meters should have the same selection criteria.
She currently has no experience in even competing in the 400m, let alone joining the national team in a legitimate way.
He Yang laughed. "Don't worry, we'll select people fairly and impartially. But hehe, with your performance, if you don't make the national team, I'll have a fight with Coach Wang. Is he deliberately trying to get me to report to the provincial team?"
Qu Chi felt relieved and couldn't help laughing.
After saying goodbye to all the coaches of the national team, He Yuntong took the two of them back to the locker room.
Although Qu Chi still didn't talk to anyone, everyone could see the slight smile on her lips.
So much happened in just the two hours after the game.
He Yuntong didn't know what to say.
The final conclusion is that Qu Chi should change projects soon.
He is not angry.
If he had been training Qu Chi for the 100m from start to finish, and heard that Qu Chi wanted to change events, he would have been furious. Just like if Zhou Xinwen had mentioned this to him, He Yuntong would have ignored their mentor-disciple relationship and scolded her for two hours.
But this is Qu Chi, and his mentality is different.
Everyone has their own choice.
On the way back in the car, Zhou Xinwen was holding her phone, not knowing what she was doing, while Qu Chi was resting with his eyes closed.
After a bump, Qu Chi opened her eyes, and Zhou Xinwen seemed to be waiting for her to wake up.
"Sister Qu Chi." She shook her phone, indicating that she should check the message.
Qu Chi took his cell phone out of his bag.
[Sister Qu Chi, why did you change projects? ]
[This is so sudden. Will we be able to train together from now on?]
Zhou Xinwen didn’t understand Qu Chi’s previous state of mind of losing hope, she just didn’t want to see Qu Chi leave.
Qu Chi felt that she had not laughed so easily in a long time. She chose another path and also took off the mountain that was pressing on her.
She thought for a while and didn't know how to reply to Zhou Xinwen, so she patted her shoulder and asked her to relax.
They should still have the opportunity to train together. After all, they are in the same provincial team and are both participating in track and field events. There is a high probability that they will be selected for the national team at the same time in the future.
But they don't have to compete on the same field anymore.
Zhou Xinwen actually doesn't need her stimulation. Her condition is unstable. What she needs is training and a solid foundation. This is also a common problem among young players. Zhou Xinwen's situation is already good.
Besides, even if Zhou Xinwen's condition fluctuates, she is good enough to be selected into the national team and receive better training.
Qu Chi suddenly froze. She didn't know if this was another way of escaping.
It seems that she chose to change her event because she didn't want to compete with Zhou Xinwen.
But... this is what makes her happiest recently.
It's not just because there's no talented player like Zhou Xinwen pressing down on her, but also because she seems to be valued again.
Qu Chi raised his head and looked at the roof of the car.
She knew clearly that the feeling of being needed made her shamefully satisfied.
When she was once known as the leader of the younger generation of women in the 100-meter race, she felt pressure, but she never thought of giving up.
Because she enjoys that feeling.
When Zhou Xinwen appeared, she felt like she was abandoned by the runway.
The runway no longer needs her.
And now, she knows that she still has talent for the 400 meters, she can continue to run and continue to be needed by the 400 meters.
Qu Chi's mood gradually calmed down, and she saw herself clearly.
It was so clear that it made her feel timid, but the fear quickly subsided.
She didn't need to be afraid.
The current result is the best one, and she will continue to run with all her strength until one day she stands on the track of her dreams.
*
After the meeting, He Yang looked at the time and it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.
A coach next to her called out to her, "Coach He, aren't you leaving? Go back to the hotel."
He Yang stretched his muscles and waved his hands: "I'm going to my sister's house. I'll have a good rest tomorrow."
After the trip to Jing'an City, she took the opportunity to take two days off to spend time with her sister.
Although the transportation is convenient, she is usually busy with work, and her sister's work requires her to travel all over the country.
It's such a coincidence that my sister returned to Jing'an and she happened to come here.
I took a taxi to my sister's house, and the servants had already gone to bed.
He Yang is a simple sprint coach who is very reluctant to disturb others' rest.
So she called someone:
"Qin Chengmo, come down and open the door for me."
The speed with which Qin Chengmo answered the phone revealed that he had not fallen asleep.
Qin Chengmo: "..."
"I'm writing music."
What I mean now is that I have been disturbed.
He Yang excused himself: "Sorry, that's the way it's been, come down and open the door."
Qin Chengmo went downstairs helplessly.
He Yang clapped his hands when he saw him and said, "Long time no see, my nephew."
"We just met this morning." In order to be rigorous, Qin Chengmo raised his hand to confirm that the time was not past midnight.
He Yang strode into the room. "How dare you say it was in the morning? I didn't even see a hair in your hair this afternoon, and you said you wanted to watch a track and field competition. Haha, I thought you wanted to support our country's track and field industry."
