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

Liang Fan stood in the stands and watched the game. When he saw Ao Ling's mistake, he was even more nervous than when he was playing.

Seeing him going forward in the water, burying his head in desperate pursuit, he clenched his fists involuntarily.

From being the bottom one after a mistake, to clinging to the side lane and holding on to the second position all the way, and finally reaching the finish line almost at the same time as No.1, Liang Fan almost wanted to jump up and shout for him.

Although this is just a preliminaries, seeing this kind of full-speed sprinting scene still makes the audience excited. In addition, most of them are athletes, so of course they like to watch this kind of plot where they counterattack from a disadvantage and finally turn defeat into victory.

Although in the end Ao Ling failed to turn the defeat into victory with a difference of 0.3 seconds, the players of other teams present were still impressed.

So, in the surrounding stands, one question after another began to be discussed - who is Ao Ling.

This question is too difficult. A player who only participated in the "U Series" game for the first time at the age of 15, how would anyone know who he is?

Before the final list came out, Li Sichen never thought that he won the first place in this group, but he would not be ranked in the top eight of the total score.At that time, he was joking with the people around him: "If swimming is like the World Cup group stage, where only the top two in each group can appear, then this group is the death group."

But swimming is not the World Cup after all, and it is impossible to win the top two in each group.

When the teammates around him glanced at the big screen, and then looked at him hesitantly, that bad premonition gradually rose from the bottom of Li Sichen's heart.

He turned his head, and the first thing he saw was the name of Ao Ling, who was ranked second. He kept going down, and he didn't see himself when he reached the eighth.

After a brief stay, the big screen turned a page, and his name appeared in the ninth position, a difference of 8 seconds from No.0.83.

His heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand suddenly, and it was extremely uncomfortable.At the last second, he was still thinking that Ao Ling was unlucky, he was placed in the death group, and he made a mistake, so he probably missed the final.

In the next second, the person who missed the final was himself!

The teammate next to him patted him on the back, and comforted him calmly: "It's a pity, it's only a few tenths of a second away. Who would have expected that the top five in the fourth group would all enter the final. Don't worry too much." Come on, didn't you also apply for the 50-meter freestyle?"

Instead of being comforted, Li Sichen became even more depressed. He lowered his head, not wanting others to see his red eye sockets.

Can he swim past Ao Ling in the 50-meter freestyle?

At this time, the little girl who was holding the A-shaped board just now suddenly asked from behind: "Why did my brother almost fall when he set off? Is it because he was too nervous?"

All the experienced team members present knew what happened just now, but no one took a little girl's question seriously, and no one was willing to answer her well.

However, what was unexpected was that Fu Xingtu actually turned around and answered the little girl's question: "There is water on the starting platform, and he slipped when he stepped on the platform."

Before that, there had been countless games on the field, and a puddle of water had accumulated on the starting platform. When Ao Ling found out, others had already stood on it.

The little girl clapped her hands and said, "My brother is amazing, he can swim to No.2 this way, and he will definitely win the championship in the final!"

At this time, someone next to him gave him a disdainful look: "Little girl, do you know who the person in the first row is?"

At this time, Ao Ling did not return to the stands, because after the 100-meter breaststroke preliminaries, he had to participate in a 100-meter butterfly preliminaries, so he went directly to the locker room to change into a pair of swimming trunks in a hurry, thinking about Qi Yi's competition, He quickly returned to the sidelines.

Because the inspection room was full of athletes who were about to play, and Ao Ling couldn't enter the arena at will, so he could only stand obediently at the door and look out.

Qi Yi is simply a bug in this age group, and it can be said to be a blow to other opponents in the same group. In the 100-meter breaststroke, he was able to pull out the difference of two heights, and entered the final with the No.1 result without any suspense.

For the audience, although his level is very high, this crushing victory lacks the possibility of drama and reversal, which makes it less fun to discuss.

Qi Yi went ashore from the pool without panting, picked up his clothes and was not in a hurry to return to the dressing room, but found a corner and waited.

Ao Ling had just gone through a thrilling freestyle preliminaries. Up to now, she had rested for less than 10 minutes, and she was about to throw herself into the more physically demanding 100-meter butterfly.

He felt that the muscles all over his body were still in a state of soreness, but when he looked up and saw Shen Fei and Liang Fan giving him a thumbs up, and the burning eyes in Fu Xingtu's eyes when he looked at him, he immediately put away all the pain in his body. Forgot all about it, and stood on the starting platform without hesitation.

This time there was no accident, everything went according to Ao Ling's pre-match plan. He stabilized the rhythm in the early stage and did not fall behind. After turning around, he gradually accelerated. In the end, Ao Ling, whose physical fitness had declined too much, still had some reservations, and won the fourth place. entering the finals.

