He didn't want to admit it, but his self-confidence had actually been hit.
His grandfather Lao Feng soon noticed something strange about him and asked him why he stopped running. Xiaojun only said that he was a little tired.
When he was at school, his physical education teacher gave him lessons twice a week to guide him in running.
After all, when a primary school student participates in a 1,500-meter run, he needs to be more cautious and professional.
Usually they come to the playground after school in the afternoon. While he is running, the physical education teacher gives him guidance and corrects some incorrect running postures and habits.
On this day, after running, the physical education teacher chatted with Xiaojun for a few words.
Xiaojun is the same at school as he was at Little Red Horse, he is taciturn and has few friends.
But he admired the 40-year-old physical education teacher in front of him very much.
When the physical education teacher was young, he participated in the 5,000-meter long-distance race in the province, and his best result was the top three.
He is keen on participating in various marathon running competitions, and his results are not bad. Although he does not get a ranking, he enjoys it.
"Okay, that's it for today. You go home and don't practice secretly anymore. You have to combine work and rest. It's not just about running crazy. This is a long-term sport. It won't produce results in the short term. On the contrary,
It will damage your body."
In the past, Xiaojun would listen carefully and remember what the physical education teacher said, but today, after hearing this, he couldn't help but have doubts.
"Is it true that there will be no results in the short term?" he asked doubtfully. The concept he believed in in the past was shaken because of a cheating friend.
The physical education teacher said: "Of course there are no results. Running is the result of long-term persistence and practice. You can never get good results overnight, never."
Seeing that Xiaojun's eyes were unsteady and the expression on his face was uncertain, he said, "What? How could you have such an idea?"
"Teacher, let me show you this."
Xiaojun said, walked to the grass not far away, picked up the schoolbag there, and found his second-hand mobile phone from it.
The physical education teacher followed him, curious as to what Xiaojun wanted to show him.
It's a video.
When Xiaojun played this video, the picture was a bit messy and shaky, and a child's voice sounded, as if he was singing. Oh, yes, he was singing.
"Dudududu~~~ Riding on my beloved motorcycle, I am no longer afraid of traffic jams..."
The camera in the picture sometimes looks at a little girl walking as fast as flying, and sometimes looks at the ground. The camera is running, making her eyes dazzled.
"What is this?" The physical education teacher was confused. The picture was too shaky, and he didn't know what the point was.
"This little girl." Xiaojun said.
"Huh??" The PE teacher looked at Xiaojun doubtfully, but still didn't understand.
"She's running."
"Then what?"
"I ran 1,000 meters that day, and she also ran 1,000 meters. She was full of energy and was not tired at the end..."
The physical education teacher didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Xiaojun's serious look, he watched the video carefully, and excluding the bad picture, he gradually discovered the clues... When he saw the whole race finished, Xiaojun was panting and sweating profusely.
But the little girl next to him was still lively and energetic, calling Xiaojun to play with the eagle and catch the chickens. He was shocked, so horrified!
"Did she really run 1,000 meters?"
The video only recorded the last lap, so it’s unclear whether there was any running ahead.
"I started running, and she started running and kept following me and talking to me."
"It's interesting...very interesting. You can record a complete video for me tonight."
"..."
"Also, take this."
The physical education teacher handed a plastic bag to Xiaojun. Although he couldn't see what was inside, Xiaojun knew that it must be a nutritious meal made by the teacher.
This is not the first time. The physical education teacher found that Xiaojun's living conditions were not good and his nutrition could not keep up, so he would send him a nutritious meal every now and then, mainly meat, eggs and milk.
When I came to Little Red Horse in the evening, Xiaojun was still the first one. Of course, except for Xiaobai and Xier, these two melons were digging sand, hey, hey, hey, they were doing it in full swing.
Boss Zhang crossed the yard and hurried into the studio next door. The lights there were already on and it was brightly lit. It seemed that the adults were working overtime.
Xiaojun walked into the classroom, the lights were turned on, and the picture books and toys were neatly placed by the teachers. But after a while, when the children came, everything would be messed up.