Qin Chengmo: "Yes, I support it."
Seeing that his three hits with the sticks didn't make any sound, He Yang was too lazy to bother him.
"Okay, go back to sleep! I don't know why kids these days don't like to talk."
She thought Qu Chi seemed to be an introvert, and began to plan how to improve the relationship between the coach and the players.
Qin Chengmo leaned against the entrance.
"Aunt."
He Yang looked up, puzzled: "What?"
"Well, today, I heard you on the phone..." Qin Chengmo hesitated, and He Yang looked disgusted.
"I'm telling you, have you been holding back for so long that you can't even speak anymore? Stop playing the violin and ask your dad to sign you up for singing lessons."
Qin Chengmo didn't want to say anything more.
He Yang waited for a while but got nothing. He yawned and didn't want to waste time with him anymore.
"Okay, we can talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say. I'm going upstairs to sleep."
Walking up the stairs, He Yang suddenly remembered.
"Wait, are you from Jing'an Middle School?"
*
Late at night, the bright moonlight shines through the window, looking like butter on the ground.
Qu Chi was lying on the bed. It was clearly time to go to bed, but he was suffering from insomnia.
She turned on her phone and of course there was no reply to the message she had sent an hour ago.
They should all be asleep.
But she couldn't sleep, her 400m performance kept replaying in her mind.
If it were a little faster here...and there, it would probably be faster too.
As soon as I close my eyes, the red plastic track appears before my eyes.
She recalled the night when she was confirmed to be sent from the school team to the provincial team. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.
Suddenly, she remembered the person she met at the end of the game.
He said that it was because of himself that he became interested in sprinting.
So if she participates in the 400-meter event in the future, will he still support her?
In fact, what she was worried about was whether anyone would support her to run the 400 meters?
For those 100-meter track and field fans, is she considered a deserter?
Qu Chi stopped thinking.
There aren't that many 100m fans following you.
If you were Zhou Xinwen, it would be easy. With your 100-meter result, no one would care about your change of event.
Qu Chi sighed and found it still difficult to fall asleep.
He got out of bed carefully, found the banner that the man had given him, and looked at the little man on the banner over and over again in the moonlight.
Such a happy smile.
When was this painted?
Qu Chi folded the banner, took it to bed, and put it under his pillow.
I don’t know how long it took before I finally fell into a deep sleep.
Tonight's dream is a little different.
She stood on the track. The dark shadows around her that symbolized her opponents were gone today, and she was no longer running like she used to.
Qu Chi only saw a red figure from behind. She looked very familiar, except that she had a long ponytail, which made Qu Chi feel unfamiliar.
She touched her hair, it was short.
The man didn't say anything, just squatted in front of the starting blocks.
Qu Chi discovered that she was preparing to start the race around the bend, with her ponytail waiting without pedaling.
Qu Chi understood what she meant and walked to the inner lane. A starting block appeared under her feet. She stepped onto the starting block like Ponytail, replicating her posture.
The crude start she made during the day was corrected, and she seemed to have learned the most suitable starting method and starting angle for her.
She was in a very happy mood in the dream, and those once intangible opponents now had their backs to her.
That’s right, the ponytail was always running ahead of her, and she could only see its back.
But since she had taken the trouble to teach herself how to run, she didn't mind the chase.
The person in the dream was very fast. On this 400-meter track, she could only follow behind her with great effort, watching the other person's back after each burst of pedaling.
The next day, Qu Chi woke up, and for a moment her body was so overwhelmed by the dream in her mind that she couldn't wake up. But when she opened her eyes, her tired soul was pulled back to reality by her energetic body.
She picked up her phone and took a look. She received a reply to her message from last night.
【what ever. 】
As expected.
Qu Chi replied: [Yes.]
When they arrived at the training ground, Qu Chi began to warm up by himself. Athletes from other events were also training there.
Qu Chi consciously looked for the 400-meter runner, but did not see any.
Only then did she realize that she seemed to be the only 400-meter athlete currently training with the provincial team.
No, it's a quasi-400m runner.
"Quchi!"
A deliberately low, yet very noticeable voice sounded.
It is Wang Yu who competes in both long jump and 200 meters.
"Qu Chi, I heard that you are going to change your project?" Her voice was full of excitement and curiosity, and she asked Qu Chi while stretching.
Qu Chi wondered if it was the news Zhou Xinwen told her.
But on weekdays, Zhou Xinwen also focuses on the 100-meter event and does not seem to have a close relationship with this person.
"Who told you this?"
She spoke in a flat tone, not intending to deny it.
Wang Yu was very excited: "Wow, it's true! You are the second best athlete in the 100m event for our provincial team, and you can actually switch events."
Qu Chi: "Not Second Sister."
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