Chapter 13 Am I Special to You?

Since we met, Meng Ye has fought, swears, and fought with classmates, but he has never cried in front of others. So much so that when Zhuang Shao heard him cry, his heart stopped for a beat.

"What's wrong?"

The crying stopped, Meng Ye complained a little, and said hoarsely, "Don't you fucking ask me?"

Zhuang Shao had to be silent.

His way of crying is different from others. There are two kinds of crying in others, one is sadness and sadness, and the other is fear and fear. His crying is like a spring that has been pressed for a long time and loses its strength. You can hear the grievance from it, but it is more of self-blame and unwillingness.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, Meng Ye is strong. Like Little Sun, he is willing to give light to everyone around him. He is vulnerable only one percent of the time.

But it is this one percent, he is so fragile that it makes you uncomfortable and makes you feel distressed.

After about two or three minutes, he slowly stopped, and Zhuang Shao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you talk now?"

"I fell." Meng Ye started crying again, but fortunately held back, "In the 1500-meter preliminaries, before the sprint, I—"

"How did you fall?" Zhuang Shao interrupted him directly.

"Oh, it's no big deal." Meng Ye was looking for toilet paper over there, and the movement was rustling, "The knee is broken, it's all right."

Zhuang Shao loosened his back and leaned to the front desk, "Well, continue."

When he found the toilet paper, Meng Ye blew his nose: "I fell before the sprint, and the last place in the group... I didn't qualify for 100 meters, this time is over, Zhuang Shao, why do you think I'm so inch, if I dodge The people behind the spot will have nothing to do, and now they are all gone."

Which seventeen-year-old boy can speak so frankly as he does? Hates failure, dares to admit his desire for ranking, but does not blame others, he is a gem.

Holding the phone, Zhuang Shao glanced at the moonlit road from the pitch-black front desk, feeling that he really missed him.

"Um."

"Huh?"

"Don't you have two more," Zhuang Shao said, "I remember you reported four."

"It's just that you have a good memory." Meng Ye rubbed the tip of his nose again and hesitated, "I don't want to run away."

"why?"

"It's not my strong suit, and I'm afraid I'll fall again."

Two years of multiple injuries have caused a serious psychological shadow on him. When he fell off the runway this afternoon, the feeling came back instantly and made him feel constrained. But he dared not tell the coach these words, because Lao Yang had high hopes for him and dared not tell his teammates, for fear of affecting the morale of the team.

Facing Zhuang Shao, it was different.

Meng Ye completely trusted Zhuang Shao and was willing to show his timid and sentimental side, just like a small animal showing its fragile belly.

"What do you say?"

Zhuang Shao thought for a while: "I don't understand the competition."

Meng Ye was not happy and was silent for a while.

Zhuang Shao said, "I forgot to tell you something."

"Good or bad?"

"Good thing."

Meng Ye suddenly regained his spirit: "What?"

"I won the lottery this afternoon." Afraid of waking up Sister Ying and not accustomed to lying, Zhuang Shao lowered his voice, "I went to the shopping mall to help Shitai buy a pen, just happened to hit their anniversary and accidentally won the second prize. ."

"What is the prize?"

"Electric fan." Zhuang Shao said, "It's a coincidence."

"Fuck me!"

"I'm lucky," said Zhuang Shao.

Meng Ye immediately retorted: "Fart, it's obviously my luck, the fan is what I want."

"Well." Zhuang Shao smiled silently, "It's your luck."

Just because of such a trivial matter, Meng Ye's mood passed the rain, and the haze was dispelled. After hanging up the phone, he quickly told Lu Xiaochuan about it, and said that his bad luck had come to an end, and tomorrow must be good luck!

Lu Xiaochuan was as sleepy as his grandson, and had to endure his harassment: "Yes, yes, you must have good luck tomorrow. Let me go, you only have one game left, and I still have two league games left. I'm the fucking main force..."

Meng Ye lay back on the bed with his arms resting on his back, his smile returning to his face.

The next day he was the first to go downstairs for training. Even Lao Yang didn't expect him to recover so quickly.

