There was a person following behind him. Fang Zhao paid attention to him for a bit before putting him aside. He didn't sense any threat from the other party, so he let him run.
Late at night, the surrounding towering hotels were still brightly lit, but the number of people in this small park was dwindling. Only two figures were left running.
Fang Zhao ran laps in the park. This sort of quiet environment made it easier for him to think.
During his time in Ma'ersizhou, he had gained a lot. Not only had he gained a better understanding of teamwork and gained a lot of experience, but he had also learned a lot of composing techniques from others.
The sports arenas of Ma'ersizhou were more intense than those of other continents, especially the kind of atmosphere that couldn't be experienced in other continents. For his team members, it was a precious source of inspiration. It was an experience that video recorders couldn't give them.
Fang Zhao didn't know how the others were progressing, but he already had a rough idea.
He recalled the scenes from the arenas he had seen. Even though he was just sitting in the stands, he could feel the throbbing of his heart and sweat, and the joy of advancing. His stamina and fighting spirit burned wantonly, emitting a dazzling radiance. Countless sounds erupted from the arena, brushing past each other.
Intense, soothing, high-pitched, low-pitched — a series of tunes appeared in his mind. The tempo of the tunes varied between fast and slow. His feet also followed the tune floating in his mind, running to the beat.
Fang Zhao didn't have a specific training goal when he came here to run. He was more casual. When inspiration was active, his body followed it.
However, Fang Zhao was at his wits' end, but the person following behind him was at a loss.
At the start, that fellow was humming a tune and studying Fang Zhao's running techniques. Although he wasn't considered a true professional athlete and didn't know or care about the long-distance running techniques in professional competitions, after signing with the club, he had received a short period of professional guidance.
After observing Fang Zhao's running style, that person came to this conclusion. "Tsk, one look and I can tell he's an amateur."
After three laps, he saw Fang Zhao in front of him start to pick up speed. His somewhat sluggish state of mind perked up, and he felt a little excited.
Speeding up! Simulating a sprint?
With this thought, he also picked up speed. The experience of accompanying a passerby while running wasn't bad.
After a while, he felt something was amiss.
Wasn't this sprint simulation a little too long?
After another few laps, Fang Zhao slowed down.
That person secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He's finally done. Is he taking a break before leaving?
However …
Fang Zhao slowed down for a few laps before picking up speed again.
The man: "???"
Again?
He watched as Fang Zhao ran lap after lap, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes he sped up for a long time, and sometimes it was just a short half a lap.
Are you kidding me?!
He really wanted to stop the person in front of him and tell him, "Brother, this is not how you run!" You won't be able to run for long like this!
However, one hour passed, two hours passed, and Fang Zhao continued.
For Fang Zhao, who had a symphony orchestra living in his brain, this was how his brain worked.
A piece of music passed. This paragraph is not bad … but there are still some places that need to be changed.
After a while, he went through the revised version in his mind again and again and again … and there were a few minor changes.
He went through the second revision twice in his mind … Alright, the latter part … Ah, something's wrong here …
Modify … N times … Fix again … N times …
As a result, his pace was sometimes fast and sometimes slow down. Sometimes, he sped up for a long time, and sometimes he slowed down right after.
At the same time, the mood of the person running behind him went like this:
Feeling pleased … Curious … Speechless … Bad premonition … Feeling very pressured … Body starting to feel tired … Final stubbornness … Mania …
The person in front was still running!
Freaking speeding up again … and slowing down again …
Ah ah ah ah —
There was no logic to this running at all!
What was he trying to do? Was he trying to run away?
Later on, the energy to be mad was gone.
It felt like his heart and lungs were about to go on strike.
His heart rate was rising, and he was exhausted. Every muscle in his body was protesting.
I can't run anymore. I can't move anymore. My legs are not listening to me!
Seeing that he was being left further and further behind, the person behind finally gave up. He moved to a bench at the side and sat down with heavy steps. His eyes were filled with endless confusion, and he was in a trance.
He thought that he was blessed by the heavens and that he had a strong reserve of stamina from running all year round, but at this moment, he was reduced to dregs.
He was like a stone statue, his dull gaze following Fang Zhao's figure. He watched as Fang Zhao continued to run. One lap, another lap, and another lap …
At this moment, he suddenly understood what the manager who had signed him had said: "Heavy responsibilities and a long way to go." Sure enough, it was as everyone had said. It wasn't that easy to squeeze into Maersizhou's top athletic circles. There were so many talented athletes, but how many of them could actually squeeze into the top ranks? No matter how strong you are, there will always be someone stronger. There will always be someone stronger, and there will always be someone higher!
