My Life Simulator

　　　　 Three years later, it is 2016, which is an Olympic year.

　　 In August 2016, the 31st Olympic Games will be held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

　　 The college entrance examination time is June. If I had time at that time, I wouldn't be unable to come back to the college entrance examination. After all, the college entrance examination champion can definitely make a wave of achievements.

　　 After finishing the phone call with Director Yang, Lu Li didn't take it to heart. Whatever you want, you can take the college entrance examination when you have time.

　　 Lu Li threw away the phone, sat down on the sofa in the living room, picked up the remote control and watched TV.

　　 "China Television Station! China Television Station! Dear viewers, this is the scene of the National Track and Field Grand Prix."

　　 "In the 100-meter sprint just held, Zhang Pei, a famous sprinter of the national track and field team, ran the 100-meter time of 10.04 seconds, breaking the national record and breaking the Asian record!"

　　 Yeah? Has the national record broken to 10 seconds 04?

　　 Lu Li saw this with a smile on his face, what a lot of heroes!

　　 Zhang Pei's 100m time of 10 seconds 04, for Lu Li, was just a feeling of encountering a competitor.

　　 But...for Long Wusheng and Liu Zhiyong, this is probably a huge blow.

　　Long Wusheng and Liu Zhiyong's 100m results are almost 0.2 seconds behind Zhang Pei.

　　 In the 100-meter sprint, this gap is simply desperate!

　　 I hope the two old brothers can maintain their fighting spirit under this blow!

　　 When Lu Li came to the track and field early the next morning, it was obvious that the two old men were in poor mental state.

　　 Takashi Wusheng's face became darker and more silent. During training, it was really like desperately aging, gritted his teeth and practiced.

　　 Liu Zhiyong's eyebrows showed a sense of depression, and the training was a little absent.

　　 His mentality collapsed!

　　 Once a National Games champion, after a few years of silence, he just waited to show his strength in this year’s National Games.

　　 Now... Zhang Pei's 10 seconds 04, like a heavy mountain pressing on Liu Zhiyong's heart, made him see no hope of winning a medal.

　　 No prizes can be won at the National Games, and there is no hope of winning in the future.

　　 Liu Zhiyong's age is too old, and there is no possibility of further breakthroughs, so he can only retire.

　　 The dimensionality reduction blow from Zhang Pei and the heavy pressure from reality have crushed Liu Zhiyong.

　　 Sure enough, Liu Zhiyong submitted his "retirement application" to Tian Hong the next day.

　　 Lu Li watched silently, he couldn't do anything. Persuading Liu Zhiyong to stay will not change the reality and it is totally meaningless.

　　 A few days later, Lu Li, Long Wusheng, and Tian Hong saw Liu Zhiyong off in Liu Zhiyong's room.

　　 "Coach, two brothers, I'm... a deserter!"

Liu Zhiyong's eyes were red, tears flickering in his eyes, "I have been practicing track and field since I was six, and I have practiced for almost 20 years. So many years of hard work, so many years of hard work, made me give up all of a sudden, really reluctant. But... I didn't Way!"

　　 Liu Zhiyong lay on the table, howling.

　　 "I'm already twenty-six years old. I'm already old. I haven't made any grades for several years, and I won't be able to make grades anymore."

　　 "In the past few years, I have devoted myself to track and field, and I only know that I am engaged in track and field. At twenty-six years old, I am considered an old athlete, and I am still young in my life. I must think about my future life!"

　　 Liu Zhiyong raised his head with teary eyes and looked at Tian Hong, "Coach, master, you... don't blame me!"

　　 "No wonder!"

　　 Tian Hiroshi's smoke ring is also a little red.

　　 "Don't blame it!"

Liu Zhiyong wiped away his tears, took out a bottle of "Liuyang River" from the plastic bag, and pulled the lid open, "Come on! I want to drink! For more than 20 years, I have never tasted the taste of wine. Today, I must drink enough!"

　　 grabbed the bottle, Liu Zhiyong raised his neck and poured it down. After drinking too quickly, he choked with a violent cough.

　　Lu Li and the three of them could not accompany him to drink, they could only watch silently, wondering what it was like.

　　 "Haha! Haha! This is wine? It's so terrible!"

　　 The wine bottle rested heavily on the table, and Liu Zhiyong sat paralyzed, as if all his energy had been taken away.

　　 "Efforts...may not succeed. Don't work hard...it's so comfortable! Hahahaha!"

　　 Lu Li sat with them for most of the night, watching Liu Zhiyong drunk a bottle of Liuyang River, and fell drunk on the table.

　　 helped Liu Zhiyong onto the bed and fell asleep, and the three of Lu Li were silent and turned and left.

　　 The road is full of bumps. Someone touched their heads full of blood, and backed away sadly. Some people are struggling, but they don't see the slightest hope. There are more people who have not even been able to leave their names.

　　 Liu Zhiyong left sadly, just the silhouette of countless people on this road. He is not the first, let alone the last.

　　 Hard work and struggle will never stop! If there is success, there will naturally be failure!

　　 "Go back and have a good rest. Continue training tomorrow!"

　　 Coach Tian waved his hands at Lu Li and Long Wusheng, then turned and left. It's just... Xiao Se's back looks a little sad.

　　 "Brother Liu was brought out by Coach Tian since he was a child."

　　 Long Wusheng exhaled a long sigh, reached out his hand and patted Lu Li's shoulder, "Don't think so much, train hard, work hard. Come on!"

　　 "Come on!"

　　 Lu Li echoed, both of them stopped talking and went back to their rooms.

　　 Training continues. However, Liu Zhiyong is no longer running on the track and field.

　　Time goes by during training.

　　 In the days without Liu Zhiyong, the smile on Coach Tian's face was much less. Liu Zhiyong, who he brought out with one hand, eventually retired and left, which was also very painful for Coach Tian.

　　 Takashi Takeshi was still so silent, training harder and harder. Coach Tian had to arrange health physiotherapy for him at noon and at night to prevent him from training injuries.

　　 Lu Li is still the same, step by step, not tepid, just quietly accumulating strength, quietly improving, and quietly becoming stronger!

　　 For this year's National Games, Lu Li has made up his mind to win the championship. Nothing else, just to win back the National Games champion for Liu Zhiyong!

　　 silently accumulates, silently ascends, like a long backlog of volcanoes, waiting to explode at the National Games, shocking the world.

　　 In October 2013, the 12th National Games is about to kick off.

　　 "Strong troops and horses, prepared for a long time. Today, it's time to show your skills."

　　Tian Hiroshi looked at Lu Li and Long Wusheng with piercing eyes, "Gallop on the field, run on the runway, and bloom your brightest glory! Sure victory!"

　　 "We must win!"

　　 Lu Li and Long Wusheng raised their arms and shouted loudly.

　　 "We must win!"

Behind 　　, other athletes on the track team also raised their arms and shouted!

"set off!"

　　 With a big flag raised high, Tian Hong took the Xiaoxiang Provincial Track and Field Team and embarked on the journey to the National Games!

　　This battle...will win!