Cannon fodder, he just wants to win [Quick Transmigration]

The strange thing is that after winning this competition, the system did not award points.

Xie Bujing asked the system once, but didn't get a reply, and he didn't know what the judging criteria were.

But he doesn't have anything to buy right now, so whether he has points or not doesn't matter much.

And compared to the points, there is one more thing that worries him now - the final exam.

There are still three days before the final exam, Xie Bujing has been absent from class for a whole month, and all missing knowledge points must be completed within these three days.

Moreover, the academic system of this world is different from his original world.

Although Xie Bujing became a professional athlete early on, even a professional athlete has cultural courses and some went to college.

Xie Bujing's corresponding high school academic system is generally divided into classes according to the two subjects of arts and sciences.

However, in this world, students choose their own courses for teaching. The three subjects of language, mathematics and foreign language are compulsory, but politics, history, geography, material, chemistry, and students can be selected by students.

The original choice was a combination of matter, chemistry, and land, pure science.

Xie Bujing speaks a lot, he is good at geography, and barely passes the test of physics and mechanics, but he knows nothing about chemistry, so he relies on impromptu surprises to cope with the exam.

The next afternoon, when Xie Bujing finished the last English test, he even began to wonder whether the principal would directly kick him out of the school because he fell out of the top 20.

But he won the prize in the national competition, the school should give him extra credits.

When Xie Bujing was calculating various scores in his mind, he suddenly heard the class teacher call him, asking him to go to the principal's office after the exam.

The principal looking for him?

Xie Bujing suddenly "thumped" in his heart.

so fast?

But he quickly denied his guess.

Impossible, he has just finished writing the test paper, even if he is really to be expelled from school, at least the results must be obtained before the decision can be made.

Xie Bujing asked, "Did you say something?"

"I didn't say that," the head teacher seemed to see his worry, and took the initiative to comfort him, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. The school pays great attention to the comprehensive development of students' morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. Maybe it's because you praised you for winning the prize." Woolen cloth."

After all, Xie Bujing just won a national award, which is quite important.

Praise him... Xie Bujing became even more worried when he heard such remarks.

The last exam is over, and the campus is full of excited students.

Xie Bujing walked through the crowd and came to a small two-story building with a sense of history.

Walking through the quaint corridor and climbing up the stairs, Xie Bujing stopped outside the dark wooden door.

The sign above the head said "Principal's Office", and there was a muffled conversation in the room.

Xie Bujing raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The headmaster's voice came through the crack of the door.

The conversation in the room grew louder after the door was opened.

Several men sat on the reception sofa with their backs facing him. They were full of air, their shoulders were straight, and they were the type of regular exercise just by looking at their backs.

"I was talking about you just now," the principal smiled kindly when he saw Xie Bujing come in, and got up and walked towards him, "Come here, let me introduce you."

Xie Bujing was a little surprised, this principal is still very good at life.

Even though it was the first time they met, they acted like they were very close.And the scale is just right, and it won't be offensive.

"Okay." Xie Bujing walked into the room.

The three strange men on the sofa also stood up, and their sharp eyes fell on him undisguisedly, as if they wanted to penetrate his clothes and observe every part of his body.

This look of Xie Bujing is too familiar.

When the coach finds a good seed, it is this kind of look when evaluating the opponent's conditions.

Most of them are from the provincial team.

It is a routine procedure for the provincial team coach to see it after winning the championship.

Sure enough, the next moment the principal said: "This is Xiang Chuan, the coach of the Alpine Skiing National Team, assistant coaches Jiang Xulin and Zhuo Bo."

Unexpectedly, it was the national team who came first, Xie Bujing was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Hello."

The head coach is a little older, in his early 1.7 meters, and is about 40 years old.The two assistant coaches are taller, more athletic, and look less than 30 years old.

"Thank you Bujing." Xiang Chuan looked up at him, "We watched your competition in the Junior Ski Grand Prix and found that you are very talented in skiing. Would you like to come to the national team to train?"

Xie Bujing nodded without any hesitation.

After a brief conversation, the three coaches said they would go to his home to have a look.

It’s not that they are too enthusiastic, it’s that alpine skiing is too short of people, and it’s hard to find such a good seedling, and they hope to solve their worries as much as possible.

Xie Bujing did not refuse.

After all, changing to sports is a big deal, and he plans to take this opportunity to make it clear to his family.

The black car drove from the main road into the one-way street, and after making seven turns, it stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley.

"Are you there?" Assistant coach Zhuo Bo parked his car at the entrance of the alley with difficulty, and looked up at the dilapidated old city.

Xie Bujing led the way: "Hurry up, go a little further inside."

"You go back and forth from here every day when you're studying? It's quite a distance, right?" The alley was too narrow, so Xiang Chuan could only follow behind Xie Bujing, chatting casually.

"It's okay, just get used to it," Xie Bujing said, "It only takes 20 minutes to run there."

The driving distance just now was about 6 kilometers, plus they walked a few hundred meters, the whole journey was about 7 kilometers, Xie Bujing could run over in 20 minutes, and the pace almost reached 35, which is close to the speed of a professional track and field team .

Xiang Chuan's eyes fell on the other's slender body, a little surprised, but he took it for granted.

He asked again: "Does your family support you skiing?"

Xie Bujing: "It should be supported."

Behind the two, the two assistant coaches also started talking in a low voice.

"What do you think of this child?" Jiang Xulin asked.

"It looks quite stable," Zhuo Bo said. "Other kids would jump for joy when they heard that they were recruited into the national team, but he behaved calmly, as if he was eating and sleeping."