"What did you do last night, you got bloody?"

"What the hell, I won the lottery!" He blinked mysteriously, "Old Yang, I won't participate in the 800 in the morning, and prepare well for the 5000 in the afternoon."

Old Yang is not as tall as him, and he has to jump half a step when slapping his head, which looks very funny.

"Win the lottery, I think you have a stroke!"

He smiled and ran away to warm up.

The 5000m was arranged at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, which was the hottest time, but Meng Ye was not worried. Because his usual training time is at this point, his body has already adapted. Instead, the schedule worked in his favor.

The domestic middle and long distance running started late and the foundation was weak. It was obvious during the inspection that there were no other events.

While changing clothes here, thunderous cheers erupted from the other side of the field. Someone ran 11.25 seconds per 100 meters. It was a teenager named Chen. This result can also enter the finals in the U18, which is not surprising.

The anonymous man who knocked him down yesterday also came, and Meng Ye noticed that his surname was Li. Both of them had indifferent and serious expressions after they got on the road, and the boy surnamed Li stayed far away, probably for fear of Meng Ye's revenge.

Due to yesterday's accident, the entire representative team of Yanling No. 1 Middle School came to cheer today. Lu Xiaochuan had just finished a game, but he was still waving the banner vigorously: "Meng Ye! Don't be a coward, just do it!!"

Meng Ye didn't look from the sidelines.

"I feel like Ono can do it today. He's very focused, more focused than ever," Gao said in a low voice.

Lu Xiaochuan clenched his hands tightly: "I hope! I love him!"

"?"

"Isn't it?" Lu Xiaochuan raised his chin, looking like Te Aojiao, "I love him as much as I love him. He is my pride and my most admired buddy!"

"..." Gao Yuan shook his head with disgust as if he had heard some unpleasant words.

The referee called to prepare, and then the gun was fired, and the players divided into two teams to set off.

Sure enough, as Gao Gao said, Meng Ye seemed to be fully mentally prepared, and he came up to fight steadily, not in a hurry. And Yuqing's surnamed Li didn't have the cover of his teammates, so he also chose to temporarily follow behind the main force and did not take the initiative to attack.

The first 400 meters took 1 minute and 10 seconds, and Lu Xiaochuan was excited by his watch: "There is drama, there is drama!". At the end of the second lap, there were three echelons at about 800 meters. The first echelon was led by students from the sports school. Meng Ye followed in the middle of the second echelon, behind the surnamed Li.

Meng Ye could feel it because the leading player deliberately pressed the speed, and the overall speed was not fast. If someone is willing to break the wind, he is not in a hurry to break through.

At about 1800 meters, there were only four people left in the first group. Meng Ye looked back at the boy surnamed Li and saw that he was gasping for breath with his mouth open. He rushed out at an instant speed and followed the first group. Not to be outdone, the surnamed Li could only speed up to keep up. But the move disrupted his rhythm, and he panted harder.

It seems that this kid has no patience. After that, Meng Ye didn't care about this person anymore and ran his own way.

The sound of cheering on the sidelines gradually became inaudible, his speed kept increasing, and then he stubbornly gnawed at the first and second. After a long period of unhappiness, and yesterday's loss, his whole body bottomed out, and his state was burning like crazy.

The teammates were stunned, pulling Lu Xiaochuan and asking, "What did you feed him last night? Dude, this is too fierce! Go straight from the end to the third!"

"Ghost knows it!" Lu Xiaochuan said, "I heard him make a phone call, shouting about winning the lottery or something. Could it be that he won the lottery?"

Compared with injuries, inner demons are the most difficult to overcome. Meng Ye's outbreak was entirely due to forgetting inner demons. Even in the last 100 meters, he did not hesitate to catch up with the surnamed Li, and he was not afraid of the obstacles of the two sports schools in front of him.

After crossing the finish line, he lay on his back, shivering violently like a cramp, but his spirit was as excited as a horse.

Lao Yang rushed over and hugged him, Lu Xiaochuan's voice kept screeching in his ears, but he couldn't hear it at all, and it took two or three minutes to resume normal breathing.

