Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was just getting light.

The waiter of the guesthouse rang the doorbell on time, waking up Li Weijun who was still sleeping soundly. He glanced sleepily at Zhang Yunzhen who was lying on the sofa and unable to get up.

After fumbling to put on his clothes, he kicked the guy on the butt without any hesitation: "Wake up, the train has arrived. You are sleeping like a dead pig. I don't know who was protecting whose safety last night. Your mind is full of nonsense about bombing Rakshasa. If the enemy spies sneak in, you will suffer the consequences."

"I know, I know. I'm not made of iron. I'll always feel tired and exhausted. It's fine as long as there's nothing wrong. You're being petty and fussy like a woman."

Zhang Yunzhen stretched and checked the other weapons and ammunition on his waist to confirm that they were correct. Then he and Zhang Yilei packed their bags and went to the restaurant for breakfast one after another.

Li Weijun couldn't get used to eating the greasy food, so he ordered a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and while drinking it he quietly observed the various people around him.

It can be seen that everyone looks listless at this point. Except for Li Weijun, the mainstay of the track and field team, Song Tianyang is followed by a few athletes with childish faces but rosy complexions and well-developed muscles.

When the nominal head coach of the track and field team saw Li Weijun passing by, he hurriedly came forward with a smile and sat down opposite Li Weijun with a bowl of braised steamed buns.

"Hey, I was thinking that you young people were sleeping late and haven't gotten up yet, so I was just about to ask Xiao Chen to wake you up. Now it seems that I wasted my time."

As Song Tianyang spoke, he called over several shy young comrades who were following him, and introduced them to me, "This is Chen Wanjun. His father is our old leader. He heard that there was an opportunity to study in Luosha Country, so he called me overnight and asked me to let him stay with you to learn more and gain more experience. You know, I can't refuse."

"Chen Wanjun, um, got it. Just take a rest over there."

Li Weijun glanced indifferently at the athlete with a big head, thick neck, and even a double chin on his face, with an indescribably calm expression.

In any era, no matter what sport, there is no escape from the choice of business, especially the position of head coach of the track and field team. Everyone involved in track and field must keep up with the nutritional needs, but now supplies are extremely scarce, and the monthly quota of food is only so much.

Head coach Song Tianyang himself almost suffered from hypoglycemia several times due to hunger, so it is inevitable to let some people with connections come in and take advantage of the situation.

Li Weijun seemed reasonable on this point and did not make a fuss about it. As for the other honest man with a strong build and a red face, he just followed in front tremblingly and muttered something for a while.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce him. This is a good comrade who was transferred from the vicinity of our capital. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a steady personality. People from all over the country praise him for his speed. One meal can give others two meals. It is said that he runs like the God of Speed ​​Dai Zong, and ordinary people can't see his figure. I say that in our track and field team, his track and field talent is second only to you and some people who have the hope of breaking 10 seconds. In my opinion, he has a great hope. This time to Luosha Country was also decided by the higher-ups."