stjorthotic Chapter 62 He Fei took the initiative to call and invite me to dinner.
Chapter 62 He Fei took the initiative to call and invite me to dinner.
Therefore, Chen Zhiyuan's excuse of "prioritizing his studies" became the most appropriate and easily accepted excuse.
With such a promising talent, Lin Jun could not possibly give up on him so easily.
He immediately adjusted his strategy and began a new round of persuasion, analyzing the benefits of joining the national team from various angles such as national honor, personal future, and professional development.
Su Bingying and several other hospital leaders chimed in, their words earnest and almost heartfelt.
However, Chen Zhiyuan's attitude was unusually firm.
He waited until everyone had finished speaking before speaking again, his tone gentle yet authoritative: "Teacher Lin, teachers, I really have no intention of joining the national track and field team, however..."
He then changed the subject and offered a compromise: "I am willing to undergo professional sprint training."
The training can be held at Jiangnan University, with guidance from Teacher Su or a coach you designate.
I am also very willing to represent my country in competitions and win glory for it when needed. I can guarantee that.
Hearing this, Lin Jun sighed inwardly.
He could tell that although the young man in front of him was not old, he was very opinionated and mature, and could not be persuaded by a few words.
He then thought: Oh well, there's plenty of time in the future.
As long as he agrees to receive professional training and is willing to represent the country in competitions, it's as if a connection has already been established.
First, we should include him in the training system, let his results and facts speak for themselves, and gradually influence him with the environment and atmosphere of the national team. In the future, we may be able to persuade him to officially join.
Thinking of this, Lin Jun's serious expression softened, and he nodded, accepting the temporary solution.
"Okay, Xiao Chen, I respect your choice. Let's start with basic training."
I will create a professional training plan tailored to your individual needs, and you just need to come to training on time every day. The door to the national team will always be open for you.
"Sure," Chen Zhiyuan readily agreed. "I can set aside a few hours for training every day."
He agreed to participate in the training and made it clear that he was happy to compete for the country, which put Lin Jun's mind at ease.
At least, talent was not buried or flowed elsewhere.
The matter was temporarily settled.
Both parties agreed that Chen Zhiyuan would come to the track and field stadium to train for one and a half to two hours every day at 7:00 am and 5:00 pm. Su Bingying would be mainly responsible for daily guidance, while Lin Jun would follow up remotely and adjust the training plan regularly.
It was nearly eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun was getting quite hot.
Chen Zhiyuan felt hungry, so he waved goodbye to Lin Jun, Su Bingying and several other leaders, and headed straight for the canteen to fill his stomach first.
After enjoying a hearty breakfast, Chen Zhiyuan did not immediately return to his dormitory.
In early autumn, the campus was still lush with trees. On a whim, he strolled slowly along the tree-lined path, getting familiar with the university where he would be living for the next four years.
It wasn't until nine or ten in the morning, when the sun became increasingly intense—late August is the time when the "autumn tiger" is at its fiercest, with cool mornings and evenings but midday temperatures easily climbing above thirty-five degrees—that he felt the heat became unbearable and turned back to his dormitory.
Back in room 217, after taking a refreshing cool shower, Chen Zhiyuan changed into dry pajamas, sat at his desk, opened his laptop, and prepared to continue writing the next chapter of "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty".
The dormitory was very quiet; none of my three roommates were there. I wondered where they had gone off to "explore new lands" again.
Chen Zhiyuan was happy to have some peace and quiet and soon immersed himself in the world of words.
At around 11:40, the landline on the dormitory wall suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the room.
Chen Zhiyuan walked over, picked up the receiver, and habitually said in a loud voice, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
To his surprise, the voice that came through the receiver was He Fei's, a voice that was both lighthearted and subtly nervous: "Chen Zhiyuan, are you... are you free at noon? Shall we... go to the cafeteria for lunch together?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan's lips unconsciously curled upwards, and a ripple of pleasure stirred within him.
Unexpectedly, it was He Fei who took the initiative to call and invite me to dinner.
"Sure!" he readily agreed. "How about we meet at the main entrance of the first cafeteria at noon?"
"Okay! Okay!" He Fei sounded very happy, responding twice. "Then... I'll wait for you at the cafeteria entrance!"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhiyuan's smile deepened.
He really didn't expect that his once introverted, quiet, and even somewhat timid deskmate would become so proactive.
This change filled him with a sense of novelty and a touch of delight.
After tidying up a bit and estimating that it was about time, Chen Zhiyuan went out.
When he arrived at the entrance of the first canteen, it was exactly noon.
At this time, the entrance to the cafeteria was crowded with people, and students were coming and going in an endless stream, making a lot of noise.
However, among all these figures, Chen Zhiyuan spotted He Fei standing by the door almost immediately.
Today's He Fei is noticeably different from the girl I used to remember.
She no longer lets her slightly yellowed hair half-cover her face, as she did in high school.
At this moment, she tied her long, smooth, black hair into a neat ponytail, fully revealing her smooth forehead and beautiful features.
He was no longer wearing faded clothes, but a brand new, well-fitting white short-sleeved T-shirt, paired with light blue slim-fit jeans and clean white canvas shoes.
This simple yet youthful outfit perfectly accentuated her slender figure, making her seem radiant with sunshine and overflowing with youthful vigor and vitality.
She stood there quietly, looking around slightly, yet she had already attracted the attention of many passersby.
Especially the boys, whose eyes would linger a few seconds longer when she glanced at him, secretly admiring: This girl is so beautiful! She has such a great presence too, she must be a freshman…
Chen Zhiyuan walked over and greeted her, "He Fei, have you been waiting long?"
"No, I just arrived too." When He Fei saw him, a bright smile immediately bloomed on her face, a smile that was clean and warm.
"Chen Zhiyuan, when is your first class meeting? How many people are in your Computer Science 991 class? Have you met the counselor yet...?"
The two walked side by side with the flow of people into the cafeteria. He Fei took the initiative to start a conversation, asking this and that. Her voice was light and her expression was natural. She was obviously much more cheerful and lively than the girl who always spoke softly and answered questions one by one before.
Looking at her current appearance, Chen Zhiyuan couldn't help but recall the scene from his 20th high school reunion in his previous life.