Early summer, it's past nine o'clock in the evening...

In the Olympic Stadium in the Youcheng City, Yang Xiaozhuang was lying on the lawn, his chest was undulating rapidly. The ten 100-meter sprints in the past ten minutes really drained the last bit of strength from his body.

tired!

I don't even want to move my fingers!

hot!

It seemed like there was a fire in my chest!

However, the negative physical impact did not make Yang Xiaozhuang feel hard. He was about to take the high school entrance examination. His grades, which were even worse than those of a poor student, even if he didn't sleep for a month from now on, his grades... Not to mention taking the key high school, it is difficult to even cross the threshold of an ordinary high school!

Therefore, if this road is not clear, then... the sword will take a different approach!

Yang Xiaozhuang's parents are just oil field workers. With their own son's grades, they are reluctant to spend a lot of money to send their son to key middle schools to attend. After all, even if this money is thrown out, it will be wasted.

But the old couple thought it was a good path to sports special recruitment, so they sent their son to the sports school’s special training class to practice sprinting. According to their idea, even if they don’t get the grades in the end, they will directly focus on the key points. If they don’t help, wouldn’t the child also have a good body?

The result...is not bad!

Yang Xiaozhuang, who is 176 in height, has no talent in football, but in terms of sprinting, his height and super low fat really have a natural advantage. After practicing for a month, he actually participated in the provincial sports meeting of junior high school students. He even got the third place in 100 meters and was directly recruited by a key middle school.

Even the sports school is now giving Yang Xiaozhuang a green light, so that although he is not a student in the sports school, he can enjoy the same treatment as others. He can use whatever training facilities he wants, and train with the track and field team, and have professional teachers to provide tutoring. After all, he is the fastest among junior high school students in Youcheng City, and you can still get a little special treatment.

Yang Xiaozhuang didn't think about making achievements in sprinting, but now he found that this thing... is simply a key to a high-level institution!

In the middle school entrance examination, you can go to a key high school if you run fast!

If you run fast in the college entrance examination, you can go to prestigious universities across the country!

Since that's the case, then run away!

Just practice!

Yang Xiaozhuang, whose breathing rhythm was flattened, was just thinking about replenishing some water, but he saw a highlight suddenly appear in the night sky, and... getting bigger and bigger... getting bigger!

What the hell!?

Damn it!

Seeing that the highlight seemed to fly straight towards the stadium, Yang Xiaozhuang suddenly had an idea in his mind... Missile?

Could it be that peace was broken, and that country has bombed the gas city!?

"Damn it! Run!"

Seeing that the highlights were a little dazzling, Yang Xiaozhuang screamed and rushed towards the exit of the stadium. He felt that... he had never run so fast before!

Five seconds?

Or just...three seconds!?

Anyway, Yang Xiaozhuang rushed to the entrance of the stadium in a blink of an eye, and then he looked back...

boom!

A light ball that looked small but was extremely dazzling hit the lawn in the center of the stadium!

A circle of shock waves visible to the naked eye forced the invisible air out of ripples and spread towards the four outer rings...

"I'll lose it!"

Yang Xiaozhuang had only had time to exclaim, and a golden light flashed in front of him, and he was swept out of the stadium like a shock wave sweeping away garbage...

The Olympic Stadium was hit by a meteorite, which became the news for the next half month. More than a dozen people were exercising around the stadium, and they were affected to varying degrees. Fortunately, no one died, and Yang Xiaozhuang... was just one of them.

When Yang Xiaozhuang regained consciousness, he was already lying in a white ward. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his anxious parents...

"Old Yang...Old Zhang..."

Yang Dezhen, who had two wrinkles on his face, wiped his eyes and cursed with a smile: "Little bastard, I finally woke up, finally woke up!"

Zhang Xiujuan, who was full of worry, smiled with tears on her face: "Son...my good son...you're so awake...you're so lucky!"

Yang Dezhen shouted in a low voice: "Okay, okay, my son has woken up, don't cry... I will survive the disaster, and I will have good fortune!"

"What a disaster, you're so bad, you're even typing with me? My son is awake... Lao Yang, hurry up and find a doctor! Let the doctor show him!"

"Hey? Yes, yes, yes... Doctor! Doctor! Wake up! My son wakes up!"

