Coach don't tease me

Have the stamina to slowly figure out how to grasp the moves. Anyway, the moves in the preliminary route are not too small and will not be too difficult to grasp, so you can rely on the strong arm strength and core muscles trained in gymnastics, and simply use jumping. Use explosive power to make up for the lack of endurance. "An Gefeng nodded while talking, and gave a flat evaluation: "I have an idea, but the risk is too high and the gambling is too big."

At first I wanted to show off my strategy, but it turned out to be seen through by others. Wu Shaoqi was not happy, "I'll go eat something first, I'm so hungry."

"Put on your coat first, so your muscles don't get cold. There is food in our school tent. I don't know if there are any team members staying there..." Shi Ping handed him the coat, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll go with you Bar…"

"No need," Wu Shaoqi put on his coat and waved his hands, "Xiaodong is just a few days behind me, and he's about to play. Coach, don't you want a video? Going to the tent to find something to eat won't bother me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the tent. When he passed by the audience, several people whistled to him: "Young man, you are so handsome!" He felt embarrassed, but he couldn't hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Back in the tent, there was no one there. How could the team members let go of this opportunity? They must have gone to watch the game. Wu Shaoqi looked around, but couldn't see where the food supplies were placed, but there was a big box on the ground, which was miscellaneously lost. There was a pile of elastic cords for the coat grip, Wu Shaoqi sighed, and was about to raise his hand to take them all down, but a voice came from behind: "Let me come, don't let the injury on your arm get worse."

Turning his head, An Gefeng raised the medicine box and waved it in front of his eyes: "I'll find something to eat for you, and while you eat, I will help you treat the wound." He pointed to Wu Shaoqi's left hand, "The one in your hand Is the wound open?"

"You...how...know?" Wu Shaoqi touched his injured hand subconsciously.

"Guess. There was a slight pause in your last few jumps, and it was obvious that your right hand exerted more force," Angefon gathered the things on the box, carried them all to the table next to him, and found out the energy from the box A stick and a sports drink, and a chair for him to sit on.

"Don't eat too much during the competition, this can replenish energy more quickly." Angefon tore off the package of the energy bar and gave it to him. "Hold it in your right hand and eat it. Take off the jacket on your left hand. Let me take a look."

"It's okay, it's been a few days, let's make it after the game?" Wu Shaoqi bit off half of the stick in one bite. The cranberry flavor is delicious, but it's better to eat with water.

An Gefeng ignored him, and directly peeled off his left coat. Wu Shaoqi couldn't care less about eating, and struggled: "What are you doing! Just say it's okay!"

"It doesn't matter what you said, I'll have to see if there's anything else," An Gefeng pulled off the sleeve of his jacket repeatedly, exposing the bandage on his left forearm: "Tsk tsk tsk, blood is oozing out, Said it was fine."

"You've dealt with it now, don't you want to climb later? Climbed and collapsed, is there any difference?" Wu Shaoqi hurriedly pulled his hand away.

"Why don't you save your strength for the competition? Is it meaningful to waste it here?" An Gefeng clasped his wrist, Wu Shaoqi even smoked it two or three times, and An Gefeng didn't seem to have any strength , but it is as stable as Mount Tai: "Any point of handling is bad for the game, so let me ask, do you want to win?"

Of course, if this is the last rock climbing, then of course he wants to give his best performance, listen to the audience cheering for him, try to see if he can stand on the podium, and prove that his gymnastics and rock climbing are not wasted time.

Angefon felt that his arm was loose, so he began to unravel the bandages one by one, and he was particularly disgusted: "Which Mongolian doctor's bag is in a mess, is red medicine free? Apply so much? This thing will cause wounds Pigmentation and poor antibacterial effect, doesn’t the doctor know?”

"I made it myself, there is only red medicine at home," Wu Shaoqi replied in a muffled voice.

"I know," An Gefeng wiped the blood off the wound with a sterile cotton cloth, and tried to suppress the expression with a smile on his face, but he couldn't suppress it: "Otherwise, how can there be such an unqualified doctor?"

