Jinghu Changfeng

Even if there is a strong wind, never give up in life. On the Jinghu Greenway, a Yi Chuan League belonging to Chinese college students is quietly growing in the face of the long wind. Lin Ye is the most ordinary freshman at Jiangcheng University. He has no sports expertise or amazing talent. He has been immersed in books for three years in high school. It is extremely difficult to even run a complete five kilometers. He is introverted and quiet, accustomed to standing behind the crowd, and never thought that he would have any interaction with the track, running, or the team. Until the first day of school, he was dragged into the selection site of Jinghu Yichuan by his roommate Zhou Xiaoye. There is no chain of contempt, no opposition between the strong and the weak, no aloof genius and the despised weak. There are only a group of teenagers running for love here: the talented Jiang Chen, the ordinary students who persist silently, the seniors who are about to graduate, and the passionate freshmen. On the field, we are opponents fighting for the school, and off the field, we are friends who respect each other. Some are leading, some are chasing, some are persevering, and some are passing on. From being a rookie with zero foundation, to keeping up with the team; from being unable to keep up with the rhythm, to gritting one's teeth and not giving up; from being a bystander, to becoming a member of the track. Lin Ye and Zhou Xiaoye accompanied and encouraged each other, and between sweat and breathing, they shed light that belongs to ordinary people little by little. This is not a solo show of genius, this is an epic of ordinary people. Regardless of speed or origin, as long as you run forward, you will always have your own place. The wind blows in Jinghu Lake, and the young man is running. This is our youth, our evangelion.