The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

Originally, Xia Lin was still unwilling and brooding over this matter.

But when he entered the city team, his training intensity increased sharply, almost more than double his previous training volume.

He rested for nearly a month due to injury, and he obviously felt powerless, so he didn't have the heart to think about it.

Moreover, after not exercising for a long time, he suddenly trained with high intensity, and he seemed to be falling apart, with pain all over his body.

Only one day had passed, and the next morning, Xia Lin's thighs were sore like a box of old vinegar.

When I went downstairs, my thigh was under pressure, and it hurt so much when I bent it, I had to walk down like a penguin, with my legs wide open.

It took him three times the usual time on the first floor, only to run into Qiao Qisheng who was also about to go out.

"Xia Lin, is your muscle strained?" Qiao Qisheng hurried over to help him go downstairs.

"Oh my god." Xia Lin held his hand firmly, and the other hand held the handrail of the stairs, "Brother, my leg is going to be useless."

"You won't take it easy?" Qiao Qisheng helped him to go down a little bit.

"Why don't you take it easy, everyone is practicing, I can't be special. Brother, how did you persist in the training intensity of the city team at that time?" Xia Lin wanted to give up after staying for a day.

"Just get used to it in two days. You should take it step by step." Qiao Qisheng said while helping him down the stairs, "Who is your coach?"

"Yang Fanyi." Xia Lin continued to walk with his legs crossed, "Brother, who was your coach at that time?"

"Liu Wenjie." Qiao Qisheng saw him struggling to go downstairs, but luckily squatted down, "I'll carry you."

"That's great." Xia Lin put her arms on him without hesitation, jumped up and climbed up his back, "It should have been like this a long time ago, but I'm exhausted."

Qiao Qisheng carried him back without much effort, it was better than pestering him to move downstairs a little bit: "Coach Yang Fanyi is very good, all he brought out entered the provincial team."

"Really?!" Xia Lin was overjoyed, he didn't expect so much, "Is this related to the coach?"

"It has something to do with it. After all, if the master doesn't lead you in, how can you practice?" Qiao Qisheng dragged him up, "You should have told me earlier, it won't be so hard for me to go up to pick you up."

"I didn't expect it. I can't do it when I get up. When I went to the bathroom, I almost didn't get up, and then I lingered until now." Xia Lin raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Brother, why are you going now? What are you doing now? It's not time for your training."

"Well, I'm going to do some shopping." Qiao Qisheng said when he went down to the first floor.

"Then you go and buy it. I can do it myself in Pingdi." Xia Lin said that he wanted to get off his back, but was stopped, "I don't worry about you like this, so I'd better send you there. You can buy things anytime."

Originally, Qiao Qisheng wanted to go by car, but Xia Lin thought that it would be difficult for him to sit down, so he decided to walk over.

Along the way, he asked Qiao Qisheng a lot about training, and when he was about to arrive, he asked, "Brother, are you tired from the provincial team?"

"It's not bad." Qiao Qisheng recalled the state when he first joined the provincial team last year, "I won't get used to it at first."

"So this is a normal phenomenon?" Xia Lin gritted her teeth and endured the pain and tried to walk as fast as possible, lest she be really late and die.

"Of course, I don't get tired lying down, but can I achieve results? No." Qiao Qisheng asked himself and answered, "Aren't you quite a champion? That's one in a million. How can you do it if you don't work hard?"

Xia Lin, who half understood, nodded: "Brother, you are right."

"School hasn't started yet. When you start school, you'll be even busier. Time may be lost, so is your goal firm?" Qiao Qisheng didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm, but wanted to make him realize through repeated inquiries and explanations. , what exactly do you want.

"I'm quite a champion." Xia Lin said firmly.

"Then these are not difficult." Qiao Qisheng patted his head, "Take your time, everything will be fine."

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Just like Qiao Qisheng said.

After school started, Xia Lin, who joined the city's swimming team, wished that the day would be broken into eight pieces, only regretting that he didn't have a separate body/body to take care of both study and swimming.

The swimming team and the school ran back and forth for half a semester, and Xia Lin's midterm exam results plummeted.

At this moment, he was standing at the door of the building with the paper in hand, thinking about Yang Pingping's fierce face, he couldn't help but shiver.

Still don't need to sign it.

But if you don't sign, there will be a parent meeting, and you still have to know sooner or later.

But if you can live one day later, you can live one more day. It is better to die early than to die late.

Still hesitating, someone called him from behind, and the papers he held in his hand were scattered on the floor in fright.

Qiao Qisheng had watched him hesitate for a long time before calling him, but he didn't expect to be able to surprise people.

He walked over to pick up the paper that had fallen on the floor, and was about to dust off the dust and return it when he saw a striking red number on the front of the paper: "9."