Liang Zimo, who left the hospital without wearing a hospital gown, was full of energy, jumped around and sprinted several times in a row, and finally confirmed that his Achilles tendon had improved. Not only did his physical function not decrease, it seemed to be stronger, which made Liang Zimo very happy.

Xuan Qi drove a Hummer and sent Liang Zimo to the sports school. There was nothing wrong in the afternoon, so he just stayed here to watch Liang Zimo Xun.

Liang Zimo, who had just recovered from injury, was like a bird with healed wings, flying around the track. At first, he did not dare to hurdle directly, but ran five thousand meters, first allowing his muscles to adapt to running. After waiting for the running to gradually adapt, Liang Zimo ran another 400 meters and 100 meters. His grades were pretty good and his explosive power was full. Liang Zimo came to the side of the track, first doing warm-up exercises, and then running a 110-meter hurdle.

The l10-meter hurdle is composed of the l10-meter runway and the 10 hurdles on the track. The first hurdle of the man's l10-meter hurdle is 13 meters away from the starting line. The distance between the l-10th railroad is 10 yards, which is about 14 meters, and the height of the railroad is lUU.7 cm. According to different competitions, the height of the railroad is divided into five grades: 76.cm, 84.0 cm, 9l.4 cm, 1000 cm, and the distance from the last hurdle to the finishing point is 14.m.

When a man runs a 10-meter hurdle with a height of 107 cm in a competition, athletes must cross 10 stairs. Except for deliberately pushing or kicking the stairs, knocking the stairs in other parts of his body is not considered a foul. Some experts predict that the limit of a human 10-meter hurdle is 78 seconds.

This is the charm of racing sports. Humans always surpass themselves in one second, one second, or one second, and humans live unscrupulously on this planet. When other species can no longer threaten human survival, humans begin to challenge their limits and constantly refresh their limits.

Liang Zimo is tall and has a good physical fitness. He is also a celebrity at Beishi. When warming up on the track, people keep coming to greet Liang Zimo. A few days ago, his injury made many people feel complicated. On the one hand, he is glad that there is no opponent in the competition, but on the other hand, he feels misfortune. Without Liang Zimo, I am afraid that Beishi's performance will decline.

When Coach Zhang saw Liang Zimo, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then turned into deep worries. He walked over and said to Liang Zimo: "Who asked you to come back? You no longer recover from the hospital. What are you doing now?" He said, and interrupted Liang Zimo's stretching movement: "Don't show off, save the injury and increase the injury.

Liang Zimo also knew that Coach Zhang was doing his own good and did not dare to say that he had recovered. This seemed too evil and outrageous. He quickly spoke out: "I was not injured last time, and the Achilles tendon was intact. It was a misdiagnosis by the hospital."

"Misdiagnosis?" Coach Zhang glared, but unexpectedly, what happened was like this. He asked again: "Is it really a misdiagnosis?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Liang Zimo said and finished the warm-up exercise, lay in front of the 110-meter hurdle track, and said to Coach Zhang: "I'm fine or not, you'll know if I run for a while."

That's all, Coach Zhang muttered secretly, then narrowed his eyes slightly and took out the stopwatch from his pocket. Xiaowei was half an assistant coach, took out the whistle from her pocket and stood beside Coach Zhang. Seeing the coach nodding, she blew a long whistle first.

After hearing the long whistle, Liang Zimo immediately squatted on the ground, stepped on two runners, pressed his hands on the ground, took a deep breath, and his muscles were tight like cheetahs, and his eyes looked at the track in front of him.

Coach Zhang nodded to Xiaowei, Xiaowei blew the whistle, and at the same time, Coach Zhang pinched the code. Liang Zimo, who had been prepared on the ground, rushed out like a cheetah, and his bulging muscles were filled with explosive power. His legs moved away and he ran forward with great strength. The hair on his head stood upright one by one, and was blown by the wind to fly backwards.

Hurdles are a combination of strength and beauty. When humans cross obstacles, their speed will not only not decrease, but will instead be faster. The rhythm is like chasing the wind and the moon, which is pleasing to the eye.

Xuan Qi stood on the inside of the track, looking at Liang Zimo who was running. He was technically a little rough, with a total of ten rails. He ran down and knocked down three of them.

As Liang Zimo stretched his head against the line, Coach Zhang also pressed the code table and looked at the numbers on the code table. Coach Zhang was completely stunned. He ran into the 14th second and 7th seconds. Liang Zimo's overall performance improved a lot. If he could get rid of the technical frigidity, this kid would definitely be able to run into the 13th second, which would become grand.

In the 110-meter hurdles in the IAAF, as long as you can run into thirteen seconds, the rest depends on the on-the-spot performance. In other words, whoever can run into thirteen seconds will have the championship.

Coach Zhang, who was so excited, reached out to pat Liang Zimo on the shoulder, and laughed and said, "Okay, your kid has improved his ability and his grades have improved so much. It's just some skills..."

Liang Zimo smiled and looked at Xuan Qi at the same time, giving him a grateful look. If it weren't for Xuan Qi, I'm afraid he would still be in the hospital now.

