--When I was in hell, I realized that there was only suffering, and it was not as terrible as I imagined.
In addition to daily training, the Q shooting team also has a cultural class, usually at 10 in the morning. At this time, the shooting team had just carried out a round of basic training, which was when the "happy factor" in the body was more active. According to Coach Zhang's words, studying at the happiest time of the day can do more with less.
Jiang Yi Tian dozed off in class as usual, while Chen Hai beside him was listening intently. When it came to the key point, Chen Hai stabbed Jiang Yi Tian, "Don't sleep, get up and listen to the class."
"What class do we take, anyway, in the eyes of others, our shooting scores are valuable." Jiang Yi Tian muttered with his eyes half open.
Chen Hai insisted, "Do you listen? Don't try to copy me in this exam."
Jiang Yi Tian sat up lazily and turned over the textbook. It's just that his eyes didn't aim at the blackboard, but wandered out the window. Inadvertently, he saw Coach Zhang carrying a suitcase. Coach Zhang was wearing the usual red and blue cotton T, walking downstairs in the classroom, walking a little hesitantly.
"Where is Coach Zhang going?" Jiang Yi Tian motioned to Chen Hai to look outside. Chen Hai stopped writing, and when he looked out, Shen Qing Yuan ran in from outside, with Tang Xin following behind him.
Chen Hai immediately detected visually that Shen Qing Yuan's speed was about the same as the national track and field record... Tang Xin was a national second-level athlete, and his track and field speed was not bad, but Shen Qing Yuan was still far behind. I saw that Shen Qing Yuan came to Coach Zhang and seemed to be negotiating something.
Seeing this scene, Chen Hai slowly put down the pen, "I'm going, Coach Zhang has packed up Brother Shen's luggage..."
Jiang Yi Tian gasped, and suddenly stood up, "I won't agree!"
The other athletes didn't know the reason, and they all laughed when they saw Jiang Yi Tian shouting out like an idiot. The English teacher on the podium turned around and was so angry that he almost crushed the chalk, "Jiang Yi Tian! What hysteria are you having! Go out and punish me!"
"Okay, obey!" Jiang Yi Tian ran out of the classroom in a hurry. Chen Hai hesitated for a long time, then stood up slowly.
English teacher Liu Mei stood upright, "Chen Hai, why are you standing up? Want to answer a question?"
"Teacher Report, I was distracted in class just now. Well, I went out and stood up." Chen Hai smiled awkwardly, left his seat, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Chen Ning felt much more refreshed, stood up with a swipe, and said loudly, "Teacher, I just made a small move, and I went to stand up!"
Without waiting for the English teacher to answer, she turned her head and ran out. The adolescent girl was slender and slender, with two long legs, jumped over the table behind her with ease, and nimbly disappeared at the door of the classroom.
The English teacher was so angry that she broke the chalk in her hand into two pieces, "Okay! You can! You will be punished for standing in class in the future. Anyway, you all practice shooting, so don't be afraid to stand!"
The three of them put the English teacher's words behind them and ran downstairs in a hurry. At this time, Coach Zhang was confronting Shen Qing Yuan, neither of them would let the other. Tang Xin used the power of sprinting, and finally ran to the front.
"Tang Xin, you told Shen Qing Yuan about my resignation?" Coach Zhang looked serious.
Tang Xin smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't want to say it at first, but my intuition told me that if he knew that you were going to resign, there might be a turning point in his thinking. After all, I don't want Shen Qing Yuan to quit the shooting team."
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Storie d'amore[COMPLETED] Genius shooter Shen Qing Yuan have mental disorder due to accidentally injured his mother into persistent vegetative state when he was young. He become a shooter without any missed through intensive training. However, everytime he shoot...