[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

When Ao Ling came out of the shower, Fu Xingtu was leaning against the bed and playing with his mobile phone.

Ao Ling's hair was still wet when he rushed over, and he just rubbed against his arms so wet, feeling that the T-shirt on his body was better for wiping his hair than a bath towel.

"looking at what?"

Fu Xingtu handed him the phone, and took a towel from the side to dry his hair: "Look for yourself."

Ao Ling picked up his mobile phone and took a look. It was a Weibo post he had just posted not long ago, a selfie of the two of them leaning together, and the accompanying sentence was: "We are doing well."

Obviously, these words were in response to the rumors on the Internet that they were competing for the first brother in the team during the daytime 100-meter freestyle final.

However, the reactions of the netizens were beyond his expectations. Some people shouted: "I got it! I got it! I thought the relationship between the two of them was a bit unusual, but I didn't expect the CP I was talking about to be real!"

"Master and apprentice, Fu Xingtu is very good at playing!"

"What the hell, can't you see it? Fu Xingtu was obviously forced. His face is still blank, and he is not prepared at all."

"Wow, master-student cultivation, compulsory business operation, so it's like this... My cub is promising, even the master can be overthrown."

Ao Ling: "???"

This means... He raised his head and looked at Fu Xingtu: "I think... what they said... makes sense."

Fu Xingtu covered his head with a bath towel, and he couldn't help but rub it indiscriminately, in a rough way, without considering his boyfriend's feelings at all: "Come on!"

Ao Ling's hair is very short, so she hardly needs a hair dryer, and she can get almost dry after just a couple of wipes with a towel.

He rescued his head from Fu Xingtu's grasp, and when he saw Fu Xingtu, he really had a begging expression on his face.

He also looked at Fu Xingtu's 195 cm tall, and it might take a lot of effort to push him down, so he said respectfully and insensitively: "Or, forget it..."

Fu Xingtu crumpled the towel into a ball, threw it on the chair on the other side, looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Look down again."

"Oh……"

Ao Ling lowered his head and continued to read the comments, and the following content simply opened his eyes.

"Huh? I've always been on Xiaoqi and Fan Yuhao. I usually watch the videos of the national team. The two of them are flirting in the water. How good it is."

"Yes, yes, I think Fan Yuhao must like Xiaoqi, you can tell from his eyes."

"The upstairs enclosure is cute, okay? Zai Zai and Fan Yuhao are teammates at first glance, and they don't have any sense of CP."

"Do you have a sense of CP with Fu Xingtu? I always feel that I am a generation behind."

"Just to put it mildly, I've always felt that Zai Zai and Shen Fei have a sense of CP. At the beginning, the shy and shy cutie always followed behind Senior Brother Shen Fei."

Ao Ling: "!!!"

The little dragon cub was trembling, he couldn't understand what they were talking about!

Fortunately, these people chatted with super chatter, and Ao Ling clicked in one by one, as if opening the door to a new world.

The stories of these people are well written, especially the part about him and Fu Xingtu, the inner struggle and suffering are vividly portrayed, even the hero in the story of Ao Ling has tears in his eyes.

Fu Xingtu glanced at the time, then moved to the side, and lifted the quilt: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

"Wooooooooow, the writing is so beautiful, Fan Yuhao is so miserable, why can't I like him."

Fu Xingtu rolled his eyes, grabbed his mobile phone and threw it aside: "Go to sleep, there is still a match tomorrow!"

With that said, he turned off the bedside lamp.

Ao Ling's mind was full of the fan fiction he just read, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side, pressed on his buttocks and rubbed it gently, and then went to take off his pants.

"How did you write the novel you just read?" Fu Xingtu's deep voice rang in his ears, and Ao Ling's scalp tingled when he heard it, "Is that so, huh?"

"!!!"

Some children struggled twice with half push and half: "Tomorrow...there is...a competition!"

It doesn't matter if there is a competition, Fu Xingtu didn't intend to do anything to him at all, instead he served him comfortably.

Woke up early the next morning, it was a spirit, and he drank an extra bowl of porridge with shrimp and fish slices that sister Ye made for him.

When they set off to the swimming pool, the girls of the women's team gathered together in twos and threes, chatting intently.

As soon as Ao Ling got into the car, everyone fell silent, and a few girls secretly looked at him and smiled.

Ao Ling vaguely heard them talking about a certain plot, coincidentally, he just watched it last night.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? ?

In the 200-meter medley competition, Guo Zifan failed to enter the final, but the Japanese team and the US team each had two players in the final.

However, Ao Ling's swimming lane is on the far side, and the two Japanese players are on the other side of the pool.At a glance, he was even whiter than those white players.

When her name was introduced on the radio, the audience roared like a tsunami, and the voice was obviously dozens of decibels higher than when other athletes were introduced.