Jiang Xulin nodded, thoughtfully: "It's not good to be too stable, not hard enough."

Zhuobo thought for a while, and agreed: "And he is too thin, lacks explosive power, and lacks muscle protection when skiing."

The two looked at each other and fell silent in unison.

But at the next moment, the two said in unison: "But why is he so powerful?"

They looked at each other again, and fell silent again.

Jiang Xulin sighed: "Hey, maybe this is talent."

"Talent is really nothing," Zhuo Bo also sighed, "It's a pity I can't see him growing up."

Jiang Xulin: "Are you really leaving?"

"No way," Zhuo Bo was also helpless, "my mother is too sick, I have to go back to my hometown to take care of him."

"Has the coach found someone to replace you?"

"It seems that something has settled down. I heard that it is a retired athlete before."

……

In the small courtyard, Xie Bufan, who was at home on vacation, was doing his homework.

Suddenly there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the door, Xie Bufan immediately put down his pen and ran out: "Brother, are you back?"

Xie Bujing: "Well, I just finished the exam."

Xie Bufan was taken aback, and his eyes fell on Xie Bujing's side: "Who are these?"

Xie Bujing: "Coach of the alpine skiing national team, come to our house to have a look."

National team coach? !

Xie Bufan knew that his brother was skiing, and he even participated in a national competition and won a great prize.

But he didn't expect that his brother was so good that everyone from the national team came to him!

He hurriedly invited people into the house, poured three more glasses of water enthusiastically, and explained a little shyly: "Sorry, there are not many guests at home, only disposable water glasses."

Three big men huddled on the narrow fabric sofa, looking at the layout of the room calmly.

It is small and old, but fortunately it was cleaned up, and it can be seen that it is maintained with care.

Although there are many athletes who come from poor backgrounds, they did not expect that Xie Bujing’s family of skiing is also so...so simple...

After all, skiing is a relatively expensive sport. Without family support, it is difficult for ordinary people to even get started, let alone skiing like Xie Bujing.

"It's okay, this one is good." Xiang Chuan picked up the paper cup and took a sip of water.

Jiang Xulin and Zhuo Bo looked at each other and drank the water.

Xie Bufan then laughed: "Then I will do my homework first, you are busy, call me if you need anything."

"Is your adult not at home?" Xiang Chuan asked Xie Bujing.

Xie Bujing: "Grandma is out for a walk."

Xiang Chuan: "Then your parents..."

Xie Bujing: "They have passed away."

"Sorry." The three big men fell silent in unison.

Xie Bujing shook his head: "Nothing."

"Let me briefly explain the situation to you," Xiang Chuan continued, "You can now be in the alpine skiing national training team, but it's just training now, and you need to meet certain standards in future tests before you can become an official member."

Xie Bujing: "I understand."

Xiang Chuan: "During the training camp, the team will give you a certain amount of living expenses, not much, but enough to guarantee your basic expenses. If you can win prizes in major competitions, the National Olympic Committee will give you a certain amount of money as a reward."

These are similar to the treatment of his previous figure skating team, Xie Bujing responded one by one.

When Xiang Chuan left, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the yard.

Immediately afterwards, a strange baritone sounded: "Is classmate Xie here?"

Xiang Chuan walked in the front and opened the door casually.

The moment their eyes met, the man outside the room was visibly stunned.

The two looked at each other, their faces very exciting for a while.

After a while, Xiang Chuan coughed lightly and suppressed the complacency on his face: "Sorry, you're late."

Provincial team coach: "..."

One step too late, someone actually attacked first!

Not long after Xiang Chuan left, Xie Bujing received a video call from Qin Ye.

"Congratulations!" Qin Ye Xuejing was still hanging on his forehead, his face was full of excitement, "I heard that you are going to enter the national team?"

"Not yet, just enter the training team," Xie Bujing said, "you can become a full-fledged team member after you pass the test."

"If you can't become an official member after entering the training team, then you should change careers as soon as possible." After Qin Ye finished speaking, he said to the people next to him, "Come on, say hello."

"Who?" Someone asked.

"Lu Shi's little apprentice."

"Oh," half of his face was squeezed into the phone screen, and a smiling young man was waving at him, "Welcome to the training camp, remember to play with me when you have time."

Xie Bujing remembered this face. More than a month ago, he won 16th place in the slalom event of the Alpine Skiing World Cup.

Shen Huai, the only alpine skier in Huaguo to qualify for the World Cup this season.

A month ago, when Xie Bujing listened to others complaining about Shen Huai's 16th place, his heart didn't fluctuate much.

In the eyes of most people, if you can't get the top three in sports, it means you are not good enough.

It was not until Xie Bujing entered the professional track that he realized what this result represented—it was already an excellent result that most professional alpine skiing athletes could not achieve in their entire lives.

There is no doubt that Shen Huai is an extremely good skier.

And now, the man was talking to him.

Xie Bujing immediately sat up straight, and politely replied: "Okay."

Qin Ye: "But he may not be free."

Shen Huai: "That's right, we almost died at that time."

"The coach is really not human." Qin Ye was full of lingering fear, "I still remember the feeling of almost dying on the spot."

Xie Bujing tilted his head, seemingly puzzled.

"Ah, you don't know yet, do you?" Qin Ye grinned, with a gloating expression on his handsome face, "Remember to be mentally prepared when you come here."

"After all... What awaits you next is hell."

"Hell?" Xie Bujing chuckled, "You can even pass, this is not hell."

Qin Ye: "..."

fuck you.