Born to Run

　　 "Huh? It came back?"

Nie Fangping sat in his seat. He was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the confusion just now. After a short while, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from his seat almost instantly. .

　　 Twisting a somewhat blessed body, he ran to the young man who was so loudly shouting in three or two steps, his legs and feet were so sensitive that he didn't look like an old man of his age.

　　 "Oh, coach Nie, slow down, slow down!" The young people who were standing on the sidelines shouting were shocked and hurriedly shouted at him.

Nie Fangping could still hear it. I have waited for several days. When the news finally came, I was impatient and impatient. As soon as I ran in front of the young man, his hands suddenly grabbed the opponent's arm and he cracked his mouth. All kinds of problems are directly exposed.

　　 "Xiao Yang, what's the situation? How is the result? The 400 meters, the player I led, has he entered the final? Just call me and I will go directly to the Tianguan Center to find you."

　　 "Coach Nie, don't worry, let go!"

Yang Xiaohua was a little confused by Nie Fangping’s substandard Mandarin, so he could only calm down a few words again and again. This old coach had met several times in the past few days. Although he was anxious before, it would be so excited. It’s really true. It was beyond his expectation.

　　 "Sorry, sorry, Xiao Yang, I'm a little too impatient."

　　Nie Fangping also noticed that he was a little bit abrupt, he smirked, and slowly released the hands holding the opponent's arm, a little embarrassed.

　　 "It's okay." Yang Xiaohua shook his arm slightly, looked at Nie Fangping's expression, couldn't help but laughed and joked, "Coach Nie, you really teach track and field, this skill is swift."

　　 "I have old arms and legs, so don't talk nonsense, and tell me how you are doing."

　　 Nie Fangping took a small step back and looked at Yang Xiaohua, but the eagerness on his face could not be hidden.

　　 In the past few days since the World Junior Championships began, Nie Fangping has been waiting for the results of the World Junior Championships to come back. He went to the Tian Management Center for a stroll. A few days ago, he only knew about the men's shot putting gold medal, and he didn't know anything else.

　　 Nie Fangping met this young man named Xiao Yang in front of the Tian Guan Center a few times, and he had gotten to know him a little bit before leaving a phone call for the other party, saying that if there is any news from the World Youth Championship, he must be notified. In the end, I didn't expect the opponent to go directly to the track and field field of the training bureau to find him.

　　 "Good, good."

　　 Yang Xiaohua smiled. These days, the old coach was wandering around in a hurry. He saw it. It was also the good news this time. He stopped calling and ran directly.

　　 As he said, he took out a copy of his folded report card from his shirt pocket, and just about to hand it to Nie Fangping, he saw that Nie Fangping had stretched out his hand impatiently to **** it and opened it to himself.

　　 "This old man is really a quick temper." Yang Xiaohua smiled and shook his head, standing aside, watching Nie Fangping open the paper quietly, without disturbing him.

　　 At this moment, in the somewhat empty track and field stadium, footsteps and voices rang again.

　　 Qian Zengyi took a few players back to the track and field field of the training bureau. It seemed that he had eaten breakfast and had a rest.

　　 first saw Yang Xiaohua on the sidelines, he recognized the other side, and first asked: "Xiao Yang, why are you here today?"

　　 Then he glanced at Nie Fangping again. This old coach should have gone to dinner at this time, but he didn’t know why he was there today, so he asked casually, “Coach Nie is still there too, what are you looking at?”

　　 Nie Fangping did not answer. He tilted his head back slightly and moved the report card in his hand as far away as possible. He has some presbyopia. He didn't wear glasses when he went out today. It was a bit difficult to read the fine print on the paper.

　　 Instead, Yang Xiaohua on the side replied with a smile: "The results of the first two days of the World Junior Championships have been passed back. If I don't send it, I will send it over to Coach Nie."

　　 "Oh, it's fast enough, how is it, have you gained something?" Qian Zengyi was somewhat interested when he heard that it was the World Championship.

　　 Although the attention to the last World Junior Championships and the World Youth Championships is not a concept, it is also a world-class competition under the IAAF. Like the domestic indoor world championships, it belongs to the eighth level of the IAAF competition.

　　 "The current result is two golds and one bronze, and there is still one day to play." Yang Xiaohua said simply.

　　 "This result is not bad." Qian Zengyi nodded, knowing that this result is pretty good, after all, domestic track and field events have always been weak. Then he glanced at Nie Fangping, who was looking at the transcript next to him, smiled, and asked, "Coach Nie, how is the team member you led? I remember it was a sprint event. This is not easy. I can make it to the semi-finals. The finals are pretty good."

Nie Fangping put down his transcript with a serious face, and shook his head a little helplessly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This stinky boy participated in such a competition for the first time. It is estimated that he is not quite used to it. The men only ran the 400 meters. Third..."

　　 "Oh, third..." Qian Zengyi smiled and nodded, suddenly his expression changed, "Wait, third, is this a card?"

　　 "Ah, it should be." Nie Fangping nodded, and while speaking, he glanced at Yang Xiaohua next to him in surprise, as if asking him, "Xiao Yang, did you get the bronze medal?"

　　 "It's a bronze medal." Yang Xiaohua suppressed a smile and nodded, "The grade has also passed the master level. It is a very good grade by age."

　　 "Well, that's it. Then, coach Qian, we'll leave first." Nie Fangping looked lightly, nodded to Qian Zengyi, and stopped talking about this topic.

Instead, I started the family routine with Yang Xiaohua, "Xiao Yang, let me tell you, this man is old, he won’t be hungry. You don’t have breakfast, let’s go and go together. There is a breakfast shop outside the training bureau. I've seen it several times and there are quite a lot of people. Let me tell you, I have been famous for this old Yanjing's soy sauce fritters for a long time, try it. Oh, coach Qian, I'm leaving now, so I won't delay your training. "

"The coach Qian, I'm leaving too." Yang Xiaohua said the same thing with Qian Zengyi, followed in Nie Fangping's footsteps, and continued, "Coach Nie, you may not be used to eating this soybean juice, right? As far as the talents of our old Yanjing suit your taste, you can try it..."

　　 Only Qian Zengyi was left, looking at the back of the two leaving, and stood there blankly.

　　 It seemed that after a while, several female athletes under his hand ran over and shouted at him, "Coach, coach, what are we practicing today?"

　　 Qian Zengyi only remembered at this time, looking at Nie Fangping's leaving back, he couldn't help muttering, "Hey, this old man, can make him proud..."