Swimmer of Rebirth

Of course, Xu Han's so-called "not so good" is just a comment he made based on his own standards. Zhang Weijia's performance in the 200-meter free race is still very eye-catching. As a contestant in the men's group A, Zhang Weijia is only 15 years old Under the pressure of most of the 17-year-old opponents in the same group, they still entered the semi-finals with excellent results.

After the heart that was forced to raise a few points by the game was settled, Liu Yang thought of the two one-inch photos at the beginning of the score list pasted at the entrance of the canteen of the provincial team, Zhang Weijia and Xu Han, who led the entire provincial team at the age of 15 , beat countless old people who joined the team early, combined with the current situation, this ability is enough for Zhang Weijia to laugh arrogantly.

Because Liu Yang was going to participate in the 200-meter freestyle (men's group B) preliminaries in the afternoon, he took a good rest at noon and went to the swimming pool with the team in the afternoon.

The Youth Games this time is a bit famous. It was a nationwide selection competition for the Asian Games held in Hiroshima, Japan in 1994. Dongguan, Guangdong, as one of the competition points, had a lot of people participating. As a result, the competition organization had to control the athletes' entries. .

Originally, Liu Yang expected to sign up for the backstroke and breaststroke short-distance events, but in the end they were all rejected by the coaches, and he was persuaded to quit the 4X100-meter mixed relay after handing it over to the conference. His arms could not twist his thighs. Yang could only swallow his grievances, gave up the idea of ​​comprehensively casting the net and focusing on training, and devoted himself to freestyle swimming.

Of course, Liu Yang still has self-knowledge. Although there is a chance to be selected to represent the country in this competition, but with his results and his age, it is better to get a ranking safely.

The 200-meter freestyle competition was arranged relatively late. Liu Yang originally planned to wait in the auditorium, but he couldn't let go of Wang Yaxin who was about to participate in the 200-meter breaststroke preliminaries, so he touched the waiting room again.

Wang Yaxin was wearing a pair of swimming trunks at the moment, with the upper half of her body bare, and she was huddled in a dispirited ball, hanging her head and playing with the swimming goggles in her hand.

This aura is really low.

Liu Yang frowned, and touched it quietly, originally intending to scare him, but Wang Yaxin raised his eyelids and glanced at him before he was within 5 meters away. This small person, the whole person is gray, with almost no lips. Bloody, Liu Yang looked so distressed, walked over and sat next to him, put his arms around his shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? I'm so nervous."

"En." Wang Yaxin snorted, "A little bit."

"What are you afraid of? Try your best to swim, the more nervous you are, the worse it is to swim."

Wang Yaxin nodded without saying a word, and Liu Yang couldn't say anything more.

Some people get more and more nervous the more they persuade them, it is better not to persuade them. Although Liu Yang doesn't know what kind of type Wang Yaxin belongs to, he is very straightforward and can express whatever he thinks on his face. Liu Yang sat beside him for a while, seeing his The lips were pursed tighter and tighter, and he simply pulled him up.

Wang Yaxin was forced to stand up and looked at Liu Yang with unclear eyes.

"Let's go to watch the game." Liu Yang said.

"No." Wang Yaxin pursed his lips and wanted to sit back, but Liu Yang dragged him to the entrance of the rest area.

There were many people standing outside the door, all wearing swimsuits and watching the game, there were men and women.

Liu Yang dragged Wang Yaxin to squeeze a place and stood in.

In the swimming pool, the men's second group of 200-meter frog competition is going on. Small heads are getting out of the water, and they are rushing forward with their shoulders shrugged. There are sparse voices cheering for their teammates in their ears. It can be said that it is average.

After watching several sets, Liu Yang whispered to Wang Yaxin, "What do you think?"

"It's okay." Wang Yaxin stared at the pool and replied casually.

"That's right, that's all. After all, it's the youth group, isn't it?" Liu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, and quoted without a trace.

"Nonsense, if the youth group is like this, don't hold the swimming competition."

"That's right, children aged 12 to 3 are at this level."

Wang Yaxin was taken aback, and turned to look at him.

Liu Yang giggled, "Look, it's only at this level. The youth group is the best, but not everyone has made it from this step."

Wang Yaxin's face changed from astonishment to thoughtfulness, and finally he laughed, and put his arm on Liu Yang's shoulder, "Yangyang, what do you think we learn to swim for?"

"Do you believe me when I say keep fit?"

