Chapter 12 The First Cry

In the early morning, You Ying seemed to be in a bad mood. She sat at the front desk with a cold face, swiping her fingertips with a nail clipper in her hand.

"Meng Ye is gone?"

"Well, say I'll be back on Friday." Zhuang Shao said, "I'll go to class first, and I'll be back later in the evening. The teacher asked me to help me correct the paper."

"Understood." You Ying made a perfunctory sigh, then turned her face and scolded: "Stinky boy has the same virtue as his father, it seems that not running can kill him!"

Zhuang Shao didn't know where her anger came from, so she went back to the house to pack her schoolbag. Before going out, he paused and turned his head to You Ying.

"Sister Ying, can I ask a question?"

You Ying lifted her eyelids.

"What is Meng Ye's competitive level?"

From knowing to now, have only seen him running every day, endlessly. Sometimes it is 5 kilometers, sometimes it is 10 kilometers, and if you are crazy, you also run 15 kilometers. Running during the day and running at night seems to have become a kind of habit. If Meng Ye didn't run one day, Zhuang Shao would think that he was ill and that he was wrong.

And there is also a tacit understanding between them, that is, do not ask. Zhuang Shao didn’t ask Meng Ye why he ran or how he ran, and Meng Ye didn’t ask why Zhuang Shao appeared, what happened in the past, and whether he thought about the future.

You Ying put down her nail clippers and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhuang Shao said: "I don't know, I only know that he works very hard."

Youying let out a sigh.

For some reason, Zhuang Shao heard a bit of desolation in this voice.

"It's useless to work hard, he is unlucky." You Ying said, "A year ago, he broke his Achilles tendon when he ran 5,000 meters. He could have gone to the first level, but now he can't even reach the second level. I know he complains that I don't support him to continue running, but who can support him? I don't want to see him retire with injuries in the future and end up with nothing."

On the other side, Meng Ye slept soundly on the bus, opened his eyes and was already there. A slightly stronger chain hotel than the Yingying Hotel, right next to the Olympic Sports Center.

"It's here every year, and the bastard knows how to move the nest." Lu Xiaochuan was dissatisfied, "I can't stand the musty smell of the quilt here."

Another team member echoed: "That is, there is not even a small restaurant around."

Captain Gao Gao put down his bag and said, "It's better than the provincial level after the city level. How dare you eat outside? You all learn from Meng Ye. He is usually so unreliable. This season, he is much more honest. The coach caught it in an Internet cafe."

"He was managed by his deskmate..." Lu Xiaochuan muttered.

It's not a matter of management, mainly because there is no time, no money and no time. Don't look at Zhuang Shao's dejectedness, not one of the papers that should be done, and after the evening self-study, he has to go back to review the questions. Meng Ye wants to go online and has no company, so he has to go home in a daze.

The coach arranged for two people to share a room. Meng Ye naturally followed Lu Xiaochuan, and Gao Gao was forced to follow Coach Yang. Everyone looked at Gao Yuan with sympathy... For nothing else, just because Coach Yang snorted in sleep, his voice was the same as that of the fire brigade. It sounded like an alarm, with a fucking cadence.

"All go into the house to pack up the equipment, and gather downstairs on time at 10:30!"

The coach gave an order, the bunnies hugged their heads and ran, and half an hour later, the whole team set off downstairs.

Today is the preliminaries, and the atmosphere in the Olympic Sports Center is not tense. As soon as Meng Ye and the others sat down, the old rival came to the door.

"Coach Yang, long time no see."

It came from Yuqing No. 3 Middle School. The two seed players in the team had played against Meng Ye before, and they were full of gunpowder when they met. The team leader's coach, surnamed Wei, is nicknamed the Smiling Tiger.

Old Yang snorted to deal with it, and he didn't even bother to stand up.

The surnamed Wei looked at the second row, turned around and said to his teammates, "I just said that Xiao Meng came, how could I be the one who got it right? They are so tenacious."

Meng Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and the two players behind him sneered.

"How's your recovery, Xiao Meng?" The surnamed Wei reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "We're all paying attention to you, and we all want to see you achieve greater success."

Lao Yang frowned: "With so many people in your team, do you still have the energy to pay attention to my players?"

