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

In just 10 minutes, Ao Ling will participate in two finals, and it is still a 100-meter event that requires a combination of explosive power and physical fitness.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Shen Fei knew him too well as a junior, and his physical fitness couldn't keep up with his brain. I'm afraid it would be a bit strenuous to swim freestyle.

Besides, Ao Ling's opponent is He Jiarui from Province R, a genius who became famous at a young age.

"Can it work?" He asked Fu Xingtu beside him.

Fu Xingtu shrugged his shoulders, his attitude was very indifferent: "If it doesn't work, forget it."

Yes, it’s okay, he’s reported a lot of events to Ao Ling, and it’s really not for him to compete for the championship with those athletes who have been practicing since childhood.

His purpose was very simple from the beginning, he just wanted Ao Ling to seize every opportunity to exercise himself, and to make up for the on-the-spot experience that he had lost in the past few years through continuous competitions.

Only in this way, when it comes to big competitions, even international competitions, he will not be frightened when facing opponents who are older than her, stronger than him, and have more experience than him.

However, after a few games yesterday and today, Fu Xingtu found that he seemed to be overthinking. That kid was in a very good mood, and he didn't understand stage fright at all.

Every time he stands on the starting platform, he seems to be completely immersed in his own world. He doesn't care about his opponent at all, and his opponent's performance will not have too much influence on his performance.

This kind of innate and good psychological quality is self-evident for an excellent athlete. In many cases, the decisive factor for the success of the game is often not the strength, but the performance on the spot.

This is why, some athletes can swim amazingly during training, but they always perform mediocre in the competition.

Of course, in Fu Xingtu's eyes, Ao Ling is not without flaws. Physical quality is not as good as psychological quality. The fatal problem is not enough explosive power and endurance.

The result of the game surprised everyone. Until the last moment of the game, probably even He Jiarui himself did not expect that he would lose the game, and the loss was clean and tidy, without any chance of struggling.

Looking at his own results on the big screen, he was 0.8 seconds away from his personal best and 1.4 seconds away from Ao Ling.

He admitted that he didn't play well. This is the first time that when he was in the game, from the moment he entered the water, there was always someone in front of him.

No matter how hard he chases, there is no way to overtake him. The more impatient he is, the more he speeds up his strokes and kicks, but the less he can feel the driving force of the water, instead the surrounding water binds him firmly.

Before the game, my younger brother said that he must win the game to avenge him, but he wanted to break Fu Xingtu's game record so that he could go to that person's room to show off at night, but...

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the big screen. When he saw the results displayed behind Ao Ling's name again, all the strength in his whole body seemed to be drained suddenly. can go up.

At this time, a hand appeared in front of his eyes, with distinct joints, white and slender, like a girl's hand, but even stronger, pulling him up.

Looking up, Ao Ling's innocent and healing smile made him almost forget that it was this person who defeated him just now.

Not only defeated him, but also broke the tournament record set by Fu Xingtu six years ago!

Ao Ling is a fool. He saw that the opponent tried several times but failed to get up from the swimming pool. He thought it was due to too much physical exertion in the match just now, so he gave his hand. He didn't even consider that he just smashed the opponent's body. Championship dream.

He Jiarui struggled for a long time, and was about to say "thank you", but he didn't know that someone shouted at the top of his voice in the distance, and the boy ran away in a flash.

He Jiarui followed the prestige, and saw the child's jumping back rushing straight to the corner of the field, where two people were waiting for him, and he jumped up from a long distance, and threw himself into the arms of those two people.

The three teenagers hugged each other tightly, and Xiao Qi raised her head and begged for praise: "Is my performance today okay?"

Qi Yi rubbed his head: "Not bad."

Liang Fan bumped him with an elbow from the side: "Will you be able to speak? What do you mean is not bad? You only won one gold medal yourself, and our Xiao Qi won two. Today's performance is perfect!"

Ao Ling turned her head, glanced in the direction of the swimming pool, lowered her voice and said to the two people around her: "I said that if I want to beat him, I will definitely do it."

Qi Yi rested his hand on Ao Ling's shoulder: "Xiao Qi, remember, it's no big deal to win against him, and your future opponent will not be him either. Your performance today is very good, but it is far from enough."

Ao Ling looked into the other person's eyes, Qi Yi's eyes were always so firm, he was always a clear-headed person who knew exactly what he wanted.

