Sprint: This champion is a bit weird

Chapter 19 Back to school
  Monday, October 11.

Just after 6:, Wen Hao rode his bicycle to the gate of Guilin Middle School.

Wen Hao is a sports student, but not exactly a sports student.

Thanks to his mother Yuan Bingmei's educational philosophy, as well as his own academic talent and good education since childhood, he was admitted to Guilin Middle School, a key high school.

Mother hopes that Wenhao will take the route of "flowering both culture and sports". After all, people who engage in sports are too easy to get injured. If something unexpected happens, he will not lose too much culture.

Before the summer vacation, Wen Hao spent his days like this:
  I have normal classes in the morning, go to the sports school for training after the first class in the afternoon, and return to Guizhong for evening self-study in the evening.

The days were a bit boring, but also very fulfilling.

But these days are numbered.

Soon, he will leave this small southern town where he has lived for 17 years and head to the northern metropolis to start a new life.

It is important to park the bicycle on the side of the road for the time being and go to the rice noodle shop opposite the school gate for a bowl of rice noodles.

Guilin rice noodles are the absolute king of value for money no matter what era they are in.

In 2023, before the rebirth, a -tael serving of Guilin rice noodles generally cost only five yuan.

But now in 2005, a -tael serving of Guilin rice noodles only costs cents!

Of course, two taels is not enough to eat. Wenhao, who is 1.86 meters tall, eats a lot more than his peers, so he has to eat at least four taels and a braised egg every time.

"Hey, Wen Hao is back?"

As soon as he walked into the store, the aunt in charge of the cashier recognized him.

Wen Hao took out the money and said with a smile: "Auntie, I haven't been here to talk to fans for several months. Do you still recognize me?"

"Oh, you are so tall, hot and handsome, how could Auntie not remember you?

Besides, look at the banners hanging in front of your school. How can I forget you? "

Wen Hao looked in the direction pointed by his aunt and saw several banners that he had not noticed before.

[Warm congratulations to Wen Hao, Class 4, Grade 100, our school for winning the ×m relay gold medal at the Jinling th National Games! 】

[Warm congratulations to Wen Hao, Class 9, Grade 3, our school, for winning the first men’s 100-meter gold medal at the 4th East Asian Games in Omen! 】

[Warm congratulations to Wen Hao, Class 9, Grade 3, our school, for breaking the national 100-meter youth record! 】

Hey guys, the banners are all up. This time, my friend is really famous.

"Put this money away. You have brought glory to our Guilin. Auntie will treat you to a meal today!"

As the cashier aunt said this, she grabbed the money Wen Hao just paid and stuffed it back into his pocket, and then shouted into the store:

"Xiujuan, take four ounces of rice noodles, add more meat, add a braised egg, and cut into deep-fried dough sticks!"

"Hey! Okay!"

"Thank you, auntie."

Wen Hao did not reject his aunt's kindness, and he enjoyed this bowl of rice noodles with peace of mind, and had a delicious meal.

In the process of making fans, a group of Guizhong students who came in for breakfast came to the store one after another. Some of them seemed to recognize Wen Hao, but they just whispered with their companions and did not come forward to disturb them.

After finishing my meal, I pushed my bicycle into the school, parked it, and carried my empty schoolbag to the classroom.

Not surprisingly, as soon as I entered the class, I saw the students writing furiously and catching up on their homework.

Even in key middle schools, copying homework is inevitable.

"Mai Wenjing, have you done your English homework? Copy it for me~"

"Humph, I won't give it to you, just write it yourself!"

"Oh, let me copy it~ I'll treat you to a lollipop."

"How old are you to still eat lollipops? How childish are you? I want strawberry flavored ones."

Sure enough, copying is healthier.

Wen Hao did not intend to directly attract the attention of his classmates, so he walked to his seat carrying his schoolbag.

The VIP luxury single rooms in the last row by the window are just the kind that are next to the trash can.

"Ok?"

Even though Wen Hao was very careful, the sound of pulling up the chair still alarmed the front desk.

Mai Wenjing, a sweet girl with a round face and a strawberry-flavored lollipop in her mouth, turned around and screamed out of surprise.

"Ah! Wenhao, you're back!" This shout of surprise immediately silenced the noisy classroom, and all the boys and girls looked in this direction.

