I am reborn and just want to concentrate on my studies

In a long-distance running competition, if you rush too hard at the beginning, you will be unable to run at all soon. Your body must gradually adapt.

So Yi Yang didn't run too fast at first, but just warmed up at a relatively easy pace.

Of course, it was already very fast.

There were dozens of runners participating in the run. At first, everyone gathered together in a swarm. However, after running a short distance, the crowd dispersed. Those who could run and those who could not ran were almost within a distance of about half a circle. , they are separated like egg white and yolk.

Yi Yang ran at a steady pace that was relatively easy and tiring, but without breaking the pace of five steps and one breath, and alternated legs quickly.

There are gradually fewer people around.

Naturally, they didn’t rush to the front all at once. After all, many of the people who signed up for the 3000 meters were sports students. As you can imagine, apart from being handsome and good-looking, there are almost no opportunities to show off in front of cultural students. This Naturally, you have to work hard to grasp this time.

So after running less than a lap, a bunch of sports students who didn't know what specialties to practice had already rushed to the first echelon.

Yi Yang's current position is at the front of the second echelon. At this time, he gently adjusts the angle from the innermost runway. After turning a corner, he passes the person in front of him on the straight road and reaches the end of the first echelon. .

There were only five or six people in the first echelon, including Yi Yang, who were not far apart from each other. They all ran at a constant speed along the inner circle. Their movements looked very pleasing to the eye. Every time they landed on the ground, they could Let people feel the elasticity brought by their arches, and the next moment they quickly touch the ground, and their legs are thrown high back.

Rhythmic and light body.

This is probably the impression it gives the audience.

This time's running was not like the previous physical test. The opponents were all educated students who had just graduated from junior high school. There was no more leading the way, but Yi Yang was not in a hurry. The long-distance running was about the pace of the entire race.

A few dark clouds slowly covered the sun, the sky became cooler, the breeze blew, and the cool air was sucked into the lungs... It was a good weather for running.

Even for people who run regularly, running becomes more and more comfortable after you gradually enter the state. At this time, Yi Yang felt that the parts of his body that should be uncomfortable had begun to adapt to the current intensity, and he began to speed up gradually, reaching a certain point. Critical point, maintain the rhythm.

Focusing on the track, I naturally don’t pay much attention to the cheering sounds around me, but whenever I run next to a class of classmates who are cheering, I will still greet them with my eyes.

"Oh, for this kind of sports meeting, I think it's better to only let sports students participate. Cultural students like us won't be able to get a ranking anyway." A girl said.

If they were placed in some relatively low-level schools, such as Qinghe County No. 2 Middle School, the gap between physical education students and cultural students would not be that big.

In worse schools, physical education students often participate in physical training because they can no longer study. They have neither absolute talent nor the perseverance to endure hard work. For many students, physical education is just an excuse to avoid studying.

But in a top comprehensive high school like the High School Affiliated to Normal University, whether it is culture or sports, it is not accessible to ordinary people.

In a word, this is a school where students all achieve excellence in their respective fields.

Physical talent, unremitting training, and the best training conditions, as well as frequent sports competitions, make the gap between sports students and cultural students in this school almost like the gap between professionals and amateurs.

In the High School Affiliated to Normal University, I don’t know which year started, but cultural students have never been among the top three in any project.

When the girl said this, it resonated with many people nearby, and everyone expressed their opinions.

"Oh, you can't say that. At least we have gained happiness!"

"Yes, yes, happy..."

"The important thing is to participate."

"Just look at the handsome guys on the field, why do you care so much about ranking."

"The ranking of each class is basically determined by the physical education students in that class."

"Whenever this happens, the four heavenly kings in the back row and the teacher's guardians on the left and right are particularly handsome... Hehe."

While everyone was chattering and discussing, Wei Ting, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly saw a boy surpassing the sports students in the class and exclaimed: "Ah! Yi Yang!"

"Yi Yang?"

"Who is Yi Yang?"

"Who shouted?"

"Wei Ting..."

"Who is Yi Yang, Wei Ting?"

Wei Ting pointed, and a boy happened to block her. She said, "Oh, that's the one, No. 99, from our debate team..."

"Huh? Are you on the debate team? Sports students also join your debate team..."

"He's not a sports student!"

"Oh! I remembered. Do you remember our entrance physical test? There was a boy who ran very fast and seemed to have broken the school record. Unfortunately, it was not recorded."

"It seems to be him..."