Xuan Qi gestured to Liang Zimo with a thumbs up. Now everything is back on track. Xuan Qi is also planning to say goodbye. Just as he is about to leave, he suddenly saw two familiar figures. Coach Sun took Xiang over from the side. Xuan Qi's eyes were filled with surprise, not understanding what it means to walk over?

Coach Sun, who had only the Mediterranean hairstyle, smiled at Coach Zhang, and then said to Liang Zimo: "Young man, I have a sense of impulse. I just ran fast enough, I broke the fourteenth and went to the threeteenth, right? Are you interested in practicing together?"

In order to improve their grades, players in racing sports generally look for people with similar speeds to practice together. On the one hand, they regard the other party as a whetstone to stimulate their progress, and on the other hand, they also regard the other party as a reference for improving their grades. As long as the grades are not much worse, it is mutually beneficial.

Coach Zhang patted Liang Zimo's shoulder happily, and then said happily: "I haven't broken the fourteenth and the thirteenth, and it's only 14 seconds and 7th at present." As he said that, he showed off again: "Zimo is still young, he is only freshman this year. He used to practice sprinting and just learned hurdles this year. As long as he practices for a while, this score can be improved."

When he heard Coach Zhang say this, Liang Zimo smiled shyly. He knew Xiang, who was also shy on the other side, and knew that the other party was very talented in hurdles. If there were no accidents, it would be the two of them who competed for the Universiade.

Xiang is still a pink and tender newcomer at this moment, only three years older than Liang Zimo. He has no mellowness after becoming famous, but more of a kind of harmless shyness.

When Coach Sun heard that Liang Zimo was younger than Xiang, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he sniffed and said, "This is really a good seedling, with great potential to dig." After praising him, he began to try his best to invite Liang Zimo and Xiang to practice together.

Xuan Qi was always watching the bystander coldly, using the Qi-display technique at will. Suddenly, he found that the sharp aura on Liang Zimo's head was actually dim little by little.

Just as people say, people fight for one breath, Buddha fights for one stick of incense. Sometimes they compete for fame and fortune, and they pursue that breath. As the saying goes, show saints in front of others and seize pride. Seeking for a point is to understand the idea of ​​killing all directions. Why can we tolerate what others cannot tolerate? It is because there is an unprecedented sharpness in our hearts. Now Xuan Qi found that the sharpness in Liang Zimo's hearts is actually dissipating little by little.

Xuan Qi looked at Xiang, and then suddenly realized that the problem was here. Liang Zimo, who had just recovered from injury, had this kind of sharpness in his heart, so he was so strong. If he practiced with Xiang now, after repeated failures, the sharpness in his heart would inevitably dissipate, and his grades would decrease accordingly. Morale could not be released, but now practiced with Xiang now more harm than good.

Liang Zimo was already a little moved, and Coach Zhang thought about it carefully and there was nothing wrong with it. Just as he was about to agree, Xuan Qi stood up and said, "Zimo just came back from the hospital. He has not made any physical fitness reserves these days and has not been familiar with the technology. Two days later it will be a trial competition. I suggest that you first reserve physical fitness, restore skills, and practice things to wait for the trial competition."

When Coach Sun heard Xuan Qi say this, his eyes flashed with meaning. Coach Zhang also felt that what Xuan Qi said made sense, so he didn't get too entangled with this issue anymore. He took Xiang to the other side of the track to start training.

Xuan Qi took out a pack of Wangyou Lu from his pocket. This was a mouth-shaped preparation developed by Sheng Dengfeng. They were all stuffed into Liang Zimo's hands. At the same time, he comforted him: "Your body has just recovered, it's like a machine that has been stopped for a long time. Don't use it too hard before preheating." At the same time, he smiled on his face and patted Liang Zimo's shoulder: "You can't be too rush, just follow it step by step."

Liang Zimo had a shy smile on his face. No matter what Xuan Qi said, he always felt right. A good guy who saved his career must have made a lot of sense.

"Practice well and wait for you to get good results in the trial competition the day after tomorrow. When you get the quota that appears, I will cheer for you in person." Liang Zimo will definitely shine in the lottery and will surely shock Xiang.

Xuan Qi and Liang Zimo agreed to meet in Tokyo and left. Everyone must have their own life trajectory, and everyone lives for themselves. Other people's lives cannot be too much precautions, after all, their lives need to go on their own.

Xiao Wei pulled Liang Zimo's arm and looked at the medicine box in Liang Zimo's hand: "What is this? Why does it look like a cigarette roll."

"This is the medicinal material given to me by Xuan Qi, which should be related to the healing of my Achilles tendon." Liang Zimo handed the medicine box to Xiaowei very seriously: "Help me take it, don't lose it." As he said, there was a smile on his face: "Xuan Qi said he would come to see my qualifiers in two days."

"Really?" Xiaowei yelled in surprise: "Then you have to run hard and try to get the first place."

Coach Zhang came over and said, "You young couple don't want to be here to be kind." As he said, he made a move: "Zi Mo, you are such a good seedling, but you have been studying hurdles for too short. Fortunately, there is still some time in the Universiade. I will explain the key points of the technical points to you now, hoping that you can master them thoroughly." A good coach always feels happy when he meets a good seedling and wants to teach himself to his apprentice.
Chapter completed!