At the Ironman Training Center, Jones sat in front of the phone, holding a list in his hand and looking forward to it.
The 24-hour Frogman Challenge has ended, but Jones' work is not over yet. Next comes the stage of phone calls. He wants to ask the students whether they have passed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge. This is also the stage to test the results of Jones' work.
At this time, Jones was full of expectations. He felt as if he had bought a lot of scratch tickets and was about to draw the lottery. He was looking forward to the results of the call back.
"I don't know how many people will pass the 24-hour Frogman Challenge. This challenge is very difficult. If 40% of the students pass, I can gain a foothold here; if 50% of the students pass, then absolutely It’s an excellent result, and my boss might give me an extra bonus; if 60% of the students pass it... Haha, it doesn’t seem very likely, and it’s estimated that there won’t be any training center in Los Angeles that can achieve that kind of result.”
Jones thought as he dialed the first number on the list.
"Mr. James? Hello, I am Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center. I am calling to ask if you have passed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge?"
"I didn't pass! I lost strength during the eight-kilometer swim and quit the competition. It's really a pity..."
Jones hung up the phone and felt a little bad. The good start he expected did not come. The first student who called back did not pass the competition. However, he quickly adjusted his mood and dialed the second number:
"Mr. Garcia, I'm Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center. I'm calling to ask if you passed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge? You didn't! That's such a pity..."
"Oops +1!" The optimism in Jones's eyes had disappeared, and nervousness gradually filled his heart.
"Don't worry. Calculating based on the 40% probability of passing, I have to call the third person before I can hear the good news." Jones made a third call.
"Mr. Davis, this is Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center. I'm calling to ask if you passed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge? You didn't pass either?"
On the other end of the phone, the student named Davis suddenly asked: "Besides me, are there many people who have failed?"
Jones suddenly realized that he had let slip, and he hurriedly defended: "The 24-hour Frogman Challenge is very difficult, and the passing rate itself is not high. In fact, most of the contestants cannot pass this competition. David Mr. Si, don’t be discouraged, as long as you continue to train, I believe you will have a greater chance of passing this event next year.”
Jones hung up the phone, his heart already occupied by negative emotions. He paused for more than a minute before he mustered up the courage to make the fourth call.
"Mr. Pope, I am Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center..."
Jones got another bad news, the fourth student also did not finish the race.
"Today's luck was a bit unlucky. None of the four people in front of me finished the race. I have a feeling that good news is coming." Jones blamed the loss on luck. He comforted himself and called I got the fifth student’s phone number.
But what greeted him was another answer: "Quit the game."
Jones made six phone calls, and none of the six people completed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge. Jones experienced six expectations, but the disappointment after each expectation made him gradually fall into confusion.
"What's going on? There are six people, but no one has successfully completed the competition. Is the 24-hour Frogman Challenge really that difficult?"
At this time, Jones still did not realize that the main reason why the students did not complete the competition was due to training issues.
Jones looked at the list of students in his hand. He was very worried that he would still get bad news on the next call. He didn't even dare to pick up the receiver and dial the next phone number.
"Maybe I need some good news to boost my morale right now." Jones searched the list, his eyes resting on Cruise's name.
"Cruise, I remember him, he has beautiful blond hair, and he is also an athlete. With his level, he can definitely complete the game!"
Thinking of this, Jones skipped the other people on the list and dialed Cruise's phone number. After a long time, the other party finally answered.
"Mr. Cruise? Hello, I am Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center."
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Cruise walked into the restaurant and saw the figure of Fat Hasel in the corner of the restaurant.
There were two large plates in front of Hasel, filled with food, and the fat man was eating with a knife and fork.
"We haven't seen each other for a few days, and this guy seems to have lost a lot of weight. It seems that the physical training class he attended has some effect." Cruise hummed a few words to himself, and then walked over.
"You are much thinner than before." Cruise sat directly opposite the fat man, pointed at the plate in front of the fat man, and asked: "If you eat like this, you will gain weight again soon."
"That damn game almost exhausted me to death. I slept for a whole day and night before I recovered. The previous training was like living in hell. I finally endured it, so I had to eat more. Treat yourself well." The fat man kept stuffing things into his mouth as he spoke.
When it came to the game, Cruise had a melancholy expression on his face. In order to hide his unhappiness, he waved to the waiter and then ordered food.
"Give me another one." Fatty Hassell also pointed to his plate, and then continued: "Which beach do you plan to go to for the interview? Let me remind you first, don't go to Monica South Point Beach. I plan to Went to the beach lifeguard interview there and my goddess was right there.”
"Interview? Maybe there will be a chance next year." Cruise sighed, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Hassel with some confusion, and asked: "What did you just say? You are going to join the beach lifeguarding program. interview?"
"Yes, just three days later." Hassel nodded seriously.
