"You mean, you ran under 9.5 seconds four or five times in Shenyang? How many times did you count in total?" Xu Qinglian sat upright at the table with paper and pen.
"About twenty times a day..." Wang Ai held the tea cup: "More than 1,000 times in total?"
"That's less than 1%, so it's really worth summarizing." The little beauty leaned on the sofa with one leg crossed: "But in the end is it the closed training that works, the shielding of information that works, the once-a-week cycle, or the youth
Did Lian’s last on-the-spot motivation work?”
Leonie on the opposite side shook the wine glass in her hand: "What do you think?"
The little beauty shook her head: "I don't have the same academic background as you two. I went to work before I graduated from college. If I hadn't heard you talk so much, I wouldn't have been able to remember these four items, let alone analyze their weight.
Already."
Xu Qinglian tapped the penholder thoughtfully: "My on-the-spot stimulation has little effect. It is equivalent to wiping the lion's butt. The key lies in the front."
Wang Ai, who was leaning against the window to drink water, turned her eyes to the lion. The lion's face turned red. She didn't tell Wang Ai that she was so nervous that she cried. This was inconsistent with her personality. Maybe Qinglian did cleverly manage the trouble she caused.
It was settled, so now she could only pretend not to listen, and did not dare to argue with Xu Qinglian about the term "wiping butt".
"Blocking information is equivalent to the evolved version of personal training. Without personal training, it is impossible to block information, so these two items are essentially one." Xu Qinglian did not pay attention to the subtle emotions of the lion and continued to analyze on her own: "Then that's it.
High-intensity self-blockade forcibly guides physical strength and energy in one direction, and then strengthens the physiological cycle derived from the football shape, which is equivalent to operating the long and short lines together, harmonizing to a unified breaking point."
"When it comes to the long-term, his training is usually the long-term, right?" The lion found an opportunity to interrupt. He wanted to quickly make the damn man forget about "wiping his butt", but he didn't dare to say more.
"Well, it must be the basics in normal times. He trained more than ten hours a day with high intensity. I think not only sprinting, but also long-distance running can be fun." Xu Qinglian said and lowered her head and started writing.
The little beauty turned around and took off the gold medal from the back of the sofa and played with it: "If it wasn't for lack of time, why is it only 100 meters? Can't 200 meters? Can't 400 meters? What's aerobic and anaerobic, in the final analysis, it's not enough
Is it just running? A marathon a day is not a marathon running method, I think it should be possible to train it."
Leonie's eyes flashed: "You actually admire him."
"You don't admire me?" the little beauty retorted: "You don't admire me, you're scared to cry."
After hearing this, Leonie thought: It's over, there is no way to escape now!
However, underneath the lion's white skin is not only the soul of a Chinese, but also the temperament of a northeastern girl. Seeing that he couldn't hide, he simply admitted it. Not only did he admit it, but at this moment he also thought of how to prevent everyone from taking this matter up in the future.
She was joking.
Under the gaze of the little beauty, the lion put down his wine glass, stood up and walked to the smiling Wang Ai, suddenly squatted down quickly, stretched out his hand, lowered his head, and leaned his face on Wang Ai's thigh.
: "You frightened me when you failed to perform as expected in the long jump. I knew I had made a mistake. I shouldn't have mentioned Lao Ding and the others to you before the competition. Their emotions were too heavy, and they were only suitable for low-level emotions, not suitable for turning up at any time.
"
Leonie, who was lying on Wang Ai's lap, murmured to herself, her voice echoing in the room. As she spoke, she remembered the despair she felt at that time.
Wang Ai looked down at Leonie, who was kneeling on the carpet because she was uncomfortable squatting, and said helplessly: "Let me tell you, after all, can you stop getting my pants wet?"
Leonie burst into laughter, raised her head and bit her lip: "Then make it more wet."
"Don't." Wang Ai pressed Leonie's hand that was touching the belt and lifted up her messy hair: "My training method is new, and there is always a process of trial and error. Even if you are good today, you will not be able to do it in the future.
It's my fault. Ultimately, it's because I participated in too few track and field competitions and I wanted to get results, so I pushed all aspects so hard. Don't blame yourself."
"I won't blame myself anymore!" Leonie wanted to take action.
This time Wang Ai took her hand, bent down and held her face: "Lion, if I usually like to play with you like this. But not now, now you take it seriously."
The lion grinded his teeth, shook off Wang Ai's hand and stood up: "Don't pull him down! It won't be such a good thing next time."
Wang Ai's eyes looked left and right, and he said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, they have been idle for a long time."
Leonie stared at Wang Ai angrily for a while, then suddenly pounced on him, and the two of them bit him for a long time.
The little beauty couldn't sit still. She had been on a vegetarian diet for two months, but Xu Qinglian just glanced back without any expression and continued to think about the paper. She didn't know where she got the energy.
The battle over there is getting better. Although Leonie can improve her life once a week, but because of the rules and today is the right day, she is three points hungrier than the little beauty. Just when she was about to get to the point, Xu Qinglian interrupted
Said: "Don't worry, let's improve the paper together while the feeling is still fresh, and focus on recording the changes in each stage of psychology, so as not to use it in the future."
The little beauty walked over: "I thought you wanted to publish it?"
"What are you publishing? I'm not a sports major. No matter how many papers I write, it can't be compared to the beautiful scenery now."
"Ah? Economists are just different. They even look down on papers." The little beauty walked to the big beauty teasingly. After a while, she raised her head: "Why don't you write it? Is it an outline?"
"The outline is enough." The big beauty stood up and touched the little beauty's face. Ignoring the white eyes of the little beauty, she stretched her waist forcefully: "Let the man fill in the specific words. The skeleton
And the heart is there.”
Speaking of this, the beauty looked at Wang Ai: "Tell me, how do you want me to die tonight?"
Wang Ai's smiling face suddenly became serious: "You are not allowed to play psychology with me. Do you think that retreating in order to advance and lying flat and being laughed at will make me feel pity or lose interest? Let me tell you, I have seen through your intentions.
These tricks reveal your true nature!"
"Yes." Xu Qinglian lifted up the hem of her clothes and cast a white light: "Have you been playing for almost ten years and it's no longer interesting?"
Wang Ai squinted his eyes and thought for a while before nodding: "Yes, according to the frequency of use and degree of wear and tear..."
Wang Ai put down Leonie, who was watching the excitement in his arms, and stepped over... passing by the big beauty and picking up the little beauty: "Let's use the 80% new one!"
The little beauty who was suddenly attacked knew that she had lost control of her body, but she still subconsciously said sarcastically: "Let me go, you useless thing!"