After some discussion, when Yi Yang passed by in front of him on the next lap, a group of people recognized him. Before he could run far away, they all cheered: "Come on Yi Yang!"

There is no reason, just because Yi Yang is a cultural student.

"come on!"

"Is your name Yi Yang?"

"No matter what, just shout "Come on!"

"Number 99!"

Yi Yang was slightly surprised when he heard the sound of cheering, because he hadn't reached his seat in the class yet. When he turned around, he saw a few strange girls. Then he smiled and continued running.

"Is he really a cultural student? So fierce!"

At this time, the sports students in their class heard this, and while running, they panted like cattle and said angrily: "You actually... cheer for... other... people!"

The girls laughed and dismissed him.

Who gave you acne on your face?

…

This guy...what did he do! Why is it so fierce!

This is also a question that Lei Zhenyu doesn't understand.

As the game time got longer and longer, his doubts became more and more intense.

At this time, Lei Zhenyu struggled to catch up with the person in front, and finally reached the first echelon, and finally saw Yi Yang's back.

But the price of chasing here is real, the rhythm is messed up!

Long-distance running is all about rhythm.

But from the beginning of the game, Lei Zhenyu never ran at a comfortable pace.

At the beginning, he wanted to overtake Yi Yang from behind and leave a deep impression on him, so he deliberately slowed down a little, and waited for the large troops to rush up in a swarm, then he calmly pursued him.

I originally thought that even at a very relaxed pace, with my basketball background, I could easily catch up with Yi Yang.

The initial development was not that outrageous.

When he chased the crowd at a pace he could accept, ordinary educated students were quickly left behind by him.

At this time, I still felt a little proud.

But those students who were thrown away all of a sudden had not done much physical exercise. This time running 3000 meters was hard on their heads. By the time they passed this group of cannon fodder, the formation in front was basically fixed.

When he saw Yi Yang's back, he was already far away from him.

At that moment Lei Zhenyu already felt a little surprised and something bad. According to the script he imagined, the distance between him and Yi Yang at this time should be only a few steps.

He thought that the other party was probably the type to rush at the beginning.

Huh, that must be the case. These guys who don't practice long-distance running don't know how to control their speed.

At this time, Lei Zhenyu had given up the idea of ​​trapping Yi Yang, and just wanted to surpass him and say hello to him.

So I sped up a little bit more.

It was definitely not wise to change the rhythm frequently from the beginning. Soon his breathing became a little disordered, and then he began to feel a dull pain under his ribs. He was shocked. This was a precursor to a breathlessness, so he quickly adjusted his rhythm and removed the breath. The discomfort was suppressed.

However, with this operation, the distance to Yi Yang was actually closer.

After running through a corner, Lei Zhenyu decided to rush up and give him the greeting that had been brewing for a long time. When he was about to adjust his rhythm and speed up, he was suddenly startled.

Because Yi Yang accelerated first!

There were only five or six of them in the first echelon. At this time, one-third of the laps had passed, and many non-sports students had been left far behind. Everyone had a tacit understanding to maintain this speed and prepared to stay. With a little effort, wait until the final sprint to decide the winner.

But Yi Yang had already warmed up his body at this time. He was in good condition and had no intention of fighting with them.

Naturally, I have never practiced running three kilometers at full speed, so the previous distance was just to feel the state of my body. At this time, I confirmed that I could increase the original speed a little bit, so I did it without hesitation.

The slight increase in speed becomes obvious during long-distance running. The people in front can feel Yi Yang approaching him little by little, and Lei Zhenyu can also desperately feel that Yi Yang is getting away from him little by little.

Really...

So fucking...

What a fucking headache…

Lei Zhenyu's rhythm was disrupted again, and he felt angry in his heart. He gritted his teeth and forcibly accelerated to catch up.

Yi Yang did not feel Lei Zhenyu behind him. Athletes should look forward. If there is no one in front, they can just feel the wind blowing.

He never cared about the people behind him.

When he passed the students in front of him little by little, there were only three left in front.

At this time, Lei Zhenyu began to feel a dull pain in his ribs. He knew that if he continued to rush like this, he would lose his temper soon, but he couldn't bear to see Yi Yang go away gradually!

After a turn, we came to the position of Grade 11. A pretty figure wearing a volunteer vest was none other than Wang Sangning. She made her hands into the shape of a trumpet and shouted: "Come on..."

Lei Zhenyu suddenly felt excited and grinned at Wang Sangning.