"Did anyone tell you not to make the contestants angry!" An Gefeng was treating the wound with his head down. Wu Shaoqi yelled into his ear maliciously, which made An Gefeng tremble in fright, and his subordinates didn't pay attention to press on his wound , the pain made him gasp in a "hiss--".

"It's really not intentional, who told you to shout." Angfeng spread his palms, made a gesture of surrender, and said with a smile: "There is not much time left, I will take care of this first." He looked at the wound Frowning: "The wound is a bit deep, what did the other party hit you with?"

"No, I was scratched by the corner of the table when I fell." Wu Shaoqi replied lightly.

"Your tissue fluid is still flowing. I used alginic acid non-woven dressing to stick it on first and then wrap the bandage. It can absorb tissue fluid to help cells repair, and it can also accelerate blood clotting. Otherwise, I am afraid that the audience will see your blood stained sleeves in the finals. "An Gefeng speeded up the processing, with a focused expression.

"Can I make it to the finals?" Wu Shaoqi got to the point and was a little worried: "I don't have enough stamina."

"When you never have enough stamina, you can ask Xiaodong, and he also thinks that you don't have enough stamina. But at least you can dance, and you can dance well enough to amuse the audience." An Gefeng took out a new The bandage was wrapped around it, it was a little tight but it would not affect the degree of movement. He squatted at the height of Wu Shaoqi's arm, raised his eyes and smiled at him: "I think you are a little nervous when climbing. Tension will cause muscle hypoxia. Relax a little Even better, did that yelling into my ear just let you release a little pressure?"

Wu Shaoqi was drinking a sports drink. Hearing what he said, he swallowed and didn't pay attention, and coughed several times.

Do you think those gags are meaningful?

"Lack of stamina is a fact, and there is no way to make up for it now," An Gefeng stretched out his coat and asked him to put on his gloves, then squatted down in front of Wu Shaoqi, looked into his eyes, and said gently: "But I will give you two secrets. First, you must pay attention to your breathing when climbing. Take a deep breath and exhale deeply, so that oxygen can fill your muscles and blood vessels, and reduce the accumulation of lactic acid so that you can last for a while. Second, the routes for the semi-finals and finals are absolutely impossible Let you jump from the beginning to the end, so the route observation is very important, when you observe the route, you must first decide which points can be jumped and which ones should be handled carefully, understand?"

"Well..." Wu Shaoqi calmed down after being watched by him, "I will remember."

Angefon smiled, and looked down at the message on his phone: "Coach Shi said that you and Xiaodong have both entered the rematch. After 10 minutes, we will start observing the route of the rematch and quarantine."

Wu Shaoqi took another two sips of sports drink, stood up and patted the biscuit crumbs on his clothes, and let out a big breath: "Okay, I'll put some water first to reduce weight."

Angefeng also packed up the equipment and put it back in the medicine cabinet, and nodded: "After you go to the bathroom, go directly to the stage." Seeing Wu Shaoqi about to step out of the tent, he stopped him again, raised his chin, and said, "Colorful head Don't be nervous and don't think about it, I like you!"

Wu Shaoqi looked at him, blinked, wanted to answer "I will try my best" but felt too fucking hypocritical, and finally walked out of the tent without saying anything.He took one step and two and started running, somehow his whole body seemed to be pumped with chicken blood, he couldn't wait to start the race immediately, he felt full of strength...and confidence.

It's amazing.

Could this Coach An really be doing psychological counseling?

No.: CH13

Just after four o'clock in the afternoon, the two routes of the rematch had ended, and the conference announced the list of finalists. When they heard the names of Yang Dongyu and Wu Shaoqi, Shi Ping cheered excitedly.

"Good job! Good job!" Shi Ping couldn't find his eyes with a smile on his face, "You two are really bringing glory to the school!"

"Coach, there is still the final, don't shake me dizzy." Wu Shaoqi disliked Coach Shi, but he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up.

"I didn't expect to be able to enter the final!" Yang Dongyu was in disbelief, and kept repeating the same sentence: "I never thought that I would be able to enter the final."

