water blossoms

Wen Hao felt the pain in his lips, but the restraint on his hands was weakening.

His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking about whether he should beat Gong Cheng hard later.Being tied up, attacked by surprise, or even almost killed, such behaviors can already be reported to the police.

But there are also many concerns.They are members of the Chinese team for the London Olympics this time, and their internal disputes at this time may rise to international heights, making the whole world laugh.What's more, who can guarantee that after being involved in the "injury incident", he will be able to retreat unscathed, maybe this evidence collection, that investigation, will affect his game.

At this time, adding some embarrassment to athletes from other countries is something that any country likes to see except the country where the accident occurred.

Wen Hao hates his calmness, if he thinks too much, he will appear to have no temper.

It's a pity that at this time, he really didn't dare to let himself be too angry.

Suddenly, the feeling on his back was not right, Wen Hao came back to his senses, only to realize that Gong Cheng's actions had changed at some point. He was clearly trying to untie him, but he suddenly lifted his clothes and stroked his back, Moreover, the man's face was rubbing against his neck, and from time to time his lips brushed against the skin, the skin was so hot that it seemed to be melting.

Gong Cheng was flirting with him.

Wen Hao twisted his body, showing a gesture of refusal, his legs and feet were ready to go, and he was waiting for the right opportunity to strike hard again.

However, Gong Cheng stopped moving the second he refused.He raised his head, his eyes were a little embarrassed, and there were traces of lust hidden in the corners of his eyes.

"You are so charming."

He said.

Wen Hao tilted his head slightly, his face full of impatience, but the avoidance of his gaze represented the deep uneasiness in his heart.

Gong Cheng stared into Wen Hao's eyes, his heart moved, and he said: "Seeing you, I can't restrain my impulse, whether it's anger or lust, I feel like a child, I just want to use all kinds of ways to get you Your attention."

Wen Hao showed no expression, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled.

Gong Cheng's heart was scratched by those eyelashes, and his heart was numb and sore. In this process, a new way of thinking was opened.Most people in this world can tolerate cruel treatment, but they cannot resist the trap of tenderness.Wen Hao will not be an exception.In the depths of that unmistakable disgust and embarrassment, there is a shyness that doesn't know what to do.

He saw it.

A smile appeared on the corner of Gong Cheng's mouth, and he said softly: "I must have fallen in love with you a long time ago, a long time ago, but I didn't realize it myself. It's my fault, I'm sorry for you, it's me I failed you."

Without waiting for Wen Hao's response, Gong Cheng said with a sad face: "Is it too late? Is it not qualified to keep you? Even if I kneel down and beg you, you won't agree, right?"

Finally, with a sigh, he untied the tie on Wen Hao's face, leaving a deep red mark on his face. The traces after being bound and restrained are very charming. Gong Cheng tried his best to hold down the tie again. Feeling anxious, he stood up.

He had to think about how to love others, how to love Wen Hao.If violence can't solve the problem, then we can only use a more gentle way that Wen Hao can't parry.Little by little, hunting for a man's heart again.

After Gong Cheng left, Wen Hao slowly sat up from the ground, and his hands tied behind him were also loosened.When he rolled, one sleeve was pressed under his buttocks, no wonder Gong Cheng left without completely undoing it.A moment ago, he thought it was Gong Cheng's narrow-mindedness, and he was afraid that he would settle accounts with him, so he left this behind.

He touched his neck and then his lips. Unexpectedly, the residual feeling in the deadliest part had disappeared. Instead, the pain in his lips made him recall the hideous look on Gong Cheng's face just a moment ago.The image left in my mind is too scary, and it is meaningless for Gong Cheng to say anything later. If hurting someone who loves you will make him feel guilty, then even if you kill someone who has hurt you, it is nothing more than Just revenge.

Many of the emotions that were not there because of Gong Cheng during this period of time have all settled down at this moment, forming a dead and barren space, burying all the joy and happiness of the past, leaving only the surface. Zhang ferocious distorted face.

The last bit of thought is wiped out and dissipated.

Liu Lang who came back a little late missed everything perfectly, but the scar on the corner of Wen Hao's mouth was obvious.He smiled and said, "Where did you find the little wild cat? Such a prodigal son?"

Wen Hao touched the wound on his lips, his eyes darkened.

Liu Lang smiled back: "What's wrong?"

Wen Hao shook his head and did not answer.

You Le, who came back at night, also asked Wen Hao about the wounds on his body, but Wen Hao prevaricated them.Fortunately, there was no competition on the second day. By the third day, the marks on the neck had faded to the point where it was almost invisible, and the wound on the mouth was also scarred. No one took it seriously, and the matter passed away .

