" You can see Dong Ming thinking, trying to come up with a solution before the race begins, but alas the time is not on his side "
Truly at this time on the track the race was beginning,
" On your mark! "
Passionately Feng Lin continued,
" No matter what happens Dong Ming is still going to be impressive, but with a muscle pull, not in prime condition and fatigued, Dong Ming is going to lose this race "
" Get set! "
Dong Ming knew things were not look good for this race for him, he couldn't have also imagined that someone in the arena had also realized that he had muscle pulls.
Pulls, as it gripped almost his entire right leg.
That this someone had shared with others, making it someones.
His hamstrings, his thigh, his lower legs, calf, shin, there were hardly only few areas of his right legged that wasn't strained in pain.
Muscle pull from maybe stress or fatigue, or something.
This situation, it made Dong Ming recall a certain term in legality.
" Act of Providence ", or " Act of God ".
It referred to the unforeseeable, unpreventable, influenced by natural forces, beyond control.
This situation, was it really uncontrollable, as in he losing the race, not winning.
Just a muscle pull ?!
Dong Ming smirked, his body, his mind, entering hyper focus, preparing himself.
" It's not a lack of skill or capability, it's just a matter of external factors beyond his power, luck is not on Dong Huang high's King's side.
That was what Feng Lin said, in the arena.
But on the track Dong Ming thought different.
luck, lady luck, as with any lover,
Could she be completely angry with her beloved.
" Go ! "
.....
Those in the arena, those around the track, the logistics personnel, teachers/ coaches.
Feng Lin and his spectators included, which included Li Zimei, Rhoda, Lin Ran, Fang Ling.
Focused,
Watching this moment.
Coach Ping stood very close by the race track.
He was coach and teacher, of Dong Ming, Parker, Yan Ding and any other persons in the A class of year 2.
School of Physicality and performances, for physicality courses which involved physicality, their teachers were also coaches.
Which made a lot of sense, it wasn't that there wasn't the theoretical aspect of Physicality, but true Physicality was physical.
It was similar for performances too.
What teaching of performances was the there without performing?
Close enough he had seen Dong Ming's entrance, and paid attention to him.
As practically the top student and star of his class, not to talk of the entire school, it was normal he was paid attention.
He had seen him sweaty, drinking water, and pouring atop his body.
To be honest the schedule really didn't favor Dong Ming.
But it wasn't unfair.
The arrangements had been made with general planning in mind, it couldn't be adjusted to favor Dong Ming either.
It was fair.
Dong Ming choosing two schools of study in Donghuang high should have known that for a prestigious school, it wasn't just intelligence, talent, or brilliance, there were other factors that affected things and went in hand with things.
Reality, in this case the reality of being a student of two schools.
Coach Ping also admired the fact that Dong Ming as brilliant bright as he was, wasn't naive and stupid, thinking the world "revolved around him" in that sense,
Grounded in reality and common sense, taking things with wisdom and maturity.
Not thinking himself disadvantaged with the race schedule, or anything else that just naturally didn't favor him.
Typical of those who saw themselves very "talented" or "special".
Of his numerous gifts, it was this maturity that Coach Ping admired the most.
But now, for today, Coach Ping doubted if Dong Ming could win the race.
It wasn't anything.
He doubted,
But he couldn't underestimate Dong Ming either too much, the kid was just a monster.
But at the same time, truly speaking for past few weeks, the kid had been swamped with matters of his two schools, and many other extra curriculum activities of others schools.
Coming for practices only a few times.
At this time, nearing the end of the semester, it was that time when students were occupied , and the kid was occupied far far more so.
Coming for practices only a few times, just stretching, jogging, doing alternate fast sprints and jogging.
It was all good, but that couldn't equate serious training.
He hadn't even had a proper race, with his classmates, and competitors.
Training alone was okay, but training, racing, with others, was what equated true practice for the final race day.
Coach Ping felt Dong Ming, whilst he didn't doubt his brilliance might have dulled a bit,
After all even brilliance needed to be sharpened, kept burning, to keep bright.
And also,
Whereas his classmates, competitors, especially Parker and Yan Ding, especially Yan Ding and Parker, his sworn close competitors, these two had been training furiously,
Practically living off the track!
Coach Ping shook his head.
Sport was conditioning, whilst Dong Ming was occupied, his closest competitors had been preparing.
And there was something else.
If Feng Lin from afar, although he used his " Feng long eye glasses X1000 ", and coupled with his knowledge of science could infer that Dong Ming had a muscle pull,
How could Coach Ping a proper teacher and coach, close by, paying some attention to the other party not have noticed it.
But that was it.
As Dong Ming had already inferred in his mind, nothing could be done to that, for him.
It wasn't unfair, but fair.
At the starting line, Yan Ding frowned briefly before regaining a normal face.
Parker smiled, chuckling within
As fellow competitors, of course they paid attention to each other.
They were a total 15 taking this race, the colosseum was wide, few had already noticed Dong Ming and his predicament.
But a competition was a competition, a fight was a fight, a race was a race.
Who cared what you were going through before the race, race.
" Go ! "
The umpire shouted.
And as he did, Dong Ming was the first to react.
And raising his right leg he stomped the ground.