I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 84 Don't Waste Your Talent on Studying

Zhang Jilong didn't dare look at Secretary Wang's expression, but in his heart he was already thinking about Chen Zhou:

If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all.

It's so embarrassing.

However, Zhang Jilong is a seasoned veteran, and he immediately responded with a straight shot.

"Young man, your name is Chen Zhou, right? You were running around pretty fast at the train station yesterday!"

Chen Zhou felt a sense of foreboding.

It seems that my use of "Speed ​​is of the essence" yesterday has attracted attention.

毕竟他100米平常就能跑12秒5，再提升个30%，那就是9秒61，只比尤塞恩博尔特的世界纪录9秒58慢0秒03。

(After careful research, the previous figure of 11.5 seconds is a bit fast for the average high school student, so this has been revised accordingly.)

This speed might be hard for the average person to grasp, but a professional like Zhang Jilong would certainly be able to detect something.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhou had an idea: he could no longer use [Speed ​​is of the essence] to increase his running speed.

What if someone discovers it, arrests it, and dissects it?
Chen Zhou quickly laughed it off:
"You flatter me. It was just an act of bravery. I acted in a moment of panic."

Zhang Jilong walked over, patted Chen Zhou on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Not only is he fast, but most importantly, he's kind-hearted and of excellent character!"

Chen Zhou shyly touched his head:

“Thank you so much!”

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Jilong got down to business:
"Well then, the reason I called you here today is to check your physical fitness. If possible, we'll also do a simple 100-meter test."

Chen Zhou nodded and smiled:

"Good teacher."

With Secretary Wang right there, he couldn't very well refuse to give the school's Party Secretary face.

In public schools today, the Party Secretary is the top leader, and the principal has to take a backseat.

Zhang Jilong hummed in agreement, then looked at Chen Zhou's calves and said:
"Pull your pants up first, let me take a look at your Achilles tendon."

Chen Zhou did as instructed and rolled up the legs of his school uniform trousers.

Zhang Jilong squatted down, pressed his thumb on the end of Chen Zhou's calf muscle, and then frowned.

This Achilles tendon doesn't seem like it's meant for running very fast.

Based on his 20 years of coaching experience, this Achilles tendon length and elasticity correspond to a 100-meter time of at most around 11.5 seconds.

But the figure that flashed through my memory yesterday was incredibly fast.

Zhang Jilong was a little puzzled:
"Could it be that I'm getting senile and seeing things?"

After much deliberation, Zhang Jilong said to Chen Zhou:
"Let's run a quick 100 meters, I'll check your time. What was your running time during the physical exam?"

Chen Zhou walked towards the running track outside the stadium and said frankly:

"12 seconds 5."

Zhang Jilong's brows furrowed even deeper; this result was similar to what he felt when he touched his Achilles tendon.

He followed Chen Zhou toward the track, and Secretary Wang and Cheng Yanqiu also came over.

"Make sure you warm up properly to avoid straining your muscles."

Zhang Jilong had Cheng Yanqiu stand at the finish line, while he stood by the starting line, wanting to watch Chen Zhou's start.

"On your marks—"

When Zhang Jilong gave the command, the instant he shouted "Run!", Chen Zhou started sprinting.

But the moment Chen Zhou took off, Zhang Jilong couldn't help but frown again.

It's still the same feeling.

Slow, too slow!
Zhang Jilong crossed his arms, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

What went wrong?
As he crossed the finish line, Chen Zhou staggered forward half a step, his hands on his knees as he gasped for breath.

Cheng Yanqiu pressed the stopwatch and said softly:
"11 seconds 66."

Chen Zhou smiled shyly, somewhat surprised, and said:
"I haven't run in so long, how come I've improved?" Clearly, this is the effect of adding points to the "Martial Arts" attribute.

With that, the two turned and walked back.

Looking at Cheng Yanqiu, Zhang Jilong asked:
"How many seconds?"

"11 seconds 66."

Upon hearing this result, even Secretary Wang, who wasn't very knowledgeable about sports, felt it was quite mediocre, and a fleeting look of disappointment crossed his face.

Zhang Jilong, on the other hand, was not surprised, because he had already seen Chen Zhou's level from various previous signs.

However, looking at Chen Zhou's shy face, he always felt that he was hiding something.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Jilong still held onto a sliver of hope. He approached Chen Zhou, placed his hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said:
"If you can really run at yesterday's speed, I hope you will try your best to run it again and not waste your talent on studying."

"You absolutely have a chance to stand on the podium at the National Track and Field Championships. Your parents and school will be proud of you."

Chen Zhou's gaze was calm as still water as he sincerely said:
"I'm sorry, teacher... I've tried my best!"

Zhang Jilong stared into Chen Zhou's eyes, trying to find a trace of wavering in his calm expression.

The wind at the end of the corridor lifted his sleeves, and the noise of the sports students in the gymnasium made the confrontation in front of him seem unusually quiet.

"it is good."

Zhang Jilong suddenly shifted his gaze and continued:
"Then go back to class. Since you don't want to, no one can force you."

Chen Zhou nodded and walked out of the gymnasium, saying something before leaving:
"Thank you, teacher."

Looking at the scene before him, Secretary Wang looked at Zhang Jilong with a puzzled expression, thinking that this famous sports coach had made a mistake.

Chen Zhou doesn't look like a sprint seed at all.

After Chen Zhou left, Secretary Wang took Zhang Jilong to observe the training and then to his office for tea, where he was briefly entertained.

However, he also noticed that Zhang Jilong seemed somewhat distracted throughout the process.

The exchange was brief, and Zhang Jilong and Cheng Yanqiu quickly boarded the official vehicle to return to the guesthouse.

On the train, Cheng Yanqiu asked Zhang Jilong:

"Teacher, I feel like Chen Zhou is acting strange. He ran so fast yesterday, but today he only ran 11.66 seconds..."

Zhang Jilong shook his head, thought for a moment, and then said:
"Yanqiu, come with me to do something later."

Cheng Yanqiu raised his head and asked:
"what?"

Zhang Jilong stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming:

"Check the surveillance footage."

Since eyesight doesn't count, we'll have to check the security camera footage.

If Chen Zhou truly possessed the same level of skill as yesterday, Zhang Jilong would never have let this promising 100-meter runner go.

……

The setting sun bathed the walls of the teaching building in a honey color, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the corridors.

The last math class is over.

The weekend has begun.

With cheers and excitement, the abstract trio began packing their things. Zhou Xinglun, whose novel had been confiscated, spent the afternoon imitating Hinata Hyuga.

Li Bin instructed:
"Meet at 5 PM tomorrow! Let's go on a picnic in Fengshan!!"

Bai Qianqian sat in her seat, also packing her canvas bag. As she listened to the three of them planning to go hiking over the weekend, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

Bai Qianqian: I...I really want to go too! If I ask now, will Chen Zhou take me? Ahh~ I'm so nervous, maybe I should just forget it...

Chen Zhou scanned Bai Qianqian's mind, thought for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear it, and finally spoke:

"Bai Qianqian, we're planning to go hiking tomorrow, do you want to come along?"

This sudden invitation startled Bai Qianqian slightly. She leaned forward and said with delight:
"Can...can you?"

There will be another chapter later

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