Han Xinyan sighed in the stands: "See, this is the top of the swimming world."

A girl next to him said, "Four gold medals in three days, not only swimming, but the traffic of the entire Olympic Games has been sucked away by him alone."

The girl on the other side smiled and said, "Look, the audience around us are all looking at us, feeling proud."

"Yes, yes, I always feel that we are also a strong swimming country now."

Han Xinyan applauded along with the audience: "Since this is the case, we must train hard when we go back. A strong swimming country cannot be supported by only one athlete."

There was no way to refute what she said, and all the teammates beside her were deeply encouraged and nodded.

Taking off his tracksuit, he wore a pair of pink swimming trunks today, the color so tender that water can be squeezed out wrapped around his already upright buttocks, when he stood on the starting platform and bent down to prepare to start, he From the back, it looks like a fresh and juicy peach.

The staff in charge of the TV broadcast was very bad. They specially cut the camera behind him and gave a close-up. It was not until the start command sounded that the camera re-cut back to the game in the swimming pool.

Ao Ling was in very good condition today, her starting reaction was almost perfect, and she jumped a long distance.

With just one start, he was half a body away from the Brazilian athlete in the second lane next to him.

The first 50 meters is the butterfly stroke he is good at, and he has maintained a leading position from the moment he entered the water.

Turning back to backstroke, he deliberately controlled the rhythm again, so that the two American and Japanese players behind him could see some hope.

After the backstroke, Ao Ling really fell to the second place, but the gap with the American player who overtook him was not that big.

In the third 50-meter breaststroke, Ao Ling suddenly remembered that in another competition, he was fouled when he turned around in the backstroke and swam the breaststroke. The reason was that he hit two butterfly legs.

Afterwards, he and Fu Xingtu analyzed it. In fact, it was just an instinctive movement of the body when diving underwater, and there was no obvious butterfly stroke at all.

To be clear, the Japanese player next to him was more obvious than him.

But the referee only sentenced him to a foul, and did not sentence the Japanese player to a foul.

From then on, Ao Ling began to deliberately correct every detail and every inadvertent small movement of herself.

He has seen so many international competitions, big and small, because they are Chinese athletes, whether they are referees or athletes from other countries, they all stare at them with colored glasses.

Only by doing the best in every detail can he leave others speechless.

Breaststroke has always been the strength of the Japanese, and because of this, they were able to have two players in the final in the medley.

Because in this stroke, the gap between athletes is very obvious.

In the first two strokes, the difference between the eight people was almost 1 second. After the breaststroke, the swimming pool was clearly divided into two groups.

Ao Ling, American players and two Japanese players are in front, and the remaining four players are behind.

After the third 50 meters, the Japanese player used his outstanding breaststroke ability to directly rush to the first place, while the American player fell to fourth because breaststroke is an obvious shortcoming.

In the last 50-meter freestyle, although Ao Ling couldn't see the other players because of the swimming lane.

But he has a very precise grasp of time in his heart, and feels that he has basically performed his normal level in the first three strokes, especially backstroke and breaststroke, and the last freestyle is also his strong point.

Up to now, although my physical strength has been exhausted, I gritted my teeth and rushed over the last 50 meters.

In the past three years, he has never retreated in the swimming pool. When he was exhausted, when his body was extremely hypoxic, and even when his hands and feet were no longer under his control... He never thought of giving up.

The words he said to himself the most in the swimming pool were - hurry up, and you will reach the end sooner, you can, you can!

No one has ever heard his cry, but in the underwater world that only belongs to him, he has broken his throat.

Even if he stops breathing and his heart ruptures in the next second, he must reach the end before dying.

It is this persistence towards death that often brings unexpected results.

Tapping the touchpad with his palm, Ao Ling stuck his head out of the water. He only dared to open his lips slightly, inhale in small mouthfuls, and then exhale slowly.

I am afraid that the severely hypoxic alveoli will explode like an overinflated balloon when a large amount of air pours in.

The Brazilian player next to him stretched out his hand and said something. Ao Ling's ears are still ringing, and he can't hear anything clearly.

But it is not difficult to see from the mouth shape of the other party that it is a sentence of "congratulations".

He suddenly loses interest in looking up at the big screen, the first thing any athlete does after a game.

Because, he is extremely sure that he is the champion of this competition, he has this confidence.

Inhale deeply on the surface of the water, and dive into the water to protrude a series of crystal clear bubbles. After repeated several times, the heart rate gradually stabilized.

Only then did the whole person recover from the hypoxic state.

Slowly going ashore, I suddenly found that two American players and two Japanese players surrounded the referees, and one of them was so loud that it was like arguing.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-1923:40:11~2021-05-2023:54:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: glasses and earrings, 1 juvenile dragon;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: soft godfather, Луyyyy10 bottles; tanxy1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!