Chapter 97 Cuju Competition
Xiao Wen nodded and said, "You are right. Why don't we sign up for the women's 100-meter race together? Let us show the elegance of the girls from the Imperial College."
The two reached an agreement and went to the registration office to sign up. Meanwhile, the boys were busy preparing for the Cuju competition.
After the registration was over, everyone began to prepare intensively. In the morning light and the sound of birds, Liu Mengmeng came to the training ground in the morning glow. She rolled up her skirt, tied her belt tightly, and held the rope of the hundred-wire jump with both hands, and began her daily practice. Her eyes were determined, and she tried her best in every jump, as if she wanted to pour all her strength into the rope. Sweat dripped from her forehead, but she didn't care. She had only one thought in her mind: she vowed to surpass Xiang Tiange in the competition.
On the other side, the boys gathered in the playground and started Cuju training. They were dressed in light military uniforms and hard-soled boots, and they were full of energy and fighting spirit. Under the guidance of the coach, they either practiced shooting alone or in groups, striving for accuracy in every pass and power in every shot. Sweat soaked their backs, but they enjoyed it. For the BMW, the highest honor of the game, they were willing to make every effort.
Jiang Zhiyu and Xiao Wen, both of whom are the best among the women, sweated on the playground and worked hard for the competition. Jiang Zhiyu is good at equestrianism. She cooperates with the horse more and more tacitly. Every time she rides the horse, she is as light as the wind. Xiao Wen specializes in archery. Her eyes are focused, and the arrows in her hands seem to have life. Every time she shoots, she hits the bull's eye.
As the sun rose higher, the atmosphere on the training ground became more and more solemn. Everyone devoted themselves to their own training, as if the whole world was just them and their own goals.
Liu Mengmeng's sweat dripped along the rope. Every time she swung the rope, the air vibrated and the rope hit the ground. Her figure looked so tough and powerful in the morning light, like a flower blooming in the wind and rain, delicate but full of vitality. There were more and more spectators around, some pointing and some exclaiming, but Liu Mengmeng seemed to care nothing about these. She only had the rope in her eyes and the determination in her heart.
On the playground, the boys' training was in full swing. They rolled on the grass or punched the sandbags, and every move was full of power. Deng Ziqiu was the best among them. He had superb football skills and every shot was like a divine assist, which amazed the onlookers. His eyes were firm, and the sweat mixed with mud smeared on his face, making him look more resolute. He had only one goal in mind, which was to win the BMW and prove his strength.
Jiang Zhiyu and the horse's cooperation became more and more tacit. She gently waved the whip in her hand, and the horse knew her intention and galloped like the wind. Her posture was agile, and every turn and every jump was full of feminine beauty and strength. Her eyes were shining with the desire for victory. She knew that this competition was not only a challenge to herself, but also a display of female power.
At the same time, Xiao Wen's archery skills also improved day by day. She stood on the archery range, her eyes calm and focused, every time she pulled the bow and released the arrow, it was smooth and natural. The arrow in her hand seemed to obey her call, and every time she shot it, it hit the bull's eye. She was surrounded by envious eyes, but she was unmoved. She knew that only by continuous practice could she stand out in the competition.
In the training ground, not only these outstanding athletes, but also other contestants are working hard in their respective fields. Some are practicing tumbling on the sand, some are practicing balance on wooden stakes, and some are repeatedly practicing basic movements under the guidance of their coaches. Their sweat interweaves together to form a vivid picture.
The afternoon sun shines obliquely on the training ground, and the figures of boys and girls cast long shadows. Although they are tired, their eyes are full of determination and expectation. On this land, they write their youth with sweat and hard work.
As time went by, the day of the competition approached. Everyone's training became more and more diligent, knowing that this would be the moment for them to show their strength. Liu Mengmeng's rope jumping skills had reached perfection, and every jump was full of power and beauty. Deng Ziqiu's shooting skills became more and more accurate, and he could even accurately shoot the ball into the net while running at high speed.
The day of the sports meet is coming. The first to be held is the Cuju competition between Zhang Anjie, Zou Ting, Liao Zhen, Xu Guokun, Hu Jiahong, Kang Yining, Deng Ziqiu and other disciples of the Imperial College. With the referee's order, the exciting Cuju competition officially began. On the field, Zhang Anjie, Zou Ting, Liao Zhen, Xu Guokun, Hu Jiahong, Kang Yining and other disciples of the Imperial College, as well as the special guest Deng Ziqiu, all showed their superb skills and full of enthusiasm.
The players on the field were like dragons playing with pearls, chasing each other and trying to control the ball. As the captain, Zhang Anjie led by example, with a determined look in his eyes. Zou Ting, with his excellent speed and agility, was like a gust of wind on the field, which amazed the audience. Liao Zhen, with his superb ball control skills, played with the ball in his hands, which made people stunned.
At the same time, in the audience, four girls, Jiang Zhiyu, Liu Mengmeng, Xiao Wen and Qi Zimo, waved colorful flags and cheered loudly for the players on the field. Their enthusiasm seemed to ignite the passion of the entire stadium. Jiang Zhiyu excitedly waved his fist and shouted loudly: "Zhang Anjie, come on! You will definitely win!" Liu Mengmeng clenched her hands and prayed: "Zou Ting, you must protect yourself and kick the ball into the opponent's goal!"
The game was in full swing, with players from both sides trying their best to compete with each other. Everyone present felt the tension and excitement brought by the Cuju game. During a fight, Zhang Anjie cleverly passed the ball to Liao Zhen, who quickly adjusted the angle and shot the ball towards the opponent's goal. Unfortunately, the opponent's goalkeeper reacted quickly and saved the ball from going out of bounds.
The game was in a stalemate, and the audience's mood fluctuated. At this time, Deng Ziqiu stepped forward. He used his superb skills to successfully break through the opponent's defense in a counterattack and passed the ball to Kang Yining. Kang Yining didn't wait for the opponent to react and kicked the ball towards the goal. The ball streaked across the sky like a meteor and went into the net. The audience cheered and applauded the tacit cooperation between Deng Ziqiu and Kang Yining.
Then, the game entered a fierce stage. The opponent's players suddenly launched a fierce attack, and Zhang Anjie was accidentally injured in a defense and fell to the ground. The audience's hearts instantly rose to their throats. Liu Mengmeng shouted nervously: "Anjie, are you okay? Get up quickly!" Jiang Zhiyu also looked at Zhang Anjie anxiously, praying that he would be safe.