Sweat slid down his forehead, dripped on the old plastic track, and was instantly evaporated.
At the training ground at 5:30 in the morning, the air was filled with the smell of green grass, wet soil and a faint hint of disinfectant.
Shen Xinghui hung the stopwatch around her neck, and the cold metal touch calmed her chaotic thoughts.
Her current name is Shen Qing, an inconspicuous assistant coach of the city's archery team, with a resume as clean as a blank piece of paper.
"Coach Shen, look at my movements, are they much more stable than yesterday?"
Not far away, a girl with a high ponytail was waving to her excitedly, her voice was clear, breaking the tranquility of the morning.
Lin Xiao.
The most talented youngster in the team is also the one who makes people least worried.
Cheerful and reckless, like a sunflower growing wantonly against the sun, not knowing where the shadows lurk.
Shen Xing walked back, his eyes not falling on Lin Xiao's bright smile, but on her left arm holding the bow.
The lines of that arm were beautiful and the muscles were tight, but at the moment it was shaking slightly from excessive exertion.
