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Chapter 6 - Get set

So this was what Lin Ran meant by she would know.

There was truly no need for her to ask Lin Ran!

Every one recognized, every one had helped her recognize this person.

Was this a student!, or what, what was this.

Amidst the loud eruption, sitting in the front seat, and shaken abruptly by the eruption, without even first looking at the " Dong " fellow, the first thing Rhoda did subconsciously was looking behind.

Truly, not every one was standing, screaming, like fans of a celebrity or something, some still sat with all kind of different expressions, but Rhoda could swear...

That she could see a hint of familiarity on everyone one's face.

Maybe not everyone, as she didn't, but most, most!, knew this Dong fella.

Was this a student, or what, what was this!.

At this point what ever other emotion or idea Rhoda had fermented in her mind for Dong Ming had rescinded, only curiosity was peak.

She finally turned forward to see this Dong of a man.

.....

Dong Ming entered the colosseum, his eyes catching the crowd, the crowd, the fans, a large sum.

But he didn't spend a lot of time looking that direction.

Smiling politely he turned aside and walked towards the track.

The first exam of the day,

100 meter track race.

Dong Ming was already late for the match, if he had come any later, he would have failed his exam.

And Dong Ming was half a bit tired from cycling from the far school of law already for this exam of physicality.

 Running his hands through his hair, Dong Ming raised his head, facing the eastern sky.

The bright golden sun sending cascadings of energy on him and he felt it's emanations instill life force through him, his blood flowing more vigorous.

And with lofty proud ambitions, beyond his present tired state, how he didn't even know he was going to surpass the very talented Yan Ping and the ever hard working Parker.

His closest companions, always training and conditioning, whilst he, he juggled between 2 schools with more extracurricular activities in various others.

Dong Ming chuckled within, they wouldn't surely see it that way, seeing him as a competitor and foe to surpass.

But Dong Ming did see them as companions!

They stirred his blood, always getting better, pushing Dong Ming more and more.

And when he could, having the time, they trained together.

Wasn't that companionship!

But Yan Ping and Parker certainly didn't see his companionship, rigid in the foe thought, truly a pity.

Full of strong competitive spirit and sore muscles, Dong Ming prostrated as the umpire readied them.

" On your mark!... ,

" Get set ! ", the racers including Dong Ming, their fingers still affixed to the ground and their behind stretched upwards.

But in that moment he stretched his hamstrings, Dong Ming felt it...

A strong pain groaning muscle pull!

.....

What are the things that effect the result of any outcome?....

Complex, a wide varying factors, that could certainly extend to infinity, but for simplicity, with simplicity, in simplicity, we say certainly simply two.

Internal and external factors, simple!

Influences outside the system, influences within the system, simple!

Then what are the factors that affect the outcome of a Physicality.

Let us not say infinity, and it is, to infuse aches for the head, but in simplicity let us simplify.

And of course let us also expand beyond the two of internal and external to state some influences.

Physical strength, mental strength, health, faith and spirit, willpower, endurance, tolerance and so on...the big ones.

Did a competitor eat well, sleep well, drink enough water, eat to much or little and various feeding scenarios, warm up, and so on... the small mundane ones.

Truly, a cocktail of ingredients... Influences mixing together to create a Victor.

And one vital, elusive, far reaching, wide seed spreading factor, influence, is luck.

Lady luck.

And as with all ladies she smiles at none always.

.....

Dong Ming smiled wrly, who could he tell that he had a muscle pull at this point of the race.

Truthfully who cared!

As a competitor, his job was to perform, as for any other thing, truly no one cared.

A little bit of pity here and there, but that was all.

And the race start was already at " Get set "

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