"Our team is all hard-working, not as talented as Xiaomeng." The fake model surnamed Wei said modestly, "It's rare for a good seedling like Xiaomeng to meet in ten years, hey, it's a pity that he was injured. ?"

After they left, Lao Yang didn't speak for a long time.

Meng Ye came over and grabbed his shoulders: "What's the matter, Lao Yang, why are you languid? Let my disciple come and untie you."

Lao Yang stared at him.

He laughed heartlessly: "I'm just worried about losing face for a while, don't worry, I'll try my best to save face for you."

"You fucking speak big words." Lao Yang raised his eyebrows so high, "When I was practicing at school, even running 800 meters into 2'00" was not enough, can I count on you? "

Sports has always been simple and rude, not to mention Meng Ye has always been Lao Yang's favorite and most promising disciple. Even if his grades are mediocre now, the relationship between the two is still as close as a father and son, and they never talk around the corner.

"800 is my weak point, you can see 1500 in a while." Meng Ye winked at him.

During this period of time, he has been practicing every night, but to what extent his level has recovered, to be honest, he has no idea in his heart, and he must know it in actual combat.

Lu Xiaochuan elbowed him next to him: "Is it really possible? Don't force it, I remember that you haven't run very hard since the operation."

"It's okay if you can't do it." Meng Ye shook his wrist with a click, "Don't you see anyone waiting to see my joke?"

"Just them, bah, a group of defeated generals."

Meng Ye smiled and said nothing.

After the 100-meter preliminaries, his results were not ideal and he did not enter the final, but his advantage has always been in the middle and long distance running. During the 1,500-meter inspection, Gao Gao was just finishing the high jump, so he specially came with Lu Xiaochuan to cheer Meng Ye.

Facts have proved that Meng Ye is indeed lucky. He and Yuqing's two seeded players are assigned to a group, one is Wang Shuo and the other is Yansheng.

The most taboo thing in middle and long distance running is that the rhythm is taken away, and the 1500 meters is the most confrontational one. Lao Yang was almost dying on the sidelines, holding his hands and shouting: "Run for yourself! Don't worry about other people!"

"Know."

As soon as he hits the track, he's a different person.

Put on vest shorts and running shoes, warm up and stretch, the whole process is meticulous.

The starting gun rang, and 12 athletes on the field rushed out to the inner lane. In the first 300 meters, Meng Ye kept running in the last one, deliberately saving his energy, and did not start to accelerate until about 500 meters.

Lu Xiaochuan danced like a monkey, shouting hoarsely to come on. Gao Gao is more stable than him, but his palms are sweaty, because Meng Ye's tactic of overtaking from the end requires absolute strength to succeed.

Unexpectedly, Meng Ye gave everyone a surprise.

What used to be his best was explosiveness, but now it's stamina. From the last one, he overtaken one by one unhurriedly, not only without the slightest impatience, but on the contrary sings forward to chase the third place.

"That's Meng Ye!"

"He has fully recovered from his injury? He rushed so fiercely!"

"Meng Ye is great!!!" Lu Xiaochuan shouted, staring at the runway, "Wang Shuo is in front!"

That Wang Shuo is worthy of being Yuqing's most powerful player. He has led the whole process from the start. It seems that he should have the strength to run into 4'00". This kind of performance is considered incredible in the city sports meeting. Meng Ye gritted his teeth. Tighten him, chased from third to second, and kept following him all the way.

The final straight is over. Meng Ye knows that as long as he can follow Wang Shuo down, it will not be a problem to return to 4'15" by himself!

But then the accident happened.

He just stared at Wang Shuo the whole time, he didn't notice that the fourth one suddenly came up, the two collided, and Meng Ye lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Fuck! They're playing dirty!" Lu Xiaochuan jumped up and pointed to the field, "Yuqing knocked down Meng Ye, they did it on purpose!"

That's right, the fourth is Yuqing's eye-born, who didn't notice it at first. They actually adopted double-team tactics, just to ensure the top two in the group!

Gao Gao and the others rushed to the fence in two steps. Coach Yang almost wanted to fall down to help Meng Ye, but Meng Ye quickly got up again in the next second and ran the last 100 meters with his bleeding knees.

Everyone's heart was tightened.

