Swimmer of Rebirth

After training in the afternoon, Liu Yang received a task, a thankless job that looked glorious on the surface, but was actually a waste of time and energy.

Assisted living instructors guide cultural studies for all team members.

Naturally, the evening training that I had just made an appointment with Coach Yao yesterday was useless.

Liu Yang couldn't figure it out. He himself was just a 12-year-old kid. Even if his cultural achievements were really good enough to make people complain, there was no reason to send him out to tutor him, right?

The life instructor is a college graduate, and he is so gentle and messy, why should he be arranged to go pick a fight with this talented student and do these meaningless things.

It's a pity that Director Zhao doesn't think so.

Uncle Zhao has been very distressed and entangled recently. He is distressed that he did not prevent this fight and bloodshed in advance, that he underestimated the small group of team members, and that he is entangled in his own flamboyance.

So Uncle Zhao learned from the painful experience, and sent Liu Yang this errand when he was desperate.

It's a very simple idea, love is nurtured, kung fu is practiced, grades are trained, and relationships are naturally born.

After the training and dinner, the children went to the study room in small groups with their books in their hands. When Liu Yang left the dormitory, he thought about it, stuffed the books into Ye Shuwen's arms, and rushed out.

Ye Shuwen stood at the door and yelled, "Hey, why are you going?"

"Hold it for me, I'll be back soon, by the way, save me a seat by the window." After saying this, the person disappeared.

Ye Shuwen arranged the books neatly, turned his head to look at Wang Yaxin, and the three of them went out the door with their shoulders crossed.

Liu Yang trotted all the way to the swimming pool. There was only one light on in the pool. The dark water surface was glowing with phosphorescence, and there was a damp smell, but there was no one there.

He let out a long breath, turned and walked back.

I feel a little bit lost in my heart, I feel like I feel like sticking to other people's cold ass, an idiot took a joke seriously, and ran over eagerly to apologize, but it turned out that others didn't even want to catch up with me, and I was in the cafeteria during dinner. We met, but didn't even hand over the words that we don't practice today.

Leaving the cold swimming pool, the scorching air rushed over his head and face. Liu Yang greeted Director Zhao again, and walked to the classroom helplessly.

It was a dark night in June, the sky was dark blue, the morning star hung in the sky early and shone with silver light, and the surrounding area was covered with a thick layer of ink, and the sky and the earth were filled with a certain gas called irritability.

The classroom is located on the first floor of the coaching building. There are 3 rooms, which are assigned to children of three age groups in the school according to the number of people. The lights inside are bright and quiet.

Liu Yang has long been used to such quietness. The upstairs is the instructor's office. Although not every instructor has the habit of working overtime, there is still one on duty every day.Therefore, due to the instructor's usual despotic power, the children at the naughty age can only bow their heads and read peacefully.

He stood in front of the building and stopped for a while, a little lazy and didn't want to go in, with his head raised high, the office on the third floor was lit, feeling the hard work of the instructors, he grabbed his hair and went in.

When Liu Yang appeared, only Ye Shuwen looked up, and he pointed to the empty space beside him and asked him to come in.

The classroom was scorching hot and smelled of sweat. Liu Yang's hooves seemed to be rooted by the door, and he couldn't move. When he was in trouble, a cool, soft hand patted his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Don't go in yet?" The delicate and crisp voice carried a little smile.

Liu Yang hummed, and walked in the door with a dull head. Fortunately, Ye Shuwen was obedient, and he took a seat by the window for him. Sitting there, the warm air outside was slowly blowing in. Liu Yang used it to comfort himself, comparing it to A natural wind comparable to an air conditioner.

Huang Xiaofen is a 25-year-old woman. She graduated from the Physical Education Institute like Director Zhao and the others, but she has been in school for several years. With a smile, a pair of amiable appearance.

Liu Yang is the hottest type.

She walked all the way down to pay attention to the homework of each team member, and occasionally stopped to guide when she saw something wrong, so she stopped and walked to Liu Yang's desk.

First, he glanced at Ye Shuwen's homework, then leaned forward, tilted his head and gave Liu Yang a friendly smile.

Liu Yang looked at Director Huang in confusion at first, then remembered his mission in a flash of inspiration, and frowned helplessly. He stood up and waved to Director Huang, motioning her to lower her body and speak.

"Well, Director Huang, I don't know how to teach people." Liu Yang blew into those ears, sniffed the fragrance of the nose by the way, and suddenly dazed.

Huang Xiaofen turned her head to look at him, her face was very close, her full and round lips were in front of her eyes, Liu Yang secretly thought if she just kissed him like this, would she get a slap in return.

"That can't be done, your Director Zhao told me specifically."

As soon as Uncle Zhao was mentioned, all Liu Yang's charming thoughts disappeared. He woke up and nodded with a tight face.

"Then start?"

"Oh." She nodded obediently, and looked at the mature woman's chest with a somewhat ruthless heart, and then shed tears.