Just a night run and the passerby he had met already possessed monstrous stamina! And this was someone who wasn't even in the top ranks! Then in Maersizhou's top athletic circles, weren't those god-like professional athletes geniuses among geniuses, monsters among monsters?
Sitting on the bench in the small park, Fang Zhao adopted a serious attitude for the first time, as if he were on a pilgrimage, as he examined this path of a professional athlete.
Time passed slowly, and Fang Zhao's pace finally slowed down until he came to a stop.
Watching the hazy horizon, Fang Zhao took a deep breath. Listening to the sound of seeds bursting out of the soil and the rustling of tree branches in the wind, the world was so beautiful that it was mesmerizing.
At this time, there were only two people in the small park. Besides Fang Zhao, there was also that passerby sitting on the bench by the grass.
Fang Zhao knew this passerby. Previously, he had been jogging for a while, but then he stopped and sat on the bench to rest. He didn't leave and just sat there like that, like a lost little cub.
Kids these days.
Fang Zhao thought to himself and smiled at the passerby.
The "lost little cub" sitting on the bench came back to his senses. His expression changed, and he looked at Fang Zhao as if he was looking at some frightening creature.
After hesitating for a bit, he still said, "You … how do you feel now?"
"Not bad," Fang Zhao replied.
The "lost little cub" felt like his chest had been stabbed once again, and his vision slowly collapsed.
How was this "not bad"? Fang Zhao looked like he was in high spirits!
"You …" Fang Zhao still wanted to show some concern for this little friend.
"No, I don't want to talk to you now!" The other party got up and ran off.
At a certain club, the manager stood at the entrance with an ashen face. The newly signed seedling was a thorn in the side.
This kind of extremely talented seedling had a stronger foundation than many people. After training for two years … no, next year, he might be able to let him participate in the competition. Such a good seedling, he planned to train him as a secret weapon.
He already knew that this newcomer had beaten everyone else in the club's small competition yesterday. Geniuses had their own pride. The more this was so, the more they needed to be polished. Before that, this seedling with potential couldn't be cocky.
Still saying that he could go out for a night run and run the whole night? Bullshit!
The manager was pondering how he was going to reprimand him later when that person wearing a retro punk-style hoodie appeared in his line of sight. However, before he could say anything, the other party seemed to use all his strength to sigh and say, "The Continent of Competition indeed lives up to its reputation! Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! "
The manager, who had wanted to severely reprimand him today: "…"
In one night, how did this new seedling who looked down on others have such a deep understanding?
"I feel that my spirit has suffered an indelible blow! I finally understand what you said, manager! You are right! "the newcomer said excitedly.
Manager: "…" What did I say?
Although he couldn't remember what he had said, the manager looked at the newly signed young talent who had suffered a heavy blow. He gave his affirmation. "You really are a very strong and talented athlete!"
The newcomer was already on the verge of tears. "No! Manager, you don't have to console me. I know I am actually very weak! Very weak! "
Manager: "…" Have you ever thought about the feelings of those people you beat on the first day?!
At this time, the agitated newcomer greeted the manager and called his family.
"Mazhou is too scary! It really deserves to be called the Continent of Competition … Yes, I used to think that Mazhou people were bragging, but after experiencing it for myself, I realized that I was still too young! I just couldn't sleep and went out for a night run. Guess what I met? That's simply not human, that's a monster! Do you know what a monster is?! It's the kind that you don't want to meet a second time … Monster! I can't even muster up the mood to challenge him! "
The club manager beside him: "…" Nonsense! How can our Mazhou be so scary! Don't demonize us Mazhou people! However, which world champion did this kid meet last night? There was really nothing to say about his luck.
However, the "little beast cub" simply didn't notice the manager's expression. He still had a lot of thoughts he wanted to share with his family.
He had originally thought that he was already outstanding enough. No matter what kind of formidable person he faced, even if he lost, he wouldn't lose too badly. However, the reality was too horrible to look at!
Now that he closed his eyes, all that appeared in his mind was that back view. No, that was no longer a back view. That was a psychological shadow! A psychological shadow imprinted at the starting line before his professional career had even officially begun!
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