"Strangle you to death." Wang Yaxin gritted his teeth and stuck his elbow on Liu Yang's neck.

Before his scheme failed, Liu Yang hastily raised his hand in surrender, "Okay, okay, I said, take the ranking, it's best to be the first, isn't it?"

Wang Yaxin grinned, "Number one? Just take it if you say so?"

"The important thing is to participate, hey, don't pinch me. You are telling the truth. You are not very old. It is not uncommon for you to lose the game with 13~4 years old. Take this opportunity to get familiar with the game. After one or two years, you will adjust your mentality. Well, it is not impossible to focus on the gold medal."

"You and the boss..." Wang Yaxin moved his lips and just said the name, Liu Yang took the conversation.

"We also made mental adjustments before the game, and relaxed ourselves. It's not like you are tense and do not move in one place, and your muscles are all sitting dead. Do you think it will get stuck? Don't talk nonsense, wait for the game Don’t give yourself such a big burden, relax, it’s not difficult to get out of the group with your usual results. You just need to compete with yourself, don’t think about the people around you, ah.”

"That's easy to say." Wang Yaxin took a breath and let it out in a long breath, "Try your best."

"Okay, that's all I can say. The rest is up to you. If you can, no one will help you." Liu Yang patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and continued to watch the game.

As he said, others really can’t help you with the psychological quality of the game. After all the good words, those who should be nervous are still nervous. What Liu Yang can do is to be by Wang Yaxin’s side when he is nervous, and tell him with actions that no matter win or lose , We are all brothers, brothers will always support you.

In the end, Wang Yaxin successfully advanced to the semi-finals of the 200-meter frog. Whether Liu Yang's words had any effect, Liu Yang himself did not know, and Wang Yaxin did not say anything. Anyway, he was promoted, and everyone was happy together.

Another hour later, Liu Yang participated in the preliminary round of his 200-meter freestyle.

Putting on swimming goggles, standing on the diving platform, and sweeping away habitually, Yao Ye was nowhere to be seen.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his doubts in his heart, and when he opened them again, he was already focused.

Tighten your legs, bend down, look straight ahead, look for the breakthrough point of the shot into the water, and listen to the moment of the gunshot.

"Bang!" The gun was fired.

Into the water.

Swim out with a wave of your arms.

All in one go.

The 200-meter race is different from the 100-meter race. Although the speed is fast at the beginning, the brain will more or less rationally limit the excessive consumption of physical strength, and it will not burst out until the final sprint stage.

Liu Yang almost didn't want to die. He sprinted with all his strength when he got out of the water. After 50 meters, he felt the loss of his physical strength, his lungs were burning, and his breath was short of breath.

He was looking for a feeling, taking 200 meters as a 100-meter swim, biting the opponent in the waterway tightly, and at the same time looking for the smoothness of yesterday's 100-meter self-swimming. That feeling is very subtle, and Liu Yang never appeared when he deliberately searched for it. , but it does exist, a feeling like a fish in water.

After another 50 meters, my arms began to swell.

Roll over.

Enter the 100-meter sprint stage.

He gritted his teeth, disregarding his body's protests, and once again accelerated the speed of his arms' paddling, and at the same time, the speed of his legs' paddling suddenly increased.

The people in the waterway around him also began to speed up, moving forward at an extremely fast speed, and the distance that was originally closely chasing him at the waist was forced to be pulled to the calf.

So fucking tired.

Liu Yang took a deep breath, and heard Wang Yaxin's yelling for cheer in his ears, with a series of babbles in his throat, cut into a mess by the sound of splashing water, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Liu Yang was anxious in his heart, feeling that he couldn't find it, the feeling that he was in his own field.

How to do?

Only the last 50 meters left.

While being pulled further and further away by the target, he became anxious and panicked.

Regardless of the burden on the body, continue to command the arms to speed up again.

However, soon he sadly felt his limit, and he really couldn't do it anymore. No matter how he ordered, the strokes of his arms began to deform, and his body gradually became heavier as he moved forward.

Something wrapped around the body, and the pool water became sticky and scalding, almost drowning.

The painful 200 meters, at the moment when he was about to fall into the bottom of the pool, he finally hit the shore.

This feeling is bad.

He held on to the floating line tightly, sucked and exhaled air violently, and didn't even dare to take a deep breath. The excessively hypoxic lungs made every breath of air so precious.

I don't know how long, or very short time, at least the timekeeper didn't come to urge him, the buzzing brain finally returned to calm, he relaxed his body and sank into the water, exhaled the air from his lungs for a long time, and then exerted a little force on his legs , the head stuck out of the water, took a breath, and sank again.