He saw Teacher Xiaoliu.
"Xiaojun, aren't you going to run today?" Teacher Xiaoliu asked.
"Well~ don't run, run, wait a moment."
He couldn't sit still in the classroom, so he went outside. It was dark outside, and gradually the night was completely covering him. Except for two silly children who kept digging sand, there were no other children.
He sat down on the steps, bored, and looked at Xiaobai and Xi'er who were working in the sand pit. He just felt that these two silly children had a boring life and liked to dig sand all day long. It was really hard to understand.
Compared with the two of them, Dudu's hobbies are much nobler. Running not only strengthens the body but also trains willpower. Isn't it a hundred times better than digging sand?
Unknowingly, Xiaojun recognized Dudu, who had somewhat the same interests and hobbies as him, deep down in his heart.
Say Dudu, Dudu is here.
She ran into the little red horse, waved to her mother outside the yard, and jumped up and down to find Xiaobai and Xi'er.
The three of them didn't know what they said, and they ran towards the classroom in a hurry.
"Xiaojun~~~"
Dudu shouted and ran over. Xiaojun quickly asked: "Are you running?"
"666~" Dudu disappeared into the classroom like the wind, and soon ran out like the wind, carrying a small yellow plastic bucket dangling in his hand. There was a small hoe in the bucket.
Clang.
"I want to dig sand~~~"
Dudu rushed to the sandpit, put down his tools, picked up two buckets of sand that Xiaobai and Xier had filled, and ran to empty them.
When Xiaojun saw this, he thought to himself that although children are sometimes smart, they are still stupid in the end.
Since Dudu didn't want to run, Xiaojun would do it by himself. He took off his coat, placed it with his grandfather at the sentry box, and then started running around the yard.
On the fifth lap, his breathing began to become heavy and rapid. At this time, a beeping sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Hey! I'm here for a run too~~lalalalalalal~~~~"
When Xiaojun looked up, he saw his feet stepping on the Hot Wheels and jumping in front of him.
Xiaojun didn't pay attention, thinking that this was Dudu's first lap, and it was normal for him to run faster than him.
However, not long after, his face turned ugly.
“666~~~I’ve caught up with you, Xiaojun, la la la la la la~~~~”
There was a beeping sound behind him, and then, a small figure jumped past his feet, leaving only his arrogant back.
Xiaojun suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points in an instant!
He was actually trapped by Dudu!!!
This is impossible!
Xiaojun got angry and forgot his own running rhythm, so he rushed forward, secretly competing to catch up with Dudu.
A person fights for a breath, and a Buddha receives a stick of incense. He, a long-distance runner, cannot stand such bullying.
Although Dudu didn't mean it, it not only failed to alleviate Xiaojun's inner hurt, but doubled his hurt.
Because the more unintentional it is, the more it means that Dudu did not use her full strength, or even that she was just playing!
Xiaojun did catch up with Dudu, but after a while, he was overtaken by Dudu again and ran away...
But because his breath was messed up and his body was heavy, he gritted his teeth and persisted in running for one more lap, but he couldn't run anymore and all his previous efforts were in vain.
If this were in a formal competition, he would have abandoned the competition, had no results, and returned without success.
Seeing that he was out of breath and very tired, Dudu appeared next to him again and handed him a bottle of Little Bear Vitality Drink.
"Here you drink."
Xiaojun hesitated for a moment, accepted her kindness, and asked: "Why are you so good at running? Have you ever run with your parents?"
Dudu put a straw into his bottle of Little Bear Energy Drink, put it in his mouth, sipped it, nodded, and took the time to say, "Dad and I are going for a run in the morning."
No wonder, Xiaojun felt relieved. He knew that Dudu’s parents were both athletes and provided comprehensive guidance to Dudu. Just like the Little Bear Vitality Drink he just took in his hand, Dudu’s mother knew that she
I might go for a run in the evening, so I prepared it for her.
While the two were chatting, suddenly an attentive little voice sounded behind them.