Facts have proved that Liu Yang is really not the material for a mentor, coupled with such a bit of unwillingness to perfunctory, Director Huang can only hold his forehead and shake his head.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" A certain person put his hands behind his back, straightened his back, and looked at people with the tip of his chin.

"Uh, no." The team member who looked up looked at someone who was posing as a leader, and refused without thinking.

"Oh, that's fine." He strode away.

However, Liu Yang still divides the ranks of people. The first is the sweet-looking female teammates, the second is the good-looking brothers on weekdays, the third is the average-looking female teammates, and the rest... Hey, young master, I just have this temper, so I don't care about it.

Looking at this posture, Director Huang was afraid that there would be another bloody tragedy under his nose, so he hurriedly called Liu Yang back, and floated out of the classroom with a sad expression that could not be carved.

Liu Yang finished his homework early, propped his head in a daze, and turned his head to see Yao Ye wearing a vest and shorts, with a dark towel on his shoulder, whistling and walking past the window.

Ye Shuwen leaned over here, "Have you finished your homework?"

"En." Liu Yang answered casually, thinking of the fact that he was released as a pigeon, his teeth itched.

"Show me."

"En." Half a scale was pronounced, and Liu Yang turned to look at him, "Hey, I said, the exam is coming soon, can you copy and graduate?"

Ye Shuwen gave him a sideways look, "Do you want to borrow your love? Nagging like my mother."

"That's fine, I'll copy it for you as soon as you call mom." Liu Yang felt a little regretful when he said this, because such a big child is in the heat of the moment, if it really makes people angry, what will happen.

Liu Yang was careful here, but Ye Shuwen didn't care about it at all, but the smile on his face widened, and he whispered obscenely into his ear, "You really think you are a woman when you say you look like a woman? You have to It really happened to me."

It's a slap in the face for a child.

Liu Yang endured and endured, and finally rubbed his head a few times, sweating disgustingly, threw the homework book to him with a black face, and went out to wash his hands.

The corridor was dimly lit with small yellow lights. When Liu Yang came back after washing his hands, he hesitated at the stairs, turned around and went back to the classroom.

Ye Shuwen didn't dare to copy homework too much. Liu Yang's homework book was still on his desk. He was writing on one side and then on the other side when he was writing a line of words. He had to look at the door of the classroom. When he saw Liu Yang appearing, he was startled. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him a look that turned out to be your kid.

Liu Yang looked at him with a cautious look like a mouse stealing rice and smiled secretly. Before he walked back to his seat, he was tripped by someone. Liu Yang was furious. He turned his head and saw that it was Wang Yaxin.

Before Liu Yang could show his power, Wang Yaxin said in a low voice with a calm face: "Lend me the homework too."

"No." Liu Yang replied angrily, squatting down and stroking his calf.

"You borrowed it from Boss Ye, why didn't you borrow it from me? You smashed my head."

Liu Yang gave him a silly look, "Are you in the same class as me? Is your homework the same as mine? Even if I borrow you, do you have the ability to bring this answer to the teacher tomorrow?"

Wang Yaxin was blocked by a slip of the tongue, patting the table and howling why he was in the third class, why he was assigned to the third class, and why he didn't have the opportunity to copy homework.

Liu Yang patted him on the shoulder and replied earnestly, "This man is born with a brain. Stupidity is not a disadvantage, but concentration is the most important thing. So don't worry, as long as you concentrate on training, you may enter the national team in a few years. I'm going abroad to play a game, so I'm optimistic about you." After speaking, he quickly slipped back to his seat.

Wang Yaxin thought about it for a long time, and it was not until he went to bed at night that he realized that Liu Yang was cursing himself at a corner.

Wang Yaxin is a man of action, and as soon as he lifted the mosquito net, he got into Liu Yang's bed in the dark.

Liu Yang was swimming in his dream, opened his eyes and looked, scared!Startled.

Wang Yaxin's big head came in through the gap between the two mosquito nets. It was black and wrapped in a white cloth several times. His eyes were gleaming fiercely. There was also a hand that came in with the head hanging in the air. The destination was Liu. Yang's neck.

"What?" Liu Yang asked.

"Sleepwalking." Wang Yaxin showed his teeth, which were a bit piercingly bright under the light of the street lamp outside the window.

"I dreamed that I came to bed?"

"Strangle you bastard, and beat around the bush and scold me?"

Liu Yang thought for a while and couldn't remember when he provoked this person again.

Seeing his puzzled face, Wang Yaxin wanted to say that you scolded me for having strong limbs and a simple mind, but he felt that he would make fun of him instead of saying it, so he took a few deep breaths and turned his head away.

Liu Yang lost all sleepiness after being tormented by Wang Yaxin. He stood up and lifted the mosquito net, grabbed Wang Yaxin's underpants and looked up at him, "Just left like this? Is there something wrong?"