"You have performed very well, but don't get too excited now, save some energy for the final," An Gefeng took Shi Ping's hand off the shoulders of the two of them, and urged: "The final will be quarantined at 05:30, and there will be one and a half You can relax for a while and eat something first, it takes time to convert food into energy.”

As soon as they approached the school tent, other members of the rock climbing team immediately rushed forward, shouting, "Hero! So strong! So handsome!", as if they had won their medals.

"Young Master Wu, you are a goddamn dancer! Everyone in the audience is fans of you!" A member of the team blushed and said excitedly.

"Are you so handsome?" Wu Shaoqi finally grinned without hiding his complacency, "Is there a girl watching?"

"Yes! Yes! Shout out to be an idol!" Everyone praised him without leaving any room for praise, "I think you and Xiaodong will be the champion and runner-up, right?"

"How could it be so easy..." Wu Shaoqi's smile faltered a little, "I'm almost exhausted..."

"My hands are sore!" Yang Dongyu also began to groan, "It's over, won't it be embarrassing if you don't make it to the third in the final?"

"Then hurry up and eat to replenish your energy!" Shi Ping waved the crowd away like chasing flies, "Don't disturb the rest of the players here!"

"Drink some honey water first, then eat roasted chicken legs and boiled eggs, and finally bananas." Angefon laid out the pre-prepared food one by one, "They are all protein or things that are easy to absorb, and you can also add more Drink some electrolyte drinks."

"It seems to be too excited... I can't eat it." Yang Dongyu was still sweating on his forehead, "Coach Shi, what is my ranking in the rematch?"

"You are No.5 among the ten finalists, and Wu Shaoqi is No.4." Shi Ping looked at the report card in his hand, "The first three players, one local player, one Japanese, No.1. They are of Chinese-French blood, and all three of them have participated in the World Championships, so they have experience in competitions, and it is already very good that you can climb like this.”

"Wow! Mr. Wu, you are amazing. You can still achieve such results without climbing for a month," Yang Dongyu said so excitedly and stomped his feet, "If you can return to the team and practice hard, you might even be able to participate in the World Championships."

When Wu Shaoqi heard the word "return to the team", the blood that was rushing through his body immediately cooled down twice.He used to regard rock climbing as a kind of homework, just like the people in the entrance class have to work hard to write papers, and the people in their physical education class just practice hard, which is a kind of responsibility. He likes rock climbing just like some people especially like English or mathematics. No matter how much I like it, I can't let it go.

But today's game was too shocking!He never thought that he could use his whole body skills so focused on a route, with full firepower, and every cell was fighting. If he had wings, he would also believe that he would be able to fly full of vitality, so happy, I enjoyed it so much.

It's a pity that this is his last game, and there are only two routes left for the next final, and then this matter will disappear in his life, maybe he will talk about it when he is old and wants to brag to his children and grandchildren.

I'm a little lonely...

"In addition to recording your competition process, I also recorded that Chinese-French mixed race. His movements are smooth and labor-saving. You can study it when you go back and use it as a reference." Shi Ping looked at his watch while talking, and urged: "Eat first. Let’s take some time to digest things. Professor An and I will massage your shoulders and arms while you eat, to relax your muscles.”

Just like this, the two of them bit the chicken legs and asked the coach to push and rub the shoulders and back muscles. The posture was like a professional player, and they could still talk to other team members on the side about how difficult and thrilling the route they just climbed. Tell me all about your mental journey.

After dinner, chatting and farting reached a point, and at the moment when there were only 15 minutes left before the final isolation time, the two idiots who were addicted to the glory of the past finally started to get nervous.

"Fuck! It's time for the final!" They were walking towards the isolation area, Yang Dongyu rubbed his hands, his palms were full of sweat: "My mind is blank, my muscles are sore, my heart is beating wildly, I'm dead."

"My hands are wet," Wu Shaoqi was also very nervous, and even more nervous when he heard Yang Dongyu say this. He wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes again and again, but the sweat was like a fountain, and he would never wipe it dry: "Coach, is there any The secret to your nervousness?"