Holding her sportswear and pants in one hand, and swimming goggles and swimming cap in the other, Ao Ling happily rushed to Qi Yi who was waiting for him in the corner.

He ran all the way here, attracting a lot of attention, and many girls in the stands were screaming: "His skin is so white!"

"His waist is so thin!"

"The ass is still sticky!"

"The key is to have a good-looking face!"

"..."

Qi Yi felt ashamed and wished he could turn around and pretend not to know him, but Ao Ling had already rushed over and gave him a warm hug.

Although every pore in his body was clamoring to refuse, Qi Yi changed all the things in his hand to his right hand, freeing his left hand to hug the cutie who was rushing towards him.

But he couldn't help but scolded: "Is it okay to be a little promising, you are so excited to be in the finals."

Ao Ling was not happy because he entered the final, but he just felt that it was not easy to swim through this game smoothly.

The two went to the locker room to change and returned to the stands.Shen Fei handed them both a bottle of water and asked them to sit down and rest for a while.

Ao Ling sat in the empty seat beside Fu Xingtu, looked at his coach with a smile, and begged for praise.

However, Fu Xingtu seemed to regard him as air, keeping his head down and writing something in his notebook.

The next match was the women's team. There seemed to be something wrong there. The coach of the women's team hurried over and called Fu Xingtu away.

As soon as he left, Liang Fan sat next to Ao Ling: "Xiaoqi, your freestyle just now was too fierce. You went from eighth to second. I feel that your last stroke was right to the side. You can win." He Jiarui's."

Qi Yi unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water: "What's the use of winning him now? Save him for the final."

Sitting in the front row of them, a member of an unknown team turned around and interjected: "No way, this is starting to swell. Do you want to win He Jiarui in the final?"

Ao Ling rolled his eyes and asked the most classic question: "Who is He Jiarui, why can't I beat him?"

The man smiled contemptuously: "That's up to you to win him."

Shen Fei passed a piece of chocolate to Ao Ling from behind, the latter took it and broke it into two without even thinking about it, handed one half to Qi Yi, and stuffed the other half into his mouth: "Is he very powerful?"

Qi Yi only ate dark chocolate, he didn't even touch this kind of milk chocolate that was so sweet, he waved his hand, signaling Ao Ling to eat it by himself.

The man continued to give him popular science: "Joined the national team at the age of 13, and the coach of Province R called him a rare short-distance freestyle genius in a century, the successor of Fu Xingtu."

Hearing the words "Fu Xingtu", Ao Ling was not happy, so he stuffed half a piece of chocolate into Liang Fan's mouth, sucked his finger again, and said innocently, "He is the one I won!"

"..."

Liang Fan hooked his shoulders, and the two of them touched their foreheads: "Our Xiao Qi is the best!"

Qi Yi on the other side rolled his eyes at each of them, and mouthed a word of idiot, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Ao Ling was wondering what the phrase "Fu Xingtu's successor" meant, and what came to mind was the scene of He Jiarui chasing him with an A-board!

He was wondering how he got such a strange brain hole, and suddenly put an absorbent towel on his head, Shen Fei reminded him: "Quickly dry your hair."

"Oh……"

Li Sichen was sitting on the other side. Although his roommate was talking and laughing, half of his attention was always on Ao Ling.

His mind was in a mess, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. He couldn't help but make some meaningless assumptions: If the one who failed to enter the final was Ao Ling, what would Shen Fei and the three of them do to him?

Ao Ling's attention is now on the field, and the next person to play is Xu Zitong, the girl who came to the provincial team from the city sports school with him.

They usually have a good relationship, because Xu Zitong wants to listen to Fu Xingtu's guidance, and Ao Ling will ask her to go with her every time he has extra training.

Xiaolongzai always remembers that on the first day when he came here, the girl gave him her chicken leg and said that they would work together to enter the national team.

Xu Zitong also swims short-distance freestyle. Although he has received more professional training after coming to the provincial team, coupled with his hard work, his performance has improved rapidly.However, looking at it on a national scale, it can only be ignored.

Ao Ling had a rough guess after watching the first group competition. Fortunately, Xu Zitong was lucky enough to barely rank No.8 and entered the final.

I went back to the hotel at noon and had lunch. There was an hour lunch break. Ao Ling fell asleep after touching the pillow. He still had two competitions in the afternoon, the 200-meter medley and the 400-meter freestyle, in the 15 and 16-18 age groups. In the main all-around event, athletes are required to submit these two items.

Therefore, the competition in these two competitions is very fierce.Fu Xingtu knew Ao Ling's physical fitness better than anyone else, and he didn't force him. He only wanted to be in the top eight in the final score. He focused on the preliminaries of the 50-meter butterfly and 50-meter freestyle.