"Damn it, Wen Hao, when did you return to Guilin?"

"Yes, didn't East Asia just end yesterday? You did it too quickly!"

"Hey, hey, Wenhao! Is there any bonus for winning the East Asia Games?"

"Brother Hao! Damn you are so awesome! You will be my idol from now on!"

"Brother Hao, do you want some candy? I have strawberry, orange, and chocolate flavors."

The classroom, which had been quiet for a while, suddenly became lively again. A few boys who were close to each other didn't even copy their homework and just gathered around.

This was not the first time Wen Hao had encountered such treatment of being watched, but the difference was that he did not feel uncomfortable this time.

Compared to the dazzling flashlights and the emotionless questions from reporters who just want to get rid of the hard facts, the group of inexperienced students in front of them, who are full of vigor and vitality, is noisy but also makes people feel comfortable. .

"I came back on Saturday and rested at home for two days."

"There is a bonus, but I didn't ask how much it is specifically. Anyway, it's stuck with my mother. If I'm short of money, I can ask her for it."

"Hey, hey, hey, fat man, don't come near me. Do you know that my sexual orientation is normal?"

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After being noisy for a while, the head teacher, Old Tang, walked into the classroom, and the students surrounding Wen Hao immediately dispersed.

Old Tang was a resolute man. When he walked up to Wen Hao, he took out a piece of A4 paper and handed it to him:
  "It's up to you to deliver the speech under the national flag this morning. I've already written the draft for you. Read it through while there's still time to avoid getting stuck on the rostrum."

"Okay." Wen Hao took the draft naturally and began to recite it quietly.

Wen Hao had already informed Old Tang about returning to school on Monday in advance yesterday, but Old Tang called him in the evening and asked him to prepare a speech under the national flag on Monday.

This kind of thing is unavoidable, not to mention that the speaking stages he may step on will become bigger and bigger in the future, so he should regard it as accumulating experience.

At 7:45, the flag-raising ceremony came as scheduled, and the banners seen at the school gate were now also raised on the podium.

After the national flag was raised and the national anthem was played and sung, the dean took the stage and gave a speech as usual.

"Next, let's invite Wen Hao, the representative of Class 9, Grade 3, to give a speech under the national flag. Everyone welcomes him with applause!"

Warm applause suddenly sounded, startling Wen Hao who had just stepped onto the podium.

Good guys, when the principal and the dean were talking, I never saw you applauding so enthusiastically. Man, I am really flattered!

In addition to applause, noisy discussions also continued among the crowd.

"Holy crap, he is the legendary Wen Hao?"

“National Games relay champion, East Asian Games 100-meter champion, holy shit, that’s really awesome!”

"I heard that he only ran 11 seconds at the Municipal Games last year. He improved by more than 42 second in one year. It's incredible!"

"He is so handsome, even more handsome than what you see on TV!"

"We are both seniors in high school, so why is the gap so big?"

There are very few students in the second and third years of high school who don't know Wen Hao. After all, he has been a popular figure in the school since his first year of high school.

As for the freshmen who just entered high school in September this year, except for the handful who came up from the junior high school, most of the rest didn't know Wen Hao.

But now, they can't even think about knowing each other.

As an old key middle school in Guilin, Guizhong and No. 18 Middle School are among the top two in Guilin all year round. In various subjects, it can also produce several outstanding talents who can win provincial competition awards and even national competition awards every year. .

But compared with Wen Hao, who is already the champion of the National Games and the East Asian Games, these subject competitions that do not attract much social attention seem a bit "humble".

what?
  Physics competition champion?

Math Olympiad champion?

Can I be on CCTV?
  Can it be on the front page of Guangxi Daily?
  No, what about a hammer?

　Before entering the 2006 season, I will conduct a daily shaping process around the protagonist.

　　In the two previous sprint articles, although I also inserted some daily fragments, they were very fragmented and felt like a ruthless running machine.

　　I don’t know if you have read the introduction. In addition to the main plot of being an athlete, the protagonist will also "create" music. There will be no shortage of daily chapters. I will try to make it as interesting as possible.

　　In addition, in a few chapters, the first female protagonist of this book will appear. Guess who she will be?

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)