After "losing" contact with Jiang Wei again, Yi Ming focused all his attention on winning the competition, training intensely and attentively every day.
"Good, not bad."
Coach Wu narrowed his eyes, his calm gaze sweeping over his three team mbers.
Liu Xiaoyun was the most diligent one. His talent was sowhat inferior to Yi Ming and Chen Zeyi, so to keep up with his teammates, Liu Xiaoyun had put in a trendous amount of sweat for this competition.
Coach Wu often said that Liu Xiaoyun's most outstanding quality was his willingness to accept his shortcomings. He bravely acknowledged his deficiencies and never wallowed in self-pity or blad fate. His favorite saying was: "When the Creator made , He must have forgotten to add the talent potion. But it's alright, I'll just spend more ti practicing and learning from the masters. This gap can still be made up."
Coach Wu rarely saw Liu Xiaoyun complaining about being tired or overworked.
Previously, when he coached these few, Liu Xiaoyun always insisted on training until he was the last one. Sotis even Coach Wu felt exhausted, yet that boy would still be energetic on his racing bike, as if he had only used up half his strength.
The other team mber, Chen Zeyi, was a typical "excellent student."
He possessed sufficient talent and the requisite diligence. In the various cycling competitions he had participated in, his results were consistently outstanding. Although he didn't win many championships, the number of tis he placed lower than second was few and far between.
As long as Chen Zeyi perford steadily, his results never caused Coach Wu to worry.
Of the three dals up for grabs, Chen Zeyi was sure to take one. There was never any doubt about that.
Coach Wu's last team mber was Yi Ming.
Coach Wu had never found the right word to describe Yi Ming.
He was far too intelligent, shockingly gifted, his training ti the shortest among the three boys, yet he was the top perforr. Yi Ming exuded an absolute arrogance in cycling, that youthful exuberance that Coach Wu loved to see.
This Yi Ming resembled Coach Wu's younger self.
But from another perspective, Yi Ming was also the one Coach Wu was most concerned about.
He didn't worry about Yi Ming's skills and abilities. He worried whether Yi Ming's heart would always remain here.
Coach Wu rembered five years ago, the first ti he t Yi Ming was at a banquet where he got acquainted with Yi's Father. They happened to discuss cycling, and Yi's Father patted Yi Ming's shoulder, smiling as he said to Coach Wu: "My son also loves cycling, and he's quite talented. You can let him learn from you in the future, Uncle Wu, and one day he can participate in competitions to win championships for the country."
Back then, Yi Ming had short, ssy hair, with delicate features like a young lady, but his defiant and unruly eyes betrayed his youthful spirit.
At that tender age, even his smile was like the morning sun. Yi Ming stood up, grinning as he bowed to Coach Wu: "Uncle Wu, please take good care of in the future. I'll be relying on you when I compete for championships."
Coach Wu smiled with satisfaction, patting the young man's shoulder: "Good, with that diligent spirit, you'll definitely make your parents proud one day."
"My father doesn't need to make him proud," Yi Ming grinned, waving his little hand. "In my heart, my father is already the most successful dad. He himself is the pride. I don't want to win championships for my father."
"Then who is it for?" Coach Wu was taken aback.
"For my little Jiang Wei. I have to work hard to grow up, so I can protect her, take care of her..."
The young man's earnest expression was etched clearly in Coach Wu's mory even till now.
There was no childishness, he was firm and resolute, he was serious.
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