Sheng Yang, still expressionless, said to the physical education teacher, "No, I don't want to do track and field."
"I'm talking about the national team. Why don't you go home and discuss it with your parents?" The physical education teacher gulped. He had finally discovered a good seedling. If she refused this opportunity, it would be a waste of her talents.
Countless people racked their brains trying to join the national team but couldn't make it, such as Zhao Biao and his like.
Watching her turn down the opportunity he had dreamed about, Zhao Biao turned green with envy.
However, Sheng Yang refused flatly. "No, I can decide for myself."
"OK." The physical education teacher couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes and said grumpily, "Let's call it for today. Class dismissed."
The students from Class 1 and Class 7 immediately dispersed without looking at each other.