They had just won all the men's 15-meter championships in the 100-year-old age group. Standing there, the three teenagers seemed to be shining, attracting the attention of everyone present.The cheerful atmosphere emanating from the inside out among the three deeply infected everyone present.

That is the unique youth and vigor unique to their age. With unremitting struggle, they pursue their dreams down-to-earth at the most important stage of life.

Shen Fei's mobile phone camera in the stands has been following his three juniors. Unfortunately, because he is one year older than the three of them, he cannot compete with them.

It doesn't matter, there will be more important events in the future, waiting for them to conquer together.

The three stood on the podium one by one, Xiaolong cub stood up twice, got two gold medals and two mascots, very happy.

When passing by a stand, a little girl stretched out her hand to him. Without thinking about it, Ao Ling handed one of the mascots to the other party.

Now all the small members of the representative team are discussing a name. It only took him 10 minutes to go from being unknown to winning two gold medals in a row in the morning to setting a new tournament record.

It was only now that everyone suddenly realized that the 100-meter butterfly final seemed to go hand in hand just now, but someone was trying to save energy for the subsequent 100-meter freestyle final.

At the top of the stand, Shen Xingguo smiled from ear to ear, while Yang Bin on the other side had an increasingly gloomy expression.

Competitions like the "U Series" are not worth mentioning in his eyes. He never thought that his two most proud disciples would fail in such a competition.

But now, not only lost the gold medal, but also lost to the same person.

Director Yang was in a bad mood, and the confidence he had built up over the years was instantly shattered. The reality was too cruel, and he couldn't accept it.

"His name is Ao Ling?" The middle-aged man wearing glasses repeated the word "Ao Ling" twice. Before Shen Xingguo could answer, he added with a meaningful smile, "It's kind of interesting. , Fu Xingtu kept the tournament record for six years, but he actually broke it."

Shen Xingguo smiled and waved his hand: "It's less than a tenth of a second. Back then, Fu Xingtu participated in this competition purely to accumulate competition experience, and he never tried his best."

At first hearing these words, I don't know whether he is really humble, or he is engaged in Versailles literature.

What level of swimmer Fu Xingtu is, none of the coaches here is clear.

Not to mention semi-amateur competitions such as the "U series", he does not hold the record for short-distance freestyle in any swimming competition in the country, even the national record and Asian record are still his!

However, when Fu Xingtu had already retired and was still dominating the domestic swimming world, the fledgling Ao Ling was able to break his record!

Everyone cast envious glances at Shen Xingguo: "Director Shen, you copied another Fu Xingtu, or the almighty version of Fu Xingtu!"

"He's not far off!"

At this time, a voice came from the side, and everyone looked sideways. The tall young man put his hands in the pockets of his sports pants and walked towards them casually. It was Fu Xingtu himself.

He stood in front of the middle-aged man wearing glasses, immediately stood upright, and said politely: "Director Song, long time no see."

The other party nodded: "It's been almost a year."

When Ao Ling returned to the stands, he didn't see Fu Xingtu for the first time. After wandering around the stands, he found him in the last row.

Seeing him surrounded by a group of middle-aged uncles, one of them raised his hand, probably trying to pat him on the shoulder, but he couldn't reach it, so he took the next best thing and patted his arm.

The two chatted for a few words. Although they both had smiles on their faces, Ao Ling could tell that there was no smile in their Director Fu's eyes.

Afterwards, Fu Xingtu returned to the stand where they were, and the women's team's game was next, and he just sat on the sideline without saying a word, in a daze.

Ao Ling thought that he would be very happy when he won two gold medals, but obviously, he is not happy at all now, but Ao Ling doesn't know why.

Shen Fei's competition was in the afternoon, a 16-meter freestyle preliminaries for the age group of 18-400 years old. Shen Fei's performance was similar to his training time. He swam the whole course with ease and entered the final with the first place in the group.

In the evening, according to Fu Xingtu's habit, the team members were still called to his room for a meeting at eight o'clock.

Ao Ling knew that Fu Xingtu didn't like others being late, so whether it was training or meetings, he arrived early every time.

At about [-]:[-], Ao Ling came out of the room and saw the door of the opposite room was ajar, with voices coming from inside, he walked in without thinking.

There were two people sitting in the room, the one sitting on the bed was Fu Xingtu, and the other was sitting on the stool opposite him.