Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 398 - 240 Attention from All Parties

"Zhao Feng Uncle, tell honestly, is this really your student?"

Nie Yongjin’s gaze was fixed on Li Ang, who was being surrounded by a crowd not far away, when he unexpectedly asked.

Nie Zhaofeng replied irritably:

"Student or not, just say whether he’s brought us honor."

"Got it, no."

"You rascal, don’t crow about it."

Faced with queries from the younger generation, Nie Zhaofeng truly felt embarrassed to lie through his teeth.

Another reason was that Li Ang’s performance was so dazzling that even he, as a coach, felt awkward to claim him.

anwhile, the sports teacher from before was preparing to make a call to pull so strings.

Having the strength to break a national record, let alone Li Ang being around twenty, even if Li Ang were thirty, he would definitely qualify to join the national team.

Although this competition’s results might not be official due to various issues with the venue, referees, and equipnt, no matter what, Li Ang having beaten the national record by twenty seconds under such conditions ant he wouldn’t perform poorly in an official competition either.

If one could discover such a genius, it would certainly be a great rit.

However, before making the call, just to be safe, he had his son do a quick check on the na Li Ang to avoid the embarrassnt should Li Ang turn out to be a professional long-distance runner.

"I checked, Dad. There’s a professional cyclist with that na, and he even won this year’s Tour de France world championship. Then there’s a UFC mixed martial arts professional athlete, but no one related to running."

Hearing his son, he nodded, "Good, then it’s settled. It’s definitely a case of the sa na. Oddly, I didn’t expect there to be quite a few athletes with this na."

After saying this, he imdiately picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello, Coach Chen, it’s , Xiao Nie. Here’s the thing..."

But he had barely started talking when the person on the other end of the line interrupted him sowhat impatiently:

"Haven’t I already told you, your niece’s results definitely won’t make it into our team. I advise you to have the kid focus more on her studies. Continuing this way will just be a waste of ti."

"It’s not that, Coach Chen. I’m not talking about my niece today. I’ve found another promising talent."

"Another one of your relatives? Let say upfront, I can relax the criteria a bit because of our relationship, but you can’t be too far off, right?"

Hearing that it wasn’t that little devil this ti, the voice on the phone softened a bit, but it still had a businesslike tone.

The sports teacher quickly recounted the entire event surrounding Li Ang to Coach Chen.

A mont later, the response ca through the phone:

"Have you been drinking this morning? Do you understand what breaking a national record on a village road ans? You’re a sports teacher, for crying out loud. Can’t you be more rigorous? With your venue, your equipnt, your asurents, even a broken stopwatch would be probable. That’s it for now, I have other things to do, goodbye."

After a mont of silence, the sports teacher, having not expected this outco, could still understand it. After all, if he hadn’t been on the scene himself today, he would have found it difficult to believe as well. Furthermore, probably due to trying to pull strings for his niece, he had spun too many tall tales, so it was normal to have lost trust.

"Forget it, I’ll just call your Na Na Aunt. Right, don’t ntion this to your mom when you get ho."

Once he confird his son’s OK sign, he picked up his phone again and slowly dialed a number not saved in his contacts.

The person on the other end was clearly surprised to receive his call, but after listening to him, the female voice did not raise any objections and simply responded:

"Okay, I’ll co by car right away."

Once the call ended, a maturely dressed beautiful woman stepped briskly towards the mirror, touched up her lipstick, and a smile played on her lips as she muttered to herself:

"Wanting to see is reason enough; no need for such excuses."

...

Among the several thousand attendees, he was not the only one with a keen eye; many people either uploaded short videos to the internet or made calls to their friends involved in sports.

Li Ang, after a short rest and watching a dance performance, proceeded to the next event of the competition, the high jump.

Ling Zhenyu conceded that Li Ang’s running ability indeed far exceeded his expectations, but after training together for two days, he was sowhat ntally prepared.

The next event, however, was unquestionably his stronghold. If he still lost to Li Ang in the high jump, he might as well dash his head against tofu.

The competitors arrived at the high jump venue, which also served as a basketball court.

In contrast to the first running event where everyone could only watch from afar, this ti, the high jump attracted a crowd that cramd around the field, and it promised to be more competitive and thrilling than the running.

The rules were simple; a pole stood in the middle of the field, with a bell hung on it that could be adjusted for height.

Every round, the bell’s height would be raised, and participants needed rely to jump as high as possible to ring the bell.

The height for the first round was set at 250 centiters.