"14 points 57! You 14 points 57!!"

"How much?!" He was stunned for a second, then bounced like a fish, "How much did you say?"

Lu Xiaochuan pointed at the big screen with red eyes.

Hold.

Broken 15.

At that moment, Meng Ye felt unbelievable, rubbed his eyes hard, turned to look at the coach, and was slapped in the face by Lao Yang: "Stinky boy is so good!"

Yuqing's surnamed Li was trained like a grandson by his coach, and glared at Meng Ye with hatred.

Meng Ye pointed his middle finger at him.

"Fuck your father!" The surnamed Li scolded him, but he didn't pay back because he won!

The real powerhouses always compete on the field, and venting their anger off the field is not a brute force, but a fool at best. Besides, my father is dead, so fuck it. The premise is that you have to seek short-sightedness, or you can't see my father.

After leaving the Olympic Sports Center, a few people went to the cafeteria to devour their food. Lao Yang didn't even bother to eat, so he carefully planned with his fingers: "When I go back, I will start practicing 5,000 wholeheartedly! I don't practice anything else, it doesn't take that time. At that time, I will make a new training plan for you, from physical fitness to interval pace, all aspects are brought up! We will not report anything else for the provincial sports meeting next month, let's…”

Meng Ye buried his head and worked hard, answering every now and then.

"Have you listened carefully to what I said, just broke 15 and floated away?"

"It's because I'm not floating that I'm not as excited as you." Meng Ye said, "Don't worry, I will definitely train harder in the future."

After eating, he pushed the plate and strode out, Lao Yang shouted from behind, "Why are you going?!"

"Go back to the hotel to change clothes."

I'm going back tomorrow morning, suddenly remembered something forgot-

I didn't buy headphones.

After going back to take a shower and resting for a while, he took the money and went out. According to the instructions from the front desk of the hotel, he took a bus to an electronic city, and he bargained for a pair of wireless Bluetooth earphones with the original price of 80.

That's right, fifty, wireless. The function is very good, but the boss said that there is a special service - engraving on the headphones.

"Is the competition in the electronic city so fierce now, and the fifty yuan has laser engraving."

The boss said, "Fifty-five, not fifty! Add five yuan for engraving."

Meng Ye touched his pocket and honestly made up the difference: "Engrave a Z."

The next morning, took the bus back to Yanling, and went to class before could go home. When he entered the classroom, he hit the recess, the back door was open, and Meng Ye didn't enter from the front.

Zhuang Shao was talking to a girl named Jin Ziqi in the class.

Meng Ye rushed over from behind to scare him, but the girl saw it and poked Zhuang Shao on the shoulder.

"You're back at the same table, so I won't tell you first."

Meng Ye was stunned.

"I thought you came back in the afternoon." Zhuang Shao turned his head.

"How dare you, Lao Jiang is staring at me."

"Have you eaten lunch?" Zhuang Shao asked.

"ate."

There was a lot of talk on the road, but Meng Ye suddenly didn't want to say a word. He sat down sullenly, still sullen for a long time, and said, "Why don't you ask again? Didn't you talk a lot just now?"

Zhuang Shao was puzzled: "What are you asking?"

"Ask me how I compare!"

The sound was too loud, causing people to look sideways. Zhuang Shao was silent for a few seconds and said, "Lu Xiaochuan called his dad last night, and we all know the result of the game."

Lu Xiaochuan's father sold breakfast at the school gate, and he was a big speaker just like his son.

"Okay, okay." Meng Ye said, "I'm talking nonsense."

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while, Zhuang Shao wanted to open the topic and asked, "Have you bought the headphones?"

Not to mention Meng Ye forgot.

He took the earphones and the box out of the bag and threw them in front of Zhuang Shao. Zhuang Shao took it and didn't open it: "I broke Jin Ziqi's. If you don't mind this pair, pay her first."

"What?" Meng Ye stood up.

U18 refers to the National Athletics Championships U18 (participation group: under 18)