"Devil Training" before the Games

In a few days, our school will open a sports meeting. In order to get the first grade in the whole year, our class started the "devil training" before the sports meeting:

First, the rain practice.

When I was in physical education last Wednesday, the physical education teacher told us that we would have a sports meeting in November. So, after we selected the people, we will practice the relay race in the rain before the class on Thursday afternoon. After less than ten minutes of practice, each of our clothes and hair was "washed" by the "good heart" of rain. The big drops of water from our hair flowed down from our hair. I don’t know if it was rain or sweat. The clothes are wet and there is nothing. The key point is that the cinders on the playground are wet by the rain because of the rain. Some places still There are many puddles. When we are running, our feet will step into the puddle, cinders and water will splash on our clothes, and we will "paint" a black dot on our clothes. The clothes of the two girls who are running slow are still good, but my denim clothes are almost black!

Second, the time is long.

To say that the training time is the longest, there is no other class besides our class. We can say that we are "early and late" at 7:40 in the morning, go home at 12 noon, go to school at 1:30 in the afternoon, and go home in the dark at night. I remember once, when we went home, the curved moon had risen to the middle of the mountain.

Third, pay a "great" price.

Once, when we were practicing the 10-player 50-meter relay race, the two girls who ran fast in our class were willing to not run the first. I didn’t want to run the first stick, but in order to show me the "great" Style, I had to run the first great. When the cheerleaders in my class said "beginning," I rushed out like an arrow from the string. When I rushed to the boys, I somehow fell into a "dog mud" with a great stick. As soon as I saw it, only the shaft joint of the left arm was rubbed off the skin, the knees of the right leg were a little red, and the hands and sportswear were "covered" by the soil, because I often wrestle when I was a child, my mother is a nurse, so this There is nothing wrong with the injury. Although it doesn't hurt much, I always have to ask for justice. When I was preparing to ask each boy one by one, my friend Ma Jingying suddenly ran down and said that it was Wang Zhifan’s, but Wang Zhifan said that it was Xiong Wenjian’s... I was more confused at the time. Now, I had to wash my wounds with tap water and continue practicing. I hold a glimmer of hope, I hope that the teacher can praise me in the classroom, but after a day of class, the teacher did not mention a word. Hey, teacher, people have paid such a "great" price for class honors, can't they be praised? Oh, teacher, it’s not fair...