While taking a deep breath, he didn't have the energy to analyze today's situation at all. His brain was extremely hypoxic, and he didn't feel anything except dizziness.

When he recovered, he slowly swam to the edge of the pool, clenched the handle of the water with both hands, stepped on it step by step, the familiar feeling of gravity swept over his body again, pressing his body to fall into the pool, Liu Yang took a breath, Stiffly, he walked back to the dressing room, and sat down on the chair in a daze.

In fact, his grades were not bad, and he was very lucky. The person he had been clinging to was No.1 in this group, and it would be no problem for him to lead his grades into the semi-finals.

But compared to these, what Liu Yang cares more about is the doubt of not being able to find a feeling.

Last night, he thought that the feeling of 100-meter self-time may be called water feeling, the body's intuitive reflection of the buoyancy of water, ordinary people can exchange [-]% of their strength for [-]% of their speed, and people with good water sense Always get more in return.

The feeling of water is something that is difficult to describe in words, but you can tell the difference by putting those who can’t swim and those who can swim together. Those who can’t swim always feel that the water is turbulent and insecure. Things, if you can’t step on the bottom, as long as you leave the object that you can grasp to support your body, you will sink. If you can swim, you can feel the buoyancy of the water. If you relax your body, you can float on the water surface. When you want to sink, you only need to swing slightly. Any part of the body will resist this suction.

It's a wonderful feeling of water that can't be described concretely.

As swimmers, especially good swimmers, part of them has an outstanding sense of water beyond ordinary people. When they float on the water, their bodies will always be exposed to the water more than ordinary people, and they can swim better. Master your balance in the water.

Liu Yang can almost confirm that the feeling at that moment is the gateway to this special sense of water.

It's a pity that it is like a flash in the pan, and the beauty is beyond grasp.

Thinking of this, Liu Yang sighed infinitely.

If it wasn't for the competition, he would definitely continue to swim, engrave that feeling in his heart, and let his body re-understand the buoyancy of water.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for the competition, maybe he would never be able to enter this state.

Tangled ah ah ah! ! !

Liu Yang bumped the back of his head against the wall twice, expecting the sound of thumping to lead him out of the current situation.

This kind of confusion made him feel very dangerous, an inexplicable sense of crisis.

After sitting like this for a while, Liu Yang finally changed his clothes absent-mindedly and went to the auditorium to return to the team.

Wang Yaxin rushed over from a distance, and hugged Liu Yang tightly, "Yangyang, you are so powerful, do you know who you are clinging to? Last year's 200-meter self-champion, Guangzhou Wang Tao from the provincial team is 14 years old, and you were able to chase him all the way, haha, of course, he was pulled away a little, but I was so nervous that I kept cheering you on.”

Ye Shuwen slapped lazily on the chair, "Enen, I'm so noisy. You swam for 2 minutes, and he yelled for 2 minutes. Everyone in the audience is looking this way."

Liu Yang wasn't in the mood to talk nonsense with them, so he patted Wang Yaxin on the head and limp on the chair.

Wang Yaxin wanted to go up to talk, but Ye Shuwen stopped him.

Wang Yaxin stared at him.

Ye Shuwen frowned and shook his head, gave him a disturbing look, and pushed him back on the chair.

Student Liu Yang is very tangled, very tangled.

This kind of incomprehensible thing is like a sharp sword stuck in the stomach, the more I think about it, the more painful it is, the more painful I think about it.

So, after dinner, he went straight to knock on Yao Ye's door.

Yao Ye was a little surprised when he opened the door. He scanned Liu Yang's face a few times, and turned sideways to make way for the door.

Liu Yang walked in dejectedly and threw himself on the bed.

Yao Ye followed him in and smiled when he saw him lying on his stomach with his legs wide open, leaning against the wall and asked him, "Hey, what's the matter? The aura is really low enough."

Liu Yang looked at him with his head sideways, his eye circles were a little red, not red from crying, but pink, matching with the black eyes, reflected a small face that was extraordinarily fragile.

Yao Ye's face straightened, and he immediately stood up straight.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Liu Yang buried his head in the quilt, and arched his whole body upwards. After a few seconds, he crumpled into a ball, and said dully, "I can't find the feeling."

Yao Ye heard the gnashing of teeth in his tone, walked over cautiously, knelt by the bed and asked him, "How does it feel?"