I can transfer damage

For overweight people trying to lose weight, running is very harmful to the body, let alone running on a competition field.

therefore……

When Feng Jianming first noticed Lu Ziye, he never imagined that he was a reserve player brought by Wang Jianguo.

"Teacher Feng doesn't believe me!" Wang Jianguo said, looking at Lu Ziye, "Although you submitted an application, you still need to demonstrate your abilities. After all, my signature alone isn't enough to make the application report convincing. Of course, the main reason is that you've never participated in a competition before!"

To join the provincial team, one usually starts to show their talent in junior high school, for example, by winning a prize in a city-level middle school competition, and then being trained by the city.

Then, they won a place in a provincial competition and, after review, joined the provincial team.

Of course, there are also those with exceptional talent who are directly recruited into the provincial team, but such promising talents are absolutely not going to be recruited until college. Most of them are taken away by provincial team coaches during their junior high school physical education exams, and then, after evaluation by the provincial bureau, they officially become provincial team athletes!

and so……

It wasn't that Lu Ziye immediately became a provincial team athlete just because Wang Jianguo brought him to the provincial team.

Lu Ziye nodded, not at all nervous.

He might be slow in the 100-meter dash, mainly because he's too heavy, so his speed can't be fast.

But track and field isn't just about the 100-meter dash. If he can replicate his 400-meter and 800-meter performances from the school sports meet, Feng Jianming will probably be green with envy.

"Old Wang, are you serious?"

Feng Jianming was taken aback, and couldn't help but ask.

"Do you think I'm that free?" Wang Jianguo said, waving at a young boy, "This guy is your... senior!"

Senior brother?

Lu Ziye looked at the other person with a strange expression. If his eyesight was not wrong, this child was probably not an adult.

"My name is Zhan Long, hello junior brother!"

The little boy reached out to Lu Ziye, his face still very childish, but he was quite tall, over 1.7 meters.

Lu Ziye shook hands with the other person, gave his name, and casually asked, "How old are you?"

"fifteen!"

Lu Ziye: ...

Ok!

He's an eighteen-year-old body with a forty-year-old soul, calling a fifteen-year-old brat "senior brother"...

Well, what can you do when someone else got in first?

"I currently have three students under me, and with you, that makes four!"

Wang Jianguo is introducing Lu Ziye.

Soon, another middle-aged woman wearing glasses walked into the training room. She had short hair and was permed in the big, curly style typical of old Shanghai.

"Director Qin!"

Wang Jianguo quickly went up to greet him, then pointed at Lu Ziye and said something to him.

"Him?" Director Qin looked puzzled, revealing the same expression as Feng Jianming.

Feng Jianming chuckled and said with a smile, "I was startled when I heard Old Wang mention it!"

Wang Jianguo, however, remained completely calm, even saying, "Let's look at the data!"

Director Qin nodded: "Alright, let's see the results!"

Feng Jianming dismissed everyone on the training field, then focused on the machine, saying, "Let me check your watch for you!"

"Don't be nervous, just keep up the pace you had at yesterday's sports meet!" Wang Jianguo came over to comfort Lu Ziye.

Lu Ziye thought to himself, "The same speed as yesterday?"

Although it's only 100 meters, there was no one else on the track today. If it were like yesterday, I would be panting for my life.

Fortunately, the system gave him a "familiar people" section, allowing him to choose people he knows to transfer the damage.

Lu Ziye nodded and then walked onto the track!

"Who is this?!"

"They said it's a new team member!"

"Holy crap, really? This guy's so fat, how can he even run?"

"Who knows!"

There were quite a few people training today, both men and women, and they were all standing outside the track, watching Lu Ziye with great interest.

At the same time, Feng Jianming shouted, "Ready!"

Lu Ziye also began his preparations.

"His actions..."

"No way, this guy must have never practiced before!"

"He doesn't look young; he should be an adult by now!"

"And the shoes...these shoes are for the racetrack..."

Anyone with eyes can tell whether Lu Ziye has received professional training or not; he's unprofessional in every way.

But just as everyone was discussing, a loud bang was heard as the starting gun fired.

At the same time, Lu Ziye suddenly darted out.

"The starting speed is too slow, and the form is not standard!"

"The stride length is good, but the frequency is too low!"

"That speed is even slower than mine!"

There are indeed many flaws. At least in the eyes of some athletes who have been training for more than half a year, Lu Ziye is a novice with no foundation at all.

and……

This speed isn't particularly impressive either, in fact...

It's a bit tight.

How did someone like that get brought to the station?

Could it be...

Was it bribed in?

You can bribe your way into the track and field team? Isn't that ridiculous?

After all, money is useless in track and field; you might as well turn right and go to the football team.

[WARNING! Your leg is in injury!]

[Warning! Warning! Your lungs are being damaged!]

[Should we transfer?]

Transfer! Transfer!

Lu Ziye had already prepared the list of acquaintances, and this option wasn't Zhang Qiang, Li Yuhang, or Xu Jing, but rather...

Lin Sheng!

After what happened last night, if Lin Sheng doesn't know what's good for him, a fight might break out later.

Fortunately, Lin Sheng knew what was important, and Lu Ziye was also preparing to build a relationship with Lin Sheng, since he needed to enter the entertainment industry.

in this way……

Let's forge an iron lung for Lin Sheng first!

[Ding! Congratulations to the player for transferring damage! Speed ​​+1 reward!]

Speed ​​again?

Lu Ziye didn't think much of it and kept running!

It was only 100 meters, which was just over ten seconds. In the blink of an eye, he had reached the finish line. Lu Ziye was panting heavily. After all, it would be a bit unbelievable if he was completely unharmed.

"12.50!"

Feng Jianming looked at the numbers, raised an eyebrow, and seemed somewhat surprised!

after all……

While these figures aren't exactly amazing, they're still quite good, as they've reached the level of a third-level athlete in terms of electrical measurement.

Most importantly, Lu Ziye is so fat, yet he can still achieve such a result. Once he loses weight and receives professional training, he will truly be a promising talent!

"12:50? Wow, not bad!"

"This guy's speed is indeed impressive, even without training!"

"He's still so fat; if he loses weight, he might have a chance to break 10!"

"That's hard to say; some people actually become slower at running after losing weight!"

Xiao Chengfeng crossed his arms and looked at Lu Ziye, who was panting at the finish line, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense that made him feel that Lu Ziye would definitely become his rival in the future.

Wang Jianguo, however, frowned when he saw the data.

This is a bit different from his expected 100 meters!

In his opinion, Lu Ziye should be able to break 11 seconds in the 100 meters, after all, he ran 47.85 meters in 400 meters, which averages out to under 12 seconds.

How come it only takes 12.50 seconds for 100 meters?

But then I thought about it again. Yesterday's sports meet was done by hand, but now it's done by electricity. Plus, Lu Ziye's real strength lies in his endurance. Therefore, his best sport should be middle-distance running, not the 100-meter dash!