After crossing the finish line, Meng Ye put his hands on his knees, bowed his head and bowed his back tightly.

Yuqing's two were first and second, hugging each other to celebrate qualifying from the group. The big screen showed that Wang Shuo's score was 4'02", 13 seconds beyond the second-level standard, and it seemed that he had not yet exerted his full strength.

Meng Ye was the last in the group.

Lu Xiaochuan clenched his fists with both hands and wanted to curse, but he was stopped by Gao Yuan, and Lao Yang's face was ashen: "Does it matter? Damn these grandsons, I'll go to the referee right away."

Meng Ye shook his head first, and then straightened his body. His limbs were still trembling slightly because of the excessive force, and the sweat on his head dripped down drop by drop.

"It doesn't matter."

Raising his head, he actually gave Lao Yang a hearty smile: "It's just wrestling, don't complain to the referee, it's useless."

Lao Yang didn't know how to comfort him, so he waved his hand and left. Lu Xiaochuan put him in his arms: "You are amazing today, really! We all saw it! Almost, almost, you must have passed 4'15 without falling." "

Meng Ye shouted hot and broke free from his arms, the curvature of the corner of his mouth maintained.

"Brother, how do you compare?"

Highland said it was okay.

"It's okay, it's the first in the group again, I can hear the cheers of your fans." Meng Ye reached out and punched him, "But don't be too happy, there will be 5,000 tomorrow. , if I take the rank, those fans of yours will definitely turn to me."

"Stinky boy," Gao Gao rubbed his hair, "then keep going tomorrow."

There is no preliminaries for the 5000 meters, and the winner will be determined by one shot.

Back at the hotel, Meng Ye took off his clothes, lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, and didn't get up until it was dark.

Zhuang Shaocai left the school at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Tonight's revision of hundreds of papers made his eyes swell and his hair dizzy. He was like an assembly line worker. He vowed that he would have to give "good student" Qiao Sheng another opportunity like this in the future.

As soon as I stepped out of the teacher's office, someone shouted from behind, "Zhuang Shao!"

Zhuang Shao turned around and found that it was Master Zhang. Shi Taiping was very kind to him, and she also called for the revision this time, and she also wanted him to be the representative of the mathematics class.

"Zhuang Shao, how do you feel when you sit with Meng Ye?" She said earnestly, "Would you like to consider changing the table."

"Meng Ye has a good character, but he's not good for studying. In my opinion, you'd better move to the front row. Jiang Yue and the others are good. You can have a better learning environment by sitting with them."

Zhuang Shao was puzzled: "What?"

Zhang Shitai went on to say, "This time you have the highest score in the math test. I can speak to Teacher Jiang for you. A good seedling like you should not be influenced by others and should be cultivated well."

Zhuang Shao understood.

He could probably understand that Shi Tai was out of kindness and cherishing talent, but he still refused.

"Thank you teacher." He said, "Others may influence me, but Meng Ye will not. He never does anything that affects my studies."

Meng Ye slept at most in class, and when he was talking small talk and passing notes, he picked him to rest, and he never bothered Zhuang Shao when he got home at night.

"Mr. Zhang, I will go first. I will seriously consider the matter of being a class representative. I will give you an answer tomorrow."

After stepping out of the school gate, inadvertently raised head, and the stars above head.

Back at the hotel, Sister Ying was already asleep. Before going to bed, she did not forget to save electricity, and even turned off the lights at the front desk.

Zhuang Shao walked past the front desk with his bag on his back, stopped just after turning the corner, and stepped back, staring at the landline on the table.

How does Meng Ye compare?

Taking off his schoolbag and putting it aside, Zhuang Shao flipped through the call records on the landline, and found that his mobile number called once an hour ago, but it didn't seem to get through.

He dialed back.

After a few rings, the other side picked up: "Hello? Mom."

"It's not Sister Ying, it's me." Zhuang Shao raised his eyebrows silently, "You haven't slept yet?"

As a result, after the phone was answered, it became very quiet, as if in a trance.

"Why don't you speak?"

There was no more answer there, just a damp breath.

Gradually, Zhuang Shao realized that something was wrong, stood up straight, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

After waiting for another half a minute, there was a suppressed cry over there.