Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 342 - 240: All Morals Thrown Aside for a Bite to Eat

Jiang University, outdoor athletics training field.

Liu Xiaohu’s specialty is the men’s high jump, but this morning he only attempted three jumps.

Whether it was because his idol was here, or because excellent training meant he could eat the nutritious meal made by Jiang Yu, Liu Xiaohu’s results from these three jumps turned out quite well.

On his first try, he cleared 2.06 meters. On his second, he tied his personal best of 2.08 meters!

By the third attempt, Liu Xiaohu sprinted up to the bar, and with a powerful leap, his body arced over the bar like a dolphin leaping out of water, crashing heavily into the foam mat.

The high bar trembled slightly but ultimately did not fall, which meant Liu Xiaohu’s third jump was also successful, breaking his personal best for the past half-year, reaching 2.1 meters!

Having completed this jump, Liu Xiaohu was flushed with excitement, clenching his fists and yelling up at the sky.

This was a height he had never cleared before; how could he not be thrilled?

However, before he could revel in his success for long, a single sentence from Lin Yahu, who had been observing coolly from the side, poured cold water all over him, as if someone had suddenly doused him with a bucket of ice water:

"You seem quite happy? Hmm?

Your jumping ability is quite impressive, probably related to your tendons. But this only means you have talent, not that you’ve worked hard to achieve this.

Honestly, if I had your jumping ability, I’d not only challenge the Asian Games champion, I’d go for the world champion too!

While your jumping is good, your run-up is simply awful, it’s quite embarrassing!

I watched you jump three times from here!

And every single time, even before your take-off, I could clearly feel your speed starting to drop!

Why is this happening?

Obviously, it’s due to poor explosiveness and lack of stamina, which leaves you out of breath even after such a short run-up. This shows that your training intensity is far from sufficient!

For the upcoming period, don’t do anything else but practice your run-up!

Train your explosiveness and stamina to exhaustion!

Rest assured, tonight I will create a personalized training plan for you. If you can stick to it and train strictly according to my plan, what’s 2.1 meters? You’ll clear 2.2 meters easily!"

Liu Xiaohu: "..."

I just wanted to taste what kind of a meal Senior Brother Jiang would make, do you have to be so serious?

The hellish training with Master Yan has already nearly worn me out, and now you’re telling me my training intensity is far from enough, demanding I train to death?

Are you serious... Is there any hope for athletes in this world?

Is being relentlessly pushed to the brink something all athletes are born to endure?!

Liu Xiaohu: (┳Д┳)

However, although Liu Xiaohu was mentally resistant, his body was still quite honest.

Under the arrangements and guidance of Lin Yahu, throughout the majority of the morning, he either did weight training or various jumping exercises. After each set of exercises, he would also do some core exercises to strengthen his waist and abdominal muscles.

All in all, after a morning of training, Liu Xiaohu was drenched in sweat, as if he’d been fished out of water, even his underwear soaked multiple times.

At this moment, having just finished a set of weighted jumps in place, Liu Xiaohu couldn’t even bother to take off the weighted vest, and directly plopped down on the ground, lying down and panting heavily:

"If I keep training like this, I’ll actually die of exhaustion!"

"You’ve only trained a few sets and you’re already like this? From this, it’s clear how poor your physical fitness is!"

Lin Yahu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a raised hand, glancing at him with disdain and curling his lips as he spoke,

"Alright, that’s enough for this morning, after lunch and a short nap, we’ll continue in the afternoon.

Get up now, take off your vest, pat your waist and legs, relax your muscles, and then we’ll go have lunch together."

Although Lin Yahu was on vacation during this period, he hadn’t slacked off from training. After arranging Liu Xiaohu’s training program, he went off to train himself.

Of course, his training intensity was much greater than Liu Xiaohu’s, after all, they weren’t even on the same level. He was already an international master athlete, while Liu Xiaohu was just at the national level, still far apart.

Just for weighted squat jumps, the amount Lin Yahu did in one set, Liu Xiaohu would have to split into three sets to complete.

After hearing Lin Yahu’s words, Liu Xiaohu closed his eyes and took a few more deep breaths before laboriously climbing up from the ground, bending over to remove the heavy weighted vest and tossing it aside.

At that moment, he felt like he’d shed dozens of pounds of fat from his body, feeling much lighter all of a sudden. If he weren’t completely drained of energy, he might even have felt like he could fly.

Of course, Liu Xiaohu knew this was just an illusion. After a bit more adaptation, he was still the rookie who might not even clear 2.1 meters.

As he walked slowly along the track, lifting his sore legs and shaking them gently, he tried to relax his tired muscles.

Before long, Lin Yahu came over, with a playful smile on his face, beckoning to Liu Xiaohu as he said: