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

Today is the eighth competition day of the Paris Olympic Games and the last competition day of the swimming competition.

A total of five gold medals will be decided in the morning, namely the 50-meter freestyle for men and women, the 1500-meter freestyle for men and the 4×100-meter freestyle relay for men and women.

The women's competition is ahead, and after they have checked, the men's competition will follow.

The Flying Fish War has always been the most anticipated project by the audience, because of the visual impact brought by the speed, speed and passion, and pure power.

Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu sat side by side in the corner of the inspection room, watching the live match broadcast on TV.

In the final of the women's 50m freestyle, there was not a single Asian athlete. At a glance, there were eight Caucasian athletes lined up on the field. The smooth muscle lines, perfect body proportions, and impressive height did not lose to male athletes. .

Ao Ling said, "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" Fu Xingtu didn't understand, and thought he was talking about Han Xinyan.

Ao Ling said, "Your rumored girlfriend."

Fu Xingtu raised his hand, strangled his neck, and threatened his ear: "If you talk nonsense again, I will kiss you in front of everyone and the camera."

Ao Ling blinked her big eyes, looking expectant: "Come on, if you don't kiss, you're a puppy."

Fu Xingtu really had nothing to do with him, so he leaned into his ear helplessly: "Wow!"

Ao Ling smiled embarrassingly: "I really think Matsumoto has the strength to win the championship. It's a pity to see that she didn't make it to the final."

"This is the game. She didn't perform well yesterday and didn't make it to the final. Presence is very important. Look, Davis didn't make it to the final either."

Ao Ling frowned: "I always feel that something is wrong with him."

Fu Xingtu nodded in agreement: "I can also see that it's not just because of the state, the whole person's spirit and body are regressing like a cliff."

The two were chatting, the women's 50-meter freestyle competition was about to end, and they were about to enter.

The moment they stood up, the two of them shut up tacitly, and neither of them spoke to the other.

This time it was Ao Ling who walked in front and Fu Xingtu who walked behind.

In three years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in Ao Ling.He had grown taller and stronger, and he no longer had the timidity and gloom that Fu Xingtu had when he first met him, but became bright and cheerful, full of confidence.

He should have been such a young man, beautiful, beautiful, radiant, standing at the highest place, loved and looked up to by many people.

Three years ago, Fu Xingtu had brought him from the sports school in City A to the provincial team, and he had predicted that one day, he would have an amazing performance in the Olympics, perhaps a gold medal, or a world record.

But he would never have thought that it would be six gold medals and one world record.

Has anyone in Olympic history won six gold medals in a single event?

No!

His little apprentice has become No.1 in Olympic history.

At the beginning, Fu Xingtu insisted on going his own way and wanted to pay for an Olympic gold medal. It was not a relay race, but an individual competition.

He once said to Ao Ling that the relay race is a responsibility and the individual race is a dream.

He will be 24 years old in a few months. After going through the golden age of a swimmer's career, his physical fitness and state will begin to decline.

In the next four years, he will be 28 years old and Ao Ling will be 22 years old. At that time, his young apprentice has reached the peak of physical fitness and state. Even if I spend more time and energy in these four years, it will be difficult to beat him.

Having said that, no matter what, Fu Xingtu will not choose to retire after the Olympics. He likes to stand on the field rather than stand in the stands.

He likes to fight side by side with Ao Ling, rather than watching him go further and further away.

The 50-meter race took a very short time, and almost all eight athletes could swim within 22 meters.

The gap between No.1 and No.8 is only a few millimeters.

There is no strategy at all. Everyone swims from the beginning of the water to the finish line. The competition is to see who has more strength and faster speed.

Ao Ling didn't look at Fu Xingtu, and Fu Xingtu didn't look at him either. Both of them swam forward desperately with their heads buried.

The audience was also very nervous. At a glance, there was no gap between all the athletes in the first 25 meters.

After 25 meters, the gap gradually widened.

Obviously, Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu, as well as the American player Evans and the French native Irwin, are obviously faster than the other players, but the advantage is not great.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense and fierce, most of them were French, and there were also many Chinese spectators. Although the number of audiences was not dominant, the momentum overwhelmed the hosts.

The bright five-star red flags stretched into a sea of ​​red in the stands. The two Chinese players were really competitive. Among the white players, they successfully entered the final and still maintained their strength to compete for the championship.

From the perspective of the auditorium, the four players reached the finish line almost at the same time, and it was difficult to tell who was the faster with the naked eye. Everyone held their breath, and the eyes of thousands of people fell on the big screen at the scene.

The moment Ao Ling's head came out of the water, he felt that another big event was about to happen today, and his heart throbbed inexplicably. It was not due to the lack of oxygen caused by a lot of exercise, but an unexpected good thing was about to happen.

He couldn't wait to look up and saw his name and score, 21 seconds 20, and then saw Fu Xingtu's name, his heartbeat was like a brisk drumbeat, and it soared to more than 200 in an instant.

21 seconds 20! ! !

The two of them swam with exactly the same results, tied for first place, and both of them broke the Olympic record of 21 seconds at the same time!

The American player Evans behind them was only 0.01 seconds slower than them, while the French player was only 0.05 seconds slower.

That is to say, Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu reached the side sooner than the other two, or it was more reasonable for them to reach the side.

This gold medal, strength and luck, are indispensable.

At the moment when he saw the results, Ao Ling couldn't control his emotions at all, and waved his fists and roared angrily.

Then he turned his head to look at Fu Xingtu, who was still looking up at the big screen, with a smile on his face that Ao Ling had never seen before, with a grin that showed eight teeth.

To sum it up, it's called a smirk.

Seeing him like this, Ao Ling calmed down instead, and stretched out his hand to him across the waterline: "Congratulations, your dream has come true."

Fu Xingtu looked down at the hand he extended, raised it, but did not hold him, but directly hooked his neck from behind, pulled him to him, lowered his head, caught off guard, A peck on his lips, one touch and it's gone.

As expected, the kid's face instantly turned red to the ears, he grabbed his swimming cap, and stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do for a while.

Immediately there was a burst of screams from the auditorium, and even members of other representative teams nearby were clapping their hands to watch the excitement.

At this time, no one will think of their relationship in that way, but will think that this is a special way of celebration between the two tied champions.

After the kiss, Fu Xingtu let go of his hand, and went ashore as if nothing had happened, without turning his head to look at Ao Ling.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he didn't dare, in fact, he was a little impulsive just now, but seeing the innocent and satisfied smile on the little apprentice's face, he couldn't hold back...

This must be an unforgettable award for Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu. The two stood on the highest podium at the same time, and they were the only two of them.

After the national flag was hoisted, Ao Ling turned around and saw a little light reflected from the corner of Fu Xingtu's eyes—he was crying!

The dream that was supposed to be completed four years ago finally came true at this moment. In the past four years, he has experienced setbacks that ordinary people can't imagine, wandering between life and death, struggling between giving up and persistence, In the end, he returned to the game without hesitation.

There are not so many miracles in the world. Fu Xingtu was able to go from a serious heart disease patient to the current Olympic champion because the belief in his heart has never been extinguished, and he has earned it through hard training day after day.

After going through thousands of sails, he once again stood on the take-off platform that made him linger in his dreams. He lost the halo of a genius boy and added a bit of legend to his life. He is still a king.

When taking a group photo, Fu Xingtu naturally put his arms around Ao Ling's shoulders, and the two tilted their heads towards each other at the same time, and then touched each other lightly.

Ao Ling whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It feels like a wedding scene."

Fu Xingtu didn't take it seriously: "You are at most a puppy love, and you are still far away from getting married."

"Let's break up, senior year next semester, don't delay my Qingbei exam."

Breaking up is impossible to break up, don't even think about it in this life.

After the awards ceremony was the men's 1500m race, Fu Xingtu and Ao Ling would also participate in the 4×100m medley relay race, so the two of them didn't go to the stands at all, but ran to the back passage to find a Sit in an empty corner.

The live broadcast of the Olympic Games was delayed by only 10 minutes, and soon there was a group photo of the two of them on the podium on the Internet.

Fu Xingtu took out his phone, found the photo, looked at it for a long time, and finally commented: "It really looks a bit like it."

"Well," Ao Ling was also looking at his phone, mainly to see how the netizens blow his rainbow farts, "what does it look like?"

Fu Xingtu said, "It's a bit like getting married."

Ao Ling glanced at his mobile phone. The two people were head to head, holding a gold medal and flowers, holding a mascot in their arms, smiling a little silly at the camera.

Ao Ling thought to himself, if such a stupid Fu Xingtu was seen by his teammates in province C, his image as a domineering president would collapse from then on. Can he continue to work as a coach after retiring?

Then, I heard Fu Xingtu continue to say: "I will print it out when I go back."

"Ok?"

"Then enlarge the photo and hang it on the bedside in the bedroom."

Ao Ling: "!!!"

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感谢在2021-05-2217:35:20~2021-05-2323:54:38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 mine: Ye Luoyu rare 1;

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