The life of the provincial team is much more boring than Jin Qing imagined.
You have to participate in various basic training every day. You can take two days off every month and stay with the team the rest of the time.
Fortunately, the various living facilities in the dormitory area are convenient, and there is Internet in the dormitory, so people will not feel bored.
In order to let Jin Qing integrate into the environment as soon as possible, Zhang He has not let Jin Qing participate in training these days. Instead, he personally takes this little genius he is optimistic about to various places.
Zhang He has already planned in his mind that if Jin Qing can win the gold medal at this year's National Youth Games.
Then he will apply to accompany Jin Qing to join the national team as Jin Qing's coach.
Zhang He's heart couldn't stop beating wildly when he thought of the bright future.
But now, his bright future may have encountered some resistance, so he grabbed the record book in his hand and looked at Jin Qing seriously: "You have to gain weight." With such a light weight, he will really suffer in the future.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at Zhang He sideways: "How heavy do you want me to be!"
Zhang He struggled for a while, thinking of his future shortcomings in weightlifting, and subconsciously said: "Let's go to 62KG!" This weight is just enough to participate in competitions above 63KG.
However, looking at Jin Qing's thin and frail body, Zhang He was a little hesitant. He would not turn into an egg.
Jin Qing didn't know that Zhang He was already heartbroken about her weight. Her attention was focused on the weight gain that Zhang He just mentioned.
Jin Qing took a deep breath, forced the spiritual energy in his body to his feet, and watched the number on the scale at Jin Qing's feet keep rising.
Zhang He's eyes widened in shock: What's going on!
Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at Zhang He sideways: "Is it heavy enough?" If it's not enough, you can add more.
Hearing a snap, Zhang He smashed the display screen of the scale with the iron clip in his hand.
Afterwards, Zhang He looked at the people around him with an expressionless expression: "My hand slipped!" It probably didn't attract anyone else's attention.
Looking at Jin Qing's satisfied look on his face, Zhang He felt his heart was blocked. There was definitely a secret in this naughty kid.
But for the sake of his own bright future, Zhang He felt that he could endure anything.
While Zhang He was struggling with Jin Qing, Zhao Xin was playing mahjong with several people waiting on him.
Zhao Xin's hand was injured, and Huang Mao was drawing cards for her. She could play the cards just by talking.
A tall dancer was carefully beating Zhao Xin's back, while another petite one was feeding Zhao Xin fruit.
The two men kept moving their hands and complimenting Zhao Xin, which made Zhao Xin smile.
The three people playing cards with Zhao Xin are all leaders in other realms. They came here today just to have a good relationship with the suddenly rising Zhao Xin.
Although Zhao Xin's realm is not large, it is sandwiched between several realms and is considered a very important hub.
Seeing Zhao Xin's comfortable look, the three of them exchanged glances with each other: They are really the same people but different fates, and their boundaries are all made with practical fists.
But who would have thought that Zhao Xin, who had been sitting on the bench for many years in the dance hall, would one day make a comeback.
Could it be said that this seventh uncle is okay again...
Or maybe Uncle Qi suddenly discovered that Zhao Xin’s daughter was his long-lost daughter...
Otherwise, why would he stuff such a big piece of fat into Zhao Xin's mouth, and even send people to protect him overtly or covertly, so that they wouldn't even dare to do anything?
Zhao Xin was eating while instructing Huang Mao to play cards, and from time to time he would give her hatred: "My daughter, I heard that I will participate in some competition this year, maybe I accidentally become a champion, my mother Maybe you have to retire early." Zhao Xin said it easily, but the words were full of hints.
She has made it very clear that her son will take the right path no matter what in the future.
It used to be that there was no other way, but now she has made a lot of money, which is enough to at least go ashore and open a store.
It's best to clear your name as soon as possible, at least it won't affect Zai Zi's reputation in the future.
What if, what if the bastard really becomes some kind of champion!
But now, even if she wanted to withdraw, she had to get a good price for herself first.
The few people present here are all smart people, and they understood Zhao Xin’s hint. A bald and tattooed elder brother sitting opposite Zhao Xin first smiled and said: “I heard that Sister Xin’s daughter is very promising, and she went to participate in the competition some time ago. What kind of piano competition is this? Sister Xin wants to cultivate an artist!"
After saying that, the man opened the pairs of ninety thousand in his hand and threw them out.
Huang Mao shouted happily: "touch!" and touched the 90,000 yuan in his hand.
The card was transferred to the hand of the man with the scar on his face to Huang Mao's left. The man was unambiguous and directly opened his three cards: "Seventy thousand, Sister Xin's daughter is so promising, and she will be brought out to fight with us another day. We all know each other, uncle. If anything happens in the future, just report our names!" Anyway, it's just talk. If something really happens, he will see how much money this person can offer.
Huang Mao shouted happily again. This was the first time that he had been bullied so obviously.
Seeing Scar and Bald Head feeding each other, all the cards in Huang Mao's hand were knocked out, leaving only one card in his hand.
The man sitting on the right side of Huang Mao had a bad look on his face. Taking advantage of the opportunity to draw the cards, he used the 20,000 in his hand to replace the cards that Huang Mao should draw: "Sister Xin's daughter is smart and blessed, how can she ask for anything?" For those of us, please change the situation. I will send a few strong ones to help keep an eye on them, so that they don’t get bumped into by any short-sighted person."
At this time, Huang Mao had already touched Erwan and shouted in surprise: "It's confused."
Scar and Baldhead gave the man a vague look: a flatterer.
Then he flattered Zhao Xin and said, "Sister Xin is really lucky. No wonder she manages so many things!" There is no charge for good words, so you can say whatever you want.
The key is to bring the topic to when Zhao Xin will retire.
Zhao Xin waved her hands and smiled wildly: "It's all trivial!" Her luck has really improved a lot since her son came back.
The few people said a few more words, and Dao Scar suddenly said: "I've always heard people talk about some kind of concert. Sister Xin will hold one for her niece at some time. Then we will all go to support it and cultivate the sentiments of our brothers." .”
Zhao Xin is a very smart woman. She doesn't talk about anything serious, so he can only think of solutions from the child.
After hearing Scar's words, Zhao Xin's wanton smile immediately got stuck in her throat, and the scene of the car accident on the day of the cultural festival appeared in front of her again.
Zhao Xin hiccupped unconsciously: What kind of performance is it? Using a piano to cultivate sentiments. How dare my little brat perform it? Do you bastards dare to watch it?
In the hospital, Mrs. Dongfang was standing by the bed wiping tears. After receiving the news that her son was injured for the second time, she immediately rushed back from abroad.
Who would have thought that the doctor would tell him that Dongfang Yao's body joints were twisted twice and his periosteum was severely damaged, requiring closure and total joint replacement.
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