Wen Hao hadn't thought about how to get revenge on Gong Cheng. The simplest and most direct way was to find an ally to cover him with a sack, but at this tense moment, everything had to be made way for the game, so he could only swallow it.

Of course, in retrospect, he would give up revenge, which may have something to do with Gong Cheng's final apology.Gong Cheng really got his point very well. Compared with more material apologies, sometimes an apology can give people a psychological victory.Gong Cheng finally lowered his head and stood in the victor's position. Even if he was in a mess, he was looking down at the opponent after all. This perspective was enough to make people tolerant.

Three days later at 7 pm, Wen Hao participated in his first Olympic final, the 400-meter freestyle final.

The finals are always the most lively. There are so many people in the swimming pool, it seems that breathing can be transformed into a wave of energy, which can be felt by the human body.

Wen Hao was doing warm-up exercises in an orderly manner. He forgot about going abroad, about Gong Cheng, all the good and bad.He was so focused that he could no longer hear other voices, and there was only the pool of water in front of him.

This is my final at the Olympics.

My first Olympic final.

It was also my last Olympic final.

Even, is it the last swimming competition in my life?

already……

It's the last step.

Only go all out!

"ready!"

Wen Hao stood on the starting platform without distraction.He looked at the pool water, moved his shoulders, stepped on the ground with his toes and turned his ankles, then jumped twice lightly, shaking his arms.Adjusting the state of the body, making the final preparations before departure.

"Take your marks!" The male electronically synthesized voice broadcast at an extremely fast speed.

Wen Hao bent down, bent his body into a bow, clasped his fingers on the edge of the starting platform, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, completely showing his body in a tense posture about to erupt, quickly accumulating energy .

"Beep!" A second later, the starting gun rang.

"Wow——" Wen Hao's legs were strong, and his body jumped forward suddenly. The extreme strength pushed him into the air. At that moment, he seemed to stay in the air for a moment, but this was just a residual image in his head. When he came back to his senses, the person had already plunged obliquely into the water.

The game begins!

400 meters is an embarrassing distance.

Don't rush forward without reservation, because you will soon run out of strength.But you can't stay in a relatively relaxed state all the time, that will only make you quickly surpassed by your opponent.

However, 400 meters is an event that Wen Hao has swum tens of thousands of times. He has a very suitable way of exerting force and rhythm.Before the game, he also thought about how he should swim, how to exert strength, and when to start sprinting during the game.

He thought about it completely, from beginning to end.

However these are of no use.

When he entered the water and was wrapped in the cold water, he woke up as if he had been enlightened.

Any sense of rhythm, any way of exerting force, go to hell!

This is his last swimming competition, the highest position he can reach in his life.Why keep it?Why not go all out?

There is no strategy.

Don't have any ideas.

It's just swimming, swimming forward non-stop, using all my strength to swim as far as possible.

50 m.

100 m.

150 m.

200 m.

Soon, halfway through the game, fatigue also followed.

Wen Hao felt the pain in his chest, as if his heart was about to explode.

The body is protesting.

No.

not enough.

Have to keep going.

Wen Hao, is your life about to fall in the last 200 meters?

impossible!

400m freestyle.

Where is the limit of human beings?

Wen Hao didn't know, but he definitely swam beyond his limit.

Let the pain spread in your chest.

Let your arm muscles ache.

Let yourself be in a state of almost suffocation.

There is only one belief in the head.

go ahead!

Keep going!

Hand in a beautiful answer sheet for your swimming career!

300 m.

350 m.

The last 50 meters left.

The sound of cheering in the arena seemed to penetrate the water level and fall into his ears. He seemed to hear the sound of amusement, Liu Lang's, Coach Ye's, and even Yuan Zheng cheering for himself.

They are all cheering on themselves.

There are still 50 meters left. I don't know where I am, but it doesn't matter.Wen Hao, there are only 50 meters left, are you going to lose before the finish line?No matter where you are now, as long as you squeeze out all your potential and swim with the best results, that's enough!

"Shua, Shua, Shua—" is the sound of arms splashing water.

"Gululu—" There was also the sound of bubbles.

The vision in front of him began to become distorted, the lack of oxygen made the heart almost jump out of the chest, and the edge of the perspective was being invaded by darkness, and the light was fading away.

so tired!

I can't even lift my arms.

I really want to stop and rest.

oxygen!

I need oxygen.

Lots of oxygen!

No.

No.

Still have to swim.

Just rest at the end.

This time, you can rest for a long time.

Wen Hao, do you want to live the rest of your life with regrets?

Do you want to regret the retreat and escape at this moment and give up persistence once you think about it in the future? ?

Can't imagine a future like that.

Just for a clear conscience.

At this moment, even if you die on the field, you must fight until the end!