"Is it possible to not be nervous in the finals for the first time?" Shi Ping put his hands on their shoulders and squeezed them, smiling at all this with the tone of someone who has experienced it: "Experience this feeling well, feel the strength of the heart beating wildly for the goal, always You have to go this far.”

The door of the isolation area is in front of you. The two coaches stopped. Angfeng waved his hands and said, "Try to focus on your breathing. When your hands are weak, step on your feet as high as possible. Maintaining confidence is the most important thing." ,Wish ya'll good luck."

When he walked into the isolation gate, Yang Dongyu whispered in Wu Shaoqi's ear, "How can I maintain my confidence?"

Wu Shaoqi thought for a while: "Keep repeating 'I want to win'?"

"I want to win, I want to win, I want to win." Yang Dongyu began to chant the mantra.

Wu Shaoqi covered his mouth with his hand: "Forget it, I'm even more nervous when I read it like this."

Unlike the preliminaries and rematch, the isolation area was crowded with a lot of contestants. Now there are only ten people left in it. Look at me and look at you. All of them are lean and slender, and their body fat probably does not exceed fifteen.Everyone's face was stiff and heavy, as if they were about to go to the guillotine, some shook their feet, and some directly rubbed a powder in their hands. Everyone was silent in unison, and they were all fighting against the thud in the left chest. The throbbing drums.

They found a seat and sat down. As soon as Wu Shaoqi took his seat, the contestant next to him took the initiative to say "hi" to him, and said with a smile, "I just saw your rematch, which is very unique."

"It's my first time participating in a competition, so I don't know the situation," Wu Shaoqi smiled sheepishly, glanced at the other party, and found that he didn't look like a Chinese, so he had an idea: "Are you... a Chinese-French hybrid?"

The man touched his face in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "You can even tell which country I am from?"

Wu Shaoqi chuckled and scratched his head: "It's not that great, I just know that the first place in the semi-finals is Chinese-French mixed race."

"I happen to be doing well today, and I hope I can last until the finals." The boy with a deep profile smiled and extended his hand with full adult style and international etiquette: "My name is Shane, nice to meet you."

Wu Shaoqi wiped off the powder from his hands on his pants, and shook hands with him unnaturally: "My name is Wu Shaoqi, let's work hard together."

The order of appearance in the finals is determined according to the ranking of the semi-finals. The lower the ranking, the first to appear. The night competition is very interesting with lighting effects and dynamic music. There are more audiences than during the day. It’s the regret that comes out when a miss is heard. The players in the quarantine area can express their imaginations infinitely, and their emotions become more and more tense because of this wave of sound effects. The torment makes people want to go out and compare it immediately.

"The next player, Yang Dongyu, please prepare."

Wu Shaoqi obviously felt the shock of Yang Dongyu who was sitting next to him, stood up abruptly, and walked towards the door with a calm expression.

"Xiaodong, come on, don't be cowardly!" Wu Shaoqi put his hands around his mouth and shouted, but Yang Dongyu walked towards the light outside the door as if he didn't hear it at all.

Xiaodong will be the next one after the end. The feeling of anticipation and fear of being hurt is really indescribable. Wu Shaoqi is sweating wildly while sitting there still, his fingertips are trembling slightly with tension, is this even more of a fart?

"Try to focus on your breath."

He remembered this sentence in a strange way, and began to inhale slowly, one, two, three, four, five, and then exhaled slowly, one, two, three, four, five. It seemed to be really effective, and he repeated several deep breaths.

"The next contestant, Wu Shaoqi, please prepare."

Change him to the execution ground... Oh no, it's a battlefield.Wu Shaoqi stood up and walked to the door to wait for his appearance. Well, the last two races in his life are coming. When he thinks about this, he suddenly becomes less nervous. Does it matter if the results are good or bad?After all, it was a dream.

Wu Shaoqi came out with a smile when the door opened, and the audience watched all the way from the preliminaries to the rematch