pertwk Chapter 159
Chapter 159
He paused for a moment when he reached Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng".
"arrive."
"New here. From Beichuan." Coach Li didn't raise his voice intentionally, but everyone heard him. "First time training with the team today, please take care of me."
No one spoke.
Coach Li walked back to the front of the team and opened the notebook in his hand.
Today's training schedule: physical fitness test in the morning, basic skills training in the afternoon, and tactics class in the evening.
He closed the notebook and looked at everyone.
"The physical fitness test consists of four parts: 100-meter sprint, shuttle run, standing long jump, and 12-minute run. Those who fail will have extra training in the afternoon, according to the provincial youth team standards."
Someone in the team sighed softly. The sound was faint, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet training hall.
The physical fitness test was conducted on the track and field outside the venue.
The sun had already risen; in the provincial capital in July, the sun was already scorching at eight o'clock. The rubber track had softened under the sun, and stepping on it had a slight elasticity, like stepping on a giant sponge.
A 100-meter sprint.
They ran in five groups of five or six people each. Lin Feng was in the third group.
During the first two groups, he stood behind the starting line, watching the runners sprint ahead. The provincial youth team members were indeed fast, with long strides, high stride frequency, and explosive power. The fastest runner clocked 11.8 seconds. I overheard someone nearby saying that he was Zhang Lei, the provincial youth team's 100-meter record holder, who played point guard.
It's Lin Feng's group's turn.
He walked to the starting line and squatted down. He placed his hands on the track; the rubber granules prickled his palms, causing a slight pain. He stepped onto the starting block with his left foot, then his right foot, shifting his weight forward.
The starting gun fired—not a real gun, but a starting pistol held by a referee, its sound sharp and piercing.
He rushed out.
He kept up for the first twenty meters. In the middle forty meters, he started to fall behind. In the last forty meters, the gap widened.
As he crossed the finish line, he heard the referee announce the time: "13.2 seconds."
The fastest time in the group next to him was Zhang Lei's 11.8 seconds. The difference was obvious. He was a full 1.4 seconds slower. In high-level competition, this gap is practically a leap in class.
He leaned on his knees, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the rubber track, leaving dark spots.
Gaoyuan ran over, carrying a water bottle.
How far did you run?
"Thirteen and a half seconds."
Gao Yuan handed him the water bottle. "I did 12.9 seconds. Chen Hao did 13 seconds flat. For your first time here, this isn't a bad result. But it's still a little short of the provincial team standard."
Lin Feng took a sip of water; it was lukewarm, not cold. "What's the provincial team standard?"
"12.8 seconds".
It was a difference of 0.4 seconds. Not much, but in a 100-meter race, 0.4 seconds is a difference that is visible to the naked eye.
The shuttle run is the second item in the physical fitness test.
Seventeen meters by three, five round trips. Lin Feng was no stranger to this event—Coach Zhang Weiguo had him practice it many times when he was at the sports school. The shuttle run doesn't test absolute speed, but rather explosive power, coordination, and agility when turning.
Lin Feng's group ran 19.7 seconds. Not good, but not bad either. They're in the middle, neither good nor bad. Several of the runners who finished under 19 seconds were guards; they're small, agile, and quick to turn.
The standing long jump was Lin Feng's forte. The original owner of this body had won third place in the long jump and triple jump at the district and city sports meets, so he had a solid foundation. He stood in front of the take-off line, took a deep breath, swung his arms, bent his knees, pushed off the ground, and his body soared into the air, drawing an arc in the air before landing.
2.68 meters tall.