It was obvious that this girl was indeed hiding something. Semyonov had no interest in gossip, so he did not ask further questions.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl's surprise.
Semyonov explained his thoughts straightforwardly: "Your physical fitness is far above that of all girls. I am afraid that compared with boys, you are also the best. How about it? Do you have confidence in the challenge of 5,000 meters?"
"Five...five thousand meters."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you are exhausted and forced to walk in the end, if you can complete the five thousand meters, you are basically qualified. I won't force you to do anything. You tell me whether you can do it or not!"
"I……"
Does Natasha have the right to refuse? Thinking about it confidently, Natasha thought that this teacher standing here was like an officer, and she instinctively turned into a soldier. He definitely discovered this.
Warrior? It is not difficult for a warrior to run five kilometers at a time.
"Okay!" Natasha gritted her teeth, "I'll run! I will definitely complete the task."
Task? She actually said this word?! Semyonov couldn't help but be happy, "Very good, you complete five kilometers as fast as you can. Remember, it is twelve and a half laps. If you can run faster than all the boys
, I will give you a reward. I don’t have a special reward, just five hundred grams of rusk, it is better than eating potatoes."
"Okay! I agree!"
At least there is a good reward, even if it's for rusks, it's okay to fight for it today.
After all, Natasha is still a simple girl, she is a piece of gold, and she will shine brightly today.
No matter how much the physical education teacher feels about his identity, the "five-kilometer run" is his mission this afternoon, and it has nothing to do with anything else. It must be completed successfully.
Semyonov has always been strict in educating his students. This is true in peacetime and even more so in wartime.
He didn't care how much the students ate at noon today. All boys had to complete the five thousand meters this afternoon, even if they walked.
Today, the only care he gave to the students was to provide a large bucket of drinking water, that's all.
Natasha, her thin figure now appeared in front of all the boys in her class, the scene was really outstanding.
Everyone was talking about the teacher's decision but no one questioned it. The girls were worried about the new girl. In addition to the novelty, the boys also complained about the teacher's lack of sympathy.
But a beautiful girl appeared in the team for the first time, and the boys' desire for expression was deeply stimulated.
Especially the monitor, Jill, who prides himself on being more outstanding than others in order to consolidate his position as monitor in front of girls.
On the dark cinder track, a group of students gathered together. Most of them had blond hair, but many of them had brown hair, and there were even people with black hair. The Soviet Union was a melting pot of nations, and within it there were
There are hundreds of ethnic groups. Perm was once the territory of the Kazan Khanate, and many residents are of Mongolian or Turkic descent.
Today, the children wore the same sportswear and, whether they wanted to or not, they had to run twelve and a half laps around the track and field.
The boys continued to stretch their arms and legs, and so did Natasha.
She was the only girl in the team, so she naturally became the object of attention from other boys.
The uniform white sports socks wrapped around her calves, which was really strange. Unlike other female classmates, her calves were quite slender. This slenderness was by no means weak, it definitely had strength.
After all, Gil, the monitor, is a normal young man, and his eyes instinctively glance sideways at pretty girls. He looked at her carefully, suppressing his inner excitement and boldly approached her.
"Khalkova, are you okay? If not, no one will say anything if you quit now."
"Yes. I can." Natasha's heart did not waver, then she bent down and placed her hands directly on the ground in front of her feet.
She responded pragmatically to the monitor's questions with the flexibility of a gymnast.
"Okay." Jill said cautiously, "Whether you can persist or not, drink more water after you finish."
"Okay, thank you for your advice."
Now, Jill didn't want to say anything more.
In this time and space, the size of sports shorts in various countries is generally about ten centimeters above the athletes' knees. The sportswear of Soviet middle school students is also the same standard.
Just now Natasha bent deeply to stretch her leg muscles, and Jill saw the tight muscles under the skin of her knees.
She! Not weak at all.
The teacher Semyonov deliberately asked the children to prepare for a while, and it was not until nearly ten minutes later that he ordered everyone to take their seats.
There was no starting movement, and there was no starting gun. Semyonov just shouted "Run", and the students were like wild horses galloping on the cinder road.
"Idiots. Are you crazy when a girl is here? You can't even run a lap and you have to fall down from exhaustion."
Semyonov lowered his head and criticized the boys' recklessness again in his mind.
When he raised his head again, he saw the figure at the end of the team, none other than the only girl Kharkova.
She has not been mixed in the boys' team at all. Her current speed cannot be said to be slow, but it is also quite slow.
