Wan Lin and others came out of Xiaoya's house after eating. Wan Lin turned to Xiaoya who was sent out and said, "I will treat my aunt every other day. I think she will be able to walk after a dozen times." Xiaoya shook his hand quietly.
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Wan Lin and the others returned to the dormitory. Cheng Ru had already returned. When he saw them coming in, he quickly asked: "Where have you been? You are back so late." Zhang Wa did not answer his question, but raised the transcript in front of him.
"Look, we all passed."
Chengru looked at the report card and saw that Wan Lin and Zhang Wa were ranked in front. He was a little surprised: he had the best foundation, how could he be ranked third? He pulled Dali aside and asked in a low voice, "These two boys have such poor foundation.
Why did he do so well in the exam?" He scratched his head vigorously and said, "I'm confused too. Let's go and ask Zhang Wa."
The two called Zhang Wa aside, waved their fists vigorously and shouted, "Be honest, you and Wan Lin have such poor foundations, how can you do so well in the exam?"
Zhang Wa touched his face with a confused look on his face, "Yes, I have been feeling very clear-headed recently and my memory is particularly good. I want to think about when this feeling appeared." He shook his head and thought for a while.
Patting his head, "By the way, I started after learning Qigong from Grandpa Wan Lin last time."
As soon as the two heard this, they quickly ran to Wan Lin. One of them grabbed an arm and pushed him onto the bed, shouting vigorously, "Good boy, you have something good to teach Zhang Wa, don't tell us." Wan Lin looked confused.
Said: "No".
Zhang Wa ran over with a smile and picked up Wan Lin, "I told you, since I learned your qigong, not only am I agile, but my mind is also very clear."
Wan Lin suddenly realized. He said to the two of them, "You are my good friends. If you want to learn, I can teach you, but you are not allowed to pass it on to others. This is a martial art passed down from my family. It cannot be passed on to others without my grandfather's permission." The two
He quickly raised his hands and swore an oath not to spread the word.
That night, Wan Lin began to teach them the secret of luck.
From then on, in addition to studying, Wan Lin also went to Xiaoya's house to treat his aunt, and taught Dali and others how to practice qigong. After treating Xiaoya's mother seven or eight times, Xiaoya's mother could actually walk. She was so happy.
The old lady called the four of them home for dinner every now and then.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Dean Wan called the four people to the office and said, "The college will hold the annual autumn sports meeting in the next two days. You should consider participating and don't make yourself so nervous." Several people agreed.
Come out.
They had long heard that there was going to be a sports meeting, but they were too nervous to study, and Team Li told them not to reveal their identities, so they were not prepared to participate. But the dean asked them to participate, so they had no choice but to go to the department office to sign up.
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The people in the department had long heard that there were four special students, but they were told not to disturb them if they were fine, so they had very little contact with them, and most people didn't know them.
Seeing the four of them walking into the office wearing cadet uniforms without military ranks, a lieutenant named Wang asked, "Which department are you from and who are you looking for?" Zhang Wa quickly retreated to the door to look at the "Information and Combat Command Department Office"
He walked in and said in surprise, "Yes, we are from this department. We signed up to participate in the sports meeting."
Lieutenant Wang looked at several people, took out a few forms from the drawer, pointed to the "Sports Games Event Form" on the wall and said, "Why haven't I seen you? Fill in the forms according to the items on the wall. Which class are you in?"
Zhang Wa rubbed her head, "We don't have classes, we live in dormitory 302."
Only then did Lieutenant Wang remember that they were the four special students. They didn't know the origins of the four people. They only knew that they came in through special channels. They all thought that the four Wan Lin people were the sons of high-ranking officials who ran this gold-plated job. They had done it before.
This happens.
Wan Lin looked at the event list and was a little hesitant. Chengru said, "I'll sign up for the 10,000-meter run." Zhang Wa said, "Then I'll sign up for the 200-meter run." She vigorously signed up for the shot put throw. Wan Lin had never participated in a sports meeting.
He didn't know which event was suitable for him to apply for. He hesitated for a long time, and finally Chengru decided to do a 100-meter dash for him.
The sports meeting was held on Saturday morning. Xiaoya and the other three wore white sportswear and ran to their dormitory early in the morning. They took out four sets of bright red sportswear from their bags and forced them to put them on.
Chengru knew about their relationship, and when he saw the three girls buying him a set, he kept saying thank you.
When they arrived at the college playground, Wan Lin and four others walked in front wearing bright red sportswear, followed by three beauties in white sportswear.
"Wow", the eyes of thousands of people on the playground were all attracted to them. Dali and Wan Lin saw that the students on the playground were all wearing camouflage uniforms issued by the college. Only a few of them stood out from the crowd. When they turned around, they
When he was about to run back, he was pushed back by three beauties with a smile. There was a burst of laughter on the playground. Lieutenant Wang, who was in charge of the department, said to the people next to him in a contemptuous tone, "These are the four specially recruited dandies."
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Dean Wan, who was sitting on the podium, also smiled and said to the host, "Let's get started"...
The competition started. Wan Lin and others followed Dali, who was the first to compete, to the shot put competition field. The bright red and white people immediately caused laughter from the male and female students onlookers.
The rules of the competition are to throw a 16-pound shot put three times in a circle and get the best result. The tower-like force is the last competition.
After the other athletes had finished throwing a round, he looked at the results of the athletes in front of him, the highest was 156 meters. He weighed the shot put in his hand and walked into the circle, turned to look at Xiaoli, and threw the shot put out with a roar.
"192 meters" the referee opened his eyes wide and shouted in surprise. This is the best result since the establishment of the institute. This is an international level. The originally laughing crowd saw such an outstanding performance when they saw the first red sportswear on the field.
During the performance, a burst of applause broke out uncontrollably, "Okay...".
Seeing Dali still standing in the circle innocently, Xiaoli smiled and ran up to pull him out. The huge cheers from the red sportswear once again attracted the attention of the audience.
At this time, the host's excited voice sounded from the loudspeaker on the rostrum: "Great news. Wang Dali, a shot put player from the Information and Combat Command Department, broke the best shot put record since the establishment of the institute, with a score of 192 meters. According to the referee, this is
International-level shot put results!”
Hearing the host's excited voice, the entire audience stood up, and the venue immediately burst into thunderous applause.
Dean Wan smiled and said to the leaders of the hospital next to him, "Just wait, there will be surprises later." He led them towards Wan Lin and others.
With Dali's impressive results and the sudden appearance of the college leaders on the sports field, several red sportswear immediately became the focus of the sports field.
The 10,000-meter race began, and Chengru took the lead to rush out. His bright red sportswear particularly attracted attention, and onlookers crowded to the finish line.
Other runners started running slowly in order to conserve their energy for the final sprint. Chengru ran faster and faster, leaving the runners behind him far behind in the first lap. By the time he reached the last lap, he had already passed
After seven or eight laps of the last player, when he crossed the finish line like a ball of red flames, thousands of people in the audience stood up and applauded desperately, and the venue was boiling!