Yang Dezhen turned around and rushed out of the ward. Before the person could leave the room, he was already shouting into the corridor...

Soon, all the medical staff gathered over and after some examination, they confirmed... it was fine, and they would be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of rest!

Yang Xiaozhuang asked his mother to shake the hospital bed a little, leaned against it and smiled, "Lao Zhang, am I awake now? Why are you crying? What a big deal!?"

"What a big deal? You guys, you scared me and your dad to death. Do you know that you have been in a coma for two weeks!"

"ah!?"

Two weeks!?

Yang Xiaozhuang was stunned and suddenly found a strand of hair hanging down on his forehead, as if... it was indeed a lot longer!

"Old Zhang, my phone..."

Yang Dezhen sent the medical staff away and just came back. When he heard this, he started to curse: "I just woke up and wanted a cell phone. Is the cell phone your father? Or your mother?"

"Yang Dezhen, can you speak? If you can't speak, just shut up your stuff that sprays feces everywhere! I wonder if my son just woke up? If you talk, get out of here! Your son doesn't need you to take care of him!"

"Zhang Xiujuan, you...you...humph! I don't have the same knowledge as you, an old lady!"

Well!

Seeing the familiar scene in front of him, Yang Xiaozhuang just wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt a stinging pain in his head. Then he felt that he suddenly returned to the Olympic Stadium in the Oil City. Then he saw a familiar figure standing on the lawn. He looked at the figure carefully and almost scared himself to death... Me!?

Damn it!

This...isn't this me myself!?

Yang Xiaozhuang looked at himself in front of him blankly, and he was completely silly...

Is this...Is it me?

Then...Who am I?

While thinking about it, Yang Xiaozhuang discovered a problem, that is, the person in front of him seemed to have no consciousness at all and did not move at all!

Even the eyes... are not blinking!

Um!?

Could it be...a dream?

Or what subconscious is the scientists talking about?

Yang Xiaozhuang was no longer afraid and laughed: "Hey, buddy...I! Move! Wave your hand..."

Oh my god!

Yang Xiaozhuang was scared again. The self who could not move originally actually waved to him...

My goddamn it!

What's going on?

Yang Xiaozhuang, who was still in shock, found that the other himself just waved his hand and then no other moves. Yang Xiaozhuang then boldly issued some instructions, and the other himself really started to move... Wave, wave, wave, wave!

Finally, Yang Xiaozhuang found that he didn't need to issue instructions at all, he just needed to think about it in his mind, and then the other one would do the movements according to his own requirements.

interesting!

This is interesting!

This is simply...it's even more fun than playing with a drone!

This time I felt like I had been playing for an hour. Yang Xiaozhuang directed another person to do many many moves, even if it was a continuous flip of high difficulty, and finally had a 360° flip, and after landing, he directly made a flip... and it was done... it was done!

Damn it!

Lay a trough!

Invincible!

After playing for a while, Yang Xiaozhuang said, "You play by yourself. I have to go back, otherwise my parents will be anxious, bye!"

Yang Xiaozhuang subconsciously turned around and walked towards the exit of the stadium, but found that it was pitch black outside. He only took two steps, and then... he opened his eyes!

Um!?

It turns out that I am still lying on the hospital bed!?

It was indeed a dream, or... it was a subconscious mind!

On the side, Zhang Xiujuan saw her son awake and asked with concern: "Son, you have been sleeping for more than three hours. Are you feeling better? I have scolded your father, but he has a loud voice, which scared my son."

Yang Xiaozhuang had fallen into a coma before, which really scared Yang Dezhen. Zhang Xiujuan and his wife called the doctor to check again, and confirmed that Yang Xiaozhuang was only relieved when she fell asleep.

"Mom, it's okay...I'm fine, don't worry...it's, Mom, I'm hungry."

"Oh, my son knows he's hungry? OK! OK! Let's drink some porridge first. The doctor said that you will wake up and eat liquid food... In the future, when the digestive function slowly recovers, you can eat other things."

Yang Xiaozhuang wanted to eat it by himself, but Zhang Xiujuan refused to let him go. She drank a lot of porridge and ate some pickles. After replenishing energy and salt, she felt that her body had more strength and she became more energetic.
To be continued...