Sports: From Sports Student To World Champion

After eating, Yang Xia continued training.

He didn't finish until twelve o'clock, in the dead of night.

Twenty sets of starts, twenty sets of leg raises, and thirty sets of 100-meter sprints.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for increasing the speed of 100 meters by 0.07 seconds, and the cumulative increase is 0.47 seconds."

the next morning.

Yang Xia and Lin Youwei came out of the dormitory at four o'clock as if they had a tacit understanding.

The two looked at each other and smiled before working on their own.

I trained until nine in the morning.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for increasing the speed of 100 meters by 0.03 seconds, and the cumulative increase by 0.5 seconds!"

"..."

Within 10.5 seconds.

Yang Xia knows that this is her basic speed.

If I had been in a high state at the time, this score could have been improved.

Go back to the dormitory and take a shower.

Put on something clean and tidy.

Wear the two-star medal on your chest.

Then he put the 300,000 yuan awarded by the sports committee and the school into his school bag.

Yang Xia took a deep breath and prepared to go back to her hometown to visit her grandma.

On the way out of the dormitory and out of the school gate.

No matter which grade students see Yang Xia and his medal, they must bow to him respectfully to show respect.

Those in the lower grades have to shout: "Hello, distinguished senior."

Teachers should greet him politely with a smile.

No matter who it is, they can't look directly into Yang Xia's eyes easily.

This is how competitors are treated.

It feels a bit condescending.

Inexplicable enjoyment.

This also changed suddenly in one day.

It's hard to imagine what kind of treatment the Competition Saint and Competition Emperor are receiving.

Of course, it is impossible for an athletic saint and an athletic emperor to exist in such an ordinary county.

Because the economic level of the county is far from meeting the standards for receiving and serving competitive saints.

Even if the competition saint or emperor is passing by or staying in this county for a short time.

Relevant departments in the county, including the Sports Committee, must mobilize the entire county to receive and serve them.

Walk out of the school gate and take the bus directly back to your hometown.

When the driver saw that Yang Xia was a competitor and a two-star competitor, he quickly got out of the cab and stood at the entrance of the car in front.

"Please come in."

He bent down and bowed, using his palms to guide Yang Xia into the car.

After Yang Xia got in the car, he returned to the cab with a smile.

Just when Yang Xia was about to insert coins.

The driver quickly shouted: "Competitors take transportation for free."

Yang Xia insisted on inserting coins.

The driver looked confused: "If I ask competitors to pay for transportation, I may be fired or even be subject to administrative penalties."

Yang Xia was stunned.

I had to take the money back.

When he turned around and walked towards the car.

Everyone in the originally full carriage, including men, women, young and old, stood up from their seats, bowed to Yang Xia, and gave up their seats.

Yang Xia smiled and said no.

But he found that if he didn't sit down, no one would dare to sit down and would stand up straight.

No idea.

Yang Xia had no choice but to choose a boy's seat and sit down.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed that the others looked a little depressed.

Including an eighty-year-old mother-in-law and a six-year-old little girl.

Yang Xia didn't quite understand it at first.

Until the boy next to him made a phone call.

"Mom, your son is going to be successful, I will give up my seat to the two-star competitor!"

Then Yang Xia heard what the other party said.

"That's right, son, you have to be as good as him."

The young man was in awe.

Yang Xia could only pretend to be calm.

He never thought that he would receive such high respect after being reborn as a competitor.

He needs to adapt.

Arrive at the village.

The driver respectfully saw Yang Xia off the bus again.

The only remaining passengers in the car stood up again and bowed to say goodbye.

Start the car.

The driver proudly called his colleagues and boasted:

"I served a competitor today. Go back to the boss to ask for the bonus."

Exit from the village station.

It's still more than a hundred meters away from home.

Villagers passed by along the way.

After seeing Yang Xia, they will smile and say hello.

Those who have bad eyesight and haven't seen the Yang Xia medal will still make fun of it.

"Xiaoxia, you look handsome again."

"Xiaoxia, the college entrance examination is about to begin. Have you found a girlfriend?"

And the eyes are good.

Then he bowed like everyone else.

Then I was shocked.

"When did Yang Xia become a competitor?"

Just as Yang Xia was passing by the village committee building.

The village chief Yang Aiguo walked out of the village committee building, lowered his head, and couldn't help but spit Xingzi, and spit it next to Yang Xia.

Yang Xia also knew that he didn't mean it.

He didn't say anything more and shouted: "Uncle Yang."

"Eh.."

When Yang Aiguo heard Yang Xia's voice, he raised his head and glanced at the other party. The cigarette that was originally held between his fingers and about to be put into his mouth fell to the ground.

The entire expression was tongue-tied.

It's like seeing Tathagata Buddha.

Some excitement, some panic, and some fear.

"Two, two-star competitors..."

Yang Aiguo panicked after seeing Yang Xia's medal.

He glanced at Yang Xia's eyes, felt something was wrong, and quickly lowered his head.

He bowed to Yang Xia in panic, then thought of the spitting star just now, his face froze, he quickly walked into the village committee and took out some tissues, half-kneeling in front of Yang Xia, his mouth was so nervous that he stuttered .

"No, I didn't vomit on you, Xiao... Xiaoxia!"

"No, no, no, Comrade Yang Xia..."

After he finished speaking, he wiped Yang Xia's pants.

Yang Xia helped Yang Aiguo up and said, "It's okay, Uncle Yang."

Yang Aiguo lowered his head, and his Mediterranean hairstyle was clearly visible.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"I know."

"Then you can't blame uncle."

"I do not blame you."

Yang Xia may not know it, but Yang Aiguo knows that spitting at competitors is an insult.

If you don't get the other party's understanding, you will be sentenced to jail.

"real??"

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