Cruise stared at Hassel. He thought Hassel was bragging.
"Don't be ridiculous. To be interviewed as a beach lifeguard, you need to pass the 24-hour frogman challenge. Don't tell me that you completed that competition." Cruise said, leaning on the back of his chair and crossing his legs.
"I finished the game, and what I said is true, don't believe it!" Hassell said, while a contemptuous smile appeared on Cruise's face, which also made the fat man understand that Cruise did not believe what he said at all. explain.
"Although I also know that this sounds very dreamy, even I can't believe it when I wake up." Hassell said, took out his mobile phone, found a photo, and handed it to Cruise: "Look , this is my certificate!”
Cruise took a look at the photo on his phone, and it turned out to be Fatty's certificate for passing the 24-hour Frogman Challenge.
"Isn't it your PS?" Cruise looked at the fat man with suspicion.
Hassell immediately shook his head: "How could it be PS? If you don't believe it, you can go to my house and have a look, or go to their official website to check the number on the certificate. Man, we have known each other for ten years, how could I Lying to you about something like this.”
"So you really passed the competition?" Cruise's eyes widened and he looked at the fat man: "How did you do it?"
"Just participate in training every day. Coach Li has formulated a training plan for me. As I said just now, it is hellish training. Now I should really thank him. If it weren't for Coach Li and it wasn't that kind of hellish training, I would It's impossible to finish the competition smoothly." Hassel stuffed a mouthful of food and then asked: "By the way, you haven't told me which beach you plan to go to for the interview!"
Cruise's expression froze for a moment, feeling that there was no need to hide it from his friends, and then he said: "I didn't finish the game."
"What? You didn't finish the game? Don't be ridiculous, this joke is not funny at all." Hassell obviously didn't believe what Cruise said.
In Hassell's impression, Cruise has been an athlete since he was a child, proficient in almost all sports. He was the main player of the high school football team, and received a scholarship to enter college, where he also practiced track and field. Hassell feels that in terms of sports, there are dozens of levels between him and Cruise, and even if he practices for a lifetime, he will never reach Cruise's level. Hassell even believes that a game that he can complete will definitely not be difficult for Cruise.
Fatty's startled performance also made Cruise feel unhappy. In sports, he actually lost to Fatty. Although the two were good friends, Cruise still felt that he had been greatly discriminated against. insult.
Cruise instantly became dull, and at this moment, his cell phone rang. Cruise took out his cell phone, and a landline number was displayed on it.
"Is this a sales call?" Cruise didn't want to answer it, but the phone kept ringing, so Cruise chose to answer it anyway.
"Mr. Cruise? Hello, I'm Coach Jones from the Ironman Training Center. I'm calling to ask if you passed the 24-hour Frogman Challenge?" Jones's voice rang.
"No." Cruise's voice was full of displeasure, and his attitude was extremely cold.
If it was a few minutes ago, Cruise might not have behaved this coldly, but since learning that Hassell completed the game, this 24-hour frogman challenge has become a scar in Cruise's heart. And when Jones called to ask if he had passed the game, it was more like rubbing a pinch of salt on the scar.
Jones did not feel Cruise's cold attitude. Instead, he said in a surprised tone: "I thought you would definitely pass the competition! Which event did you withdraw from?"
Cruise just felt that another pinch of salt had been sprinkled on the scar. He really wanted to hang up the phone right now, but out of politeness, Cruise still said: "25 obstacles."
"Oh, that's such a pity, we just missed finishing the race!" Jones said in a very regretful tone, and then he began to comfort Cruise: "But you are very close to success, continue next year Come to my place to train and you will definitely pass the competition!”
Jones's words were obviously a matter of course. Cruise looked at the fat man in front of him who was eating deliciously. Looking back on his training at the Ironman Center, he felt more and more that he had been cheated and that he had spent money in vain.
"Those trainings are no different from those in the gym. This Jones has already tricked me once. Does he want to trick me a second time?" At this moment, Cruise couldn't bear it anymore.
"I will never go to your place again next year, no, probably I will never go to your place again in this life!" Cruise said angrily.
Jones couldn't figure out for a moment how he had offended Jones. He instinctively asked, "Why?"
"Why? Don't you have a point in your mind?" Cruise continued: "Remember the companion who went with me when I signed up? That fat man who was rejected by you! He was training elsewhere , he has now passed the 24-hour frogman challenge! And I, after staying at your place for so long, fell against a wall only two and a half meters high! Bullshit physical training center, you liars, sooner or later... It’s closed down!”
Cruise hung up the phone angrily and then blacklisted the phone number.
Opposite him, the fat man had salad dressing on his lips and looked at Cruise with a dazed expression.
"Did I hear you correctly? You really didn't finish the game?" The fat man's mouth was still stuffed with food, and his words were slurred.