Not only did the boys who noticed the abnormality notice this move, the girls who were watching also started talking about it.
"What is she doing? Not catching up with those people." Lyudmila, the dormitory director of dormitory 203, looked puzzled.
"You can't hang out with those guys." The lively Anna grew her hair and waved her hands and said disdainfully: "If it were me, I wouldn't want to hang out with those stupid boys."
"Forget it. What qualifications do you have to say this? Are your academic performance very good?"
"At least it's not bad. Anyway, I can't run 5,000 meters. If it falls on me, I will give up on my own initiative."
Listening, Lyudmila shook her head deeply, "Hey, if everyone thinks this way, we won't even think about winning the war."
"Hey, don't go online, it's just a jog."
"Running? You call this running? Anna, you are so superficial. What is a five-kilometer run called? This is to train those boys in advance and reduce the training time in the boot camp. Be happy, you are a timid girl?
Chance to go to the battlefield."
"You..." Anna stopped quibbling and concentrated on watching how the only girl competed with all the boys in the class.
At first, the girls were worried about Natasha, but gradually, the situation changed.
On the first lap, a group of howling "wild horses" slowed down, and many people moved like weak cattle on the cinder road. There were still many people who persisted, and their speed also dropped sharply.
Here, Natasha is the only one still running at a constant speed.
In the 400 meters of the first lap, she had already passed many boys, and by the end of the second lap, she had caught up with the monitor, Jill.
Is Natasha excited? No! Not at all.
She inevitably got closer and closer to Gil, until she was on par with him.
"Kharkova, you... you... why are you so fast?"
"Ah! You are also very fast." Natasha said calmly.
"What?!"
Here's the problem. Gil's eyes widened. He never imagined that after running eight hundred meters and already out of breath, this girl could still talk to him calmly.
"Nothing? Comrade monitor, can you still speed up?"
"I...I think I can."
"Then let's run together. I'm very happy. I haven't run so freely in a long time."
Natasha did what she said, and she sped up.
Yes! She sped up!
Semyonov, the teacher on the side of the field, noticed that the girl was different, and he held his pocket watch and concentrated on calculating her speed.
The data is astonishing! It took her 190 seconds to complete two laps. After beating many boys, she basically became the leader.
After she passed the squad leader, her speed increased rapidly.
The three laps were over, and her time was astonishing, only 270 seconds. In other words, she only took 80 seconds to run the third 400 meters.
Semyonov couldn't help but be vigilant. He never expected that this girl actually had the qualities of a professional long-distance runner?!
She did have it, but as to why she had it, Semyonov couldn't figure it out at all.
After Natasha dumped the monitor, monitor Jill tried to catch up, but quickly ended in failure.
Starting from the fourth lap, Natasha became the well-deserved leader.
There was really no shortage of spectators at her astonishing move. Even students from other classes who were doing strength training paused their training to watch the beautiful running posture of a lithe girl from Class 6, Grade 10.
For this reason, the girls in Class 6 have gone crazy.
As for Semyonov, he clearly counted that the girl had already run half the distance, and the drop in speed was not obvious. This is the quality that an athlete should have. Of course, by the standards of a soldier, it is also very good.
This made him conclude that if Kharkova, who transferred here in September, had not been rigorously trained, what happened today would not be justified at all!
In fact, for Natasha, what does a five-kilometer run mean?
The Battle of Gomel ended in mid-August, but her rest time was only one week.
She was forced to adapt to Berekov's light infantry training method. A pair of "iron feet" is a must-have for every soldier. It is completely different from the fat calves of many girls of the same age. The long-term combat career forced her body fat rate to drop.
It is very low, and even if she "eats and drinks a lot", the recovery is quite limited. And because of the battle, she must wear leggings for training, so it is not surprising that she has a pair of muscular bird legs.
What exactly is a five-kilometer run?
It is just a compulsory course every morning in the Guerrilla Republic. Even the children in the youth camp have to cross the country for five kilometers with guns and ammunition.
Which veteran who has gone through this training for a long time does not have the strength to participate in a half marathon? Even if it is really difficult to run ten kilometers with full gear, five kilometers is still difficult?
Natasha was now carrying no weight and was in excellent physical condition. The more she ran, the more excited she became. She didn't even realize how much she was outstanding and the mental stimulation she gave to others.
Just sixteen minutes! This is the statistics made by Semyonov!
When Natasha broke through the final finish line, Semyonov could no longer remain indifferent. He rushed forward with a strong stride, just to confront the girl who had finished her run.
Natasha stopped, her face full of excitement and joy. Surprisingly, she didn't pant violently at all, and she even pinched her waist slightly, looking like she wasn't tired.
"Kharkova! You...you know your time?"
"Huh?" The girl raised her head and looked at the teacher happily: "Time? It should be very soon."
"Yes! Only sixteen minutes! My dear, did you transfer to Perm No. 1 Middle School as a track and field athlete?"
"What?" Natasha couldn't understand at all for a moment.
"You are the future of track and field! Honey, do you understand? It's amazing! If you work harder, you can challenge the world record!"
"Ah?! World record?!" Only then did Natasha understand what the teacher meant and hurriedly retorted: "A world record for long-distance running? How can I do that?"
"My pocket watch is fine. You did run into the sixteenth minute. My dear, did you really transfer to this school as a track and field athlete?"
"I...I'm not."
"Really not? What a pity. It seems that I need to recommend you to the school's track and field club."
"Ah?! Let's forget it!"
"No! How can we forget it? My dear, don't you want to serve our great Soviet motherland in the international arena? Don't you just want to be an ordinary girl? Don't you want to be received by Comrade Stalin?
?”
"I……"
Until now, Natasha was still not interested in what the teacher said.
"You'd better think about this matter carefully. I will report it to the school soon. My dear, whether you are happy or not, you must make it clear that you are different."
Different? Yes, I should be different now.
Track and field? I'm not talented, my legs were completely trained by that person. Running for five kilometers is really nothing, but marching urgently with a weight of 20 kilograms, isn't this kind of thing more difficult? That one
None of it is difficult.
Oops, I’m so hungry after running five kilometers.
Thinking of this, Natasha suddenly raised her head: "Teacher, will you abide by the agreement?"
"Um?"
"Give me bread, I want bread."
"Ah! Yes, I will get it for you later."
In the current Soviet society, the majority of people live a very simple life. Semyonov really has no prizes to win, and rusk is obviously simple and pragmatic.
The so-called rusks are actually slices of rusks, because special spices such as oak wood chips are traditionally added to make the completely dried rusks quite hard.
True to his word, Semyonov handed five hundred pieces of bread into Natasha's hands.
As soon as it changed hands, Natasha generously shared it with all the girls in her class. Then everyone laughed and watched the middle-aged Semyonov criticizing the physical fitness of the boys in the class with a bunch of vulgar words.
Not as good as a girl.
But everyone knows that that girl has the ability to participate in the All-Soviet Sports Conference. As long as she has the guidance of a professional coach, it is not impossible for her to win a medal.
Therefore, monitor Jill couldn't stand the physical education teacher's harsh criticism, because it was meaningless.
But the squad leader is not thick-skinned. Even if Khalkova, who was transferred just this month, showed amazing talents in long-distance running events, he should not fall behind this "sister" who is more than one year younger than him.
His self-esteem was not hurt at all, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.
It seems that we should take the initiative to learn from this female classmate and implement Lenin's proposition of "study, study, and study again."
One afternoon's physical education class was over, and for the first time, Gil had the desire to improve his physical fitness. Many boys were stimulated by this, and they obviously worked harder in physical training.
The teacher Semyonov was very happy to see such a change. He knew that this was not at all a sign of a boy trying to show off to a girl, but purely a sense of crisis.
But Jill is still confident in many aspects. For example, her academic performance is definitely better than that of the transfer student Kharkova. To put it bluntly, maybe that girl spends a lot of time in physical training and has sufficient physical fitness.
However, her academic performance was not satisfactory. She actually asked her class teacher to tutor her in person. Now that she thinks about it, the school may have known that she was a sports talent, and there was no need for the teacher Semyonov to go to the principal in person.
Because the information obtained was very limited, monitor Jill could only think so, and felt that the speculation was correct.
He finally found Natasha. In addition to praising her excellent performance, he also specifically mentioned: "You are definitely an excellent athlete, but this weekend it is our class's turn to participate in target practice. You should be mentally prepared first.
I'm afraid your shoulder will be very painful after the incident, I hope you can bear this."
Target training? Of course Natasha knows this, would she be worried? That is impossible! That is her own way of survival!
Now, let's try to follow Uncle Belekov's warning and be more modest: "Okay, I will try to be careful. Thank you for the reminder, comrade squad leader."
Natasha responded to the 18-year-old squad leader Gil with a sweet and slightly green response. The sweet feeling went straight to his heart, making him, who intended to join the army after graduation to serve the Soviet motherland, couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Go. Run away amidst the laughter and boos of the boys who were watching the excitement.