The next moment I heard the complete sentence: "Come on... Yi Yang!"

Lei Zhenyu's smile froze, and his body burst out with endless power from nowhere, and he chased after him.

At this time, Yi Yang stabilized his rhythm, and his body had reached a limit. In the fuzzy zone between being able to persist and not being able to persist, the people in front of him were gradually being pulled closer. He seemed to feel the chase, and looked back at Yi Yang, and then Speeded up a little more.

But Yi Yang knew that the other party's acceleration would not last long. As long as he kept his rhythm steady, he would eventually be able to surpass him.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed forward from the right. Yi Yang was a little surprised. He glanced at it and saw Lei Zhenyu turning around and struggling to smile: "Hi!"

"Um?"

And this long-premeditated greeting caused the severe pain in Lei Zhenyu's ribs to explode completely. He ran two more steps and finally couldn't help but slow down...

Almost instantly, he fell behind.

Yi Yang didn't pay attention, but just thought to himself, this brother Lei Zhenyu is really noisy, what do you say hello to 3000 meters...

But quite polite.

Next, Yi Yang focused all his attention on the opponent in front.

When it comes to running, in the end what matters is perseverance.

People never know where their limits are, because there is always a frame of perseverance that restrains you from reaching your limits.

Obviously I could run within 10 minutes, but my body was still holding on, but my perseverance was not enough, and I was completely defeated by mental fatigue.

But what Yi Yang lacks most is perseverance.

Every time he was running, he would try to let himself go and fantasize about something, which would make him forget about the physical pain and mental fatigue.

Unlike many people who always love beautiful and comfortable things in their fantasies, when running, he often immerses himself in some sad things, which on the one hand allows him to quickly sink into his emotions, and on the other hand...

YY brings paralysis, but heavy memories bring strength.

He thought they were all unbearable scenes from his previous life.

One morning, a few grains of dust fell into his eyes while he was repairing his car. His eyes felt uncomfortable all day long and he kept crying...

During lunch, when I was wiping my eyes, I didn't catch the chicken leg and it fell to the ground, stained with engine oil...

The pharmacy was closed when I was buying medicine at night...

So far, it can only be regarded as a slightly unlucky but ordinary day. It was not until I returned to the rental house and ordered a takeaway. After placing the order, I realized that I had forgotten to collect the 8 yuan coupon...

Then it collapsed.

Because of this little thing, he punched himself hard twice in the chest.

He recalled the scene of emotional breakdown. Now that he thought about it, it sounded stingy, but the feeling was still so clear even after so long, even after being reborn.

In a daze, he had already forgotten his physical fatigue and surpassed the last opponent.

The classmates in the class and many people he didn't know were cheering him on.

"Come on Yi Yang!"

"come on!"

"Come on, No. 99!"

"handsome guy!"

In the last 100 meters, his attention finally returned to the competition, gritted his teeth and started sprinting!

"9 minutes and 28 seconds!"

Yi Yang crossed the line and broke the school's 3,000-meter record.

After crossing the line, his mind went blank. He was supported by several classmates who rushed over. He waved his hand: "No need."

Then he narrowed his eyes, smiled and said...

"Running is really fun."

…

Yi Yang patted Zhou Xiang on the shoulder and said, "Come on!"

Zhou Xiang smiled sheepishly. He didn't usually wear shorts, but he felt a little awkward at this moment. He said, "I'm just trying it out. It will be good if I can finish the run. You guys, don't expect me to bring glory to the class." Adds color..."

"Haha, come on!"

Compared with the 3000 meters, there are more participants in the 1500 meters. When everyone gathers at the starting line, they can only see a circle of people nearby. Lei Zhenyu, who already doesn’t have much strength, naturally has nothing to do. Instead, focus on Yi Yang's position.

At this time, the pain in his legs and the nausea that kept rising in his chest made him extremely uncomfortable, but when he thought of the scene where Yi Yang had just finished first and crossed the finish line, he gritted his teeth and stood on the starting line.

After the starting gun sounded, Lei Zhenyu followed up the large army with heavy steps. At the same time, he began to feel dizzy and his stomach acid was churning. He roared twice in a cathartic manner and forcibly suppressed the discomfort.

Then, as he turned the first corner, he glanced towards the sidelines...

Yi Yang and Wang Sangning stood at the front of the audience. When they saw him, they shouted at him together——

"come on!"

Lei Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, then he staggered to a stop, walked to the runway, and finally couldn't help but vomited.