Are you crazy?The four beauties are chasing after me!

Chapter 46 What is the use?Who cares about you, who remembers you?

"Back then, you won the gold medal, you were amazing! But what's the use of being lame for decades? Who cares about you, who remembers you? Only those of us who were beaten by you remember!"

After the boy shouted with red eyes, he finally took a deep breath, and he said loudly, "National team player...do you think I like it? I don't want to be, I'm not!"

After saying that, he rushed over and knocked away the coach, passed over the training players, and ran out quickly.

"Wan Haokong!"

The gymnasts on the side wanted to chase him back, but the coach shouted: "Let him go, what are you chasing?!"

The coach's face was stiff and his face was very ugly.

His eyes were red with anger, and the muscles on his face were trembling, but soon, he took a breath and his eyes softened.

He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can continue training, I'll bring you ice packs."

After saying this, the coach seemed to have aged a lot, and his whole body had become shorter.

With his head down, he limped away under the eyes of everyone.

He was indeed lame as Wan Haokong said, which caused his body to be up and down when he was walking now.

So much so that it looks a little funny from behind.

But it's more heartbreaking.

……

The boy stood on the street full of people coming and going, without moving for a long time.

He has been gone for an unknown amount of time.

After coming out of the practice room, Wan Haokong didn't know where to go, and he couldn't find a place to go for the time being.

There are many people on the street, and they all have their own places to go.

But Wan Haokong was at a loss, as confused as he was about his future.

He has been practicing gymnastics since he was a few years old and is now 15 years old.

He is a half-grown young man, but apart from gymnastics and the movements taught to him by the coach, he actually doesn't know much.

An hour later, Wan Haokong walked into an open Internet cafe wearing the national team's clothes.

He knocked on the counter and asked, "Boss, are you looking for temporary workers?"

……

In front of the Meteorological Bureau family dormitory.

There are some measures for recreational sports.

There is a row of horizontal bars on the side, and a man who looks like he is in his 40s stands there, looking up at the horizontal bars in front of him.

His head has a Mediterranean hairstyle, and the path in the middle of his head is quite wide.

A young couple was sitting on the parallel bars not far away. The two of them were drinking milk tea and blowing the wind. They were having a great time sitting there.

The boy looked over the horizontal bar with disdain.

"Does that bald guy want to get up on the horizontal bar? He stood there and looked at it for a long time, hehehe, can't he get up?"

"Ah? No way, that seems to be Uncle Liu from the Meteorological Bureau!"

"Oh, I recognized him. He fought in the Vietnam War when he was young. I don't know why he later liked to play with sticks. This is the Olympic year. I guess he wants to play again now. Haha, I really want to see him go up!"

The girl's beautiful eyes were very curious. She took a sip of the milk tea and said to the boy next door: "Why are you making fun of the uncle? You seem to be very good at the horizontal bar. By the way, how many pull-ups can you do?"

The boy replied: "Well, maybe three or four, but to be honest, among our classmates, the boys in the same class can do more than three, no more than five."

After speaking, he glanced at Uncle Liu and smiled.

"No, that's pretty awesome too. Look at that uncle's stomach. I guess he shouldn't even think about going up. It's fine to just look up and enjoy yourself. I'm afraid he won't be able to reach the pole even if he raises his hands and jumps up!"

The boy laughed as he talked. He held the girl in his arms, thinking about what to do to make him appear more capable in front of the girl.

However, at this time.

The bald man moved for some reason.

He spit out the saliva in the palm of his hand with two "peh peh", closed his hands and rubbed them together a few times.

He looked up, exerted strength with his legs, and leaped forward, holding firmly on the horizontal bar with both hands.

The girl immediately pushed away the boy who was hugging him, and stared at Uncle Liu, wanting to see more clearly.

Uncle Liu, who was holding his belly, exerted his strength and pulled his arms upward.

He is actually quite powerful.

But then, his right hand suddenly slipped, so he couldn't support himself, he slipped all of a sudden, and fell to the ground!

Fortunately, it was soft mud and he was not half crippled. He was only covered in dust.

The boy on the parallel bars burst out laughing.

I thought that old bald man could really do a dozen pull-ups.

He said, how could it be so easy to counterattack.

Uncle Liu who had fallen to the ground got up from the ground, shook his bald head, and left step by step.

Several neighbors nearby pointed at him.

"Old man Liu, when he was young, he got injured on his hand. I don't know if it's broken or something."

"How could it be so easy to lose weight? Isn't it still good now? If it were to be done away, his hair style would be ruined. There is a path on the top of his head. Isn't it very cool?"

"Hey, let me tell you, when you were a child, were you very envious of bald heads, and you felt cool without hair on your head?"

"Fart, it doesn't matter if I don't have hair. Brother Liu is different. At that time, he was the one who almost went to the Olympics. He had a bald head. How ugly!"

"He wasn't bald back then!"

As these neighbors talked, Uncle Liu slowly left.

The girl next to the boy was chewing pearls and looking at the direction Uncle Liu left.

"So awesome, you almost participated in the Olympics?"

……

"price can not go any lower."

"Pork is priced at this price now. If you don't believe me, go ask somewhere else. The price has risen faster than the house price. Hey! If you don't want to buy it, don't touch it!"

In the noisy vegetable market, behind the pork shop, a shirtless man in an apron was cutting pork with a big knife.

On the side, his son charged into battle with a toy gun and ran No. 20 eight times around the stall.

His wife turned on the TV, sat down on the lard-stained chair, and wiped the sweat off her face.

She looked at the screen and saw the weather forecast.

She wants to watch the news broadcast.

So she turned her head and shouted to her son who was running around: "Calm down, your father has bad eyesight, and you will be honored if he cuts off your body later."

The son didn't listen, like a monkey with a motor on it.

She could only work hard to fish it out for her son, snatch the toy gun from his hand, and throw it aside.

"Hey, watch TV with mom."

The shirtless man was chopping meat. He heard the sound of the TV coming from behind, and seemed to see it. He squinted one eye, not knowing what he wanted to see clearly.

"Look at the history..."

He cursed in a rough voice: "If you read too much history, can you go to heaven? Can you sell pork if you read too much history?"

(End of this chapter)