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

The man propped his hands and elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and seriously analyzed his state in today's game to Fu Xingtu: "When I turned around, I knew I should speed up, and in fact I did the same. , but it turns out that the more I speed up the movement frequency, the more resistance I feel from the water."

Fu Xingtu pointed out his problem sharply: "You were too nervous, you jumped too deep when you entered the water, and you started to catch up with the freestyle rowers anxiously before you were completely out of the water, and then you found yourself lagging behind Xiaoqi, and your movements and rhythm were not enough. I started to accelerate without adjusting, and the whole swimming process was a mess."

The person sitting opposite is He Jiarui, one of the twins who lost to Ao Ling today.Fu Xingtu pointed out a mistake he made today, and he buried his head a little bit until he covered his face with his hands, looking very annoyed.

Ao Ling stood at the door without saying a word. He didn't expect that He Jiarui, as a player from province R, would come to find their coach from province C immediately after losing the game.

He Jiarui seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly raised his head and asked Fu Xingtu: "Who is Xiao Qi?"

Fu Xingtu raised his eyebrows: "It's my apprentice."

He Jiarui curled his lips: "Are you happy that I lost to your apprentice today?"

"Of course." As soon as Fu Xingtu turned his head, he saw Ao Ling standing at the door, and waved to him, and Ao Ling walked over to him and sat down.

Fu Xingtu put his hands on his shoulders: "I taught my disciples all by myself. I am naturally happy to win the championship, let alone two championships."

"Alas..." He Jiarui sighed: "It seems that I am not as good as an apprentice, or I will be your apprentice when I transfer to province C."

"Don't," Fu Xingtu hurriedly told him to stop, "Do you believe that Director Yang can chase after you with a knife?"

He Jiarui raised his eyebrows: "Are you afraid of him?"

Fu Xingtu put his hands behind his back casually: "The main reason is that I didn't like it."

It was a joke, He Jiarui wanted to pounce on him and bite him: "You don't even like me, so what kind of person can you like?"

Fu Xingtu hooked Gou Aoling's shoulder: "Of course it's my apprentice."

Ao Ling couldn't get in the way, and sat there quietly all the time. Although the two were fighting each other the whole time, Ao Ling could tell that they actually had a very good relationship.

At this time, Fu Xingtu glanced at the time and began to see off the guests: "The technical problem I just told you, I will think about it when I go back. We are going to have a meeting, so hurry up and leave."

He Jiarui reluctantly stood up, and before he left, he did not forget to say something harsh, and he didn't know whether to say it to Fu Xingtu or to Ao Ling who was beside him: "I will definitely not lose in the 50 meters tomorrow."

He walked out two steps and turned around again, this time he said to Ao Ling: "Neither does my brother."

"..."

Ao Ling didn't take his provocation to heart, he was still thinking about what Fu Xingtu said just now - "The technical problem I just told you, go back and think about it yourself."

Ao Ling's small head, which can only hold a chicken leg, has always been unable to think about too complicated problems.

But today, his thoughts suddenly became clear.He Jiarui is his opponent in the 50-meter freestyle final tomorrow. At this time, Fu Xingtu corrected the opponent's technical movements, which shows that the opponent hopes that He Jiarui will have a good performance tomorrow.

and so……

"Director Fu," Ao Ling raised his head to look at Fu Xingtu, bit his lower lip and asked a difficult question, "Do you very much hope that He Jiarui can take the first place tomorrow?"

Fu Xingtu half-closed his eyes and looked at him: "Why do you ask that?"

"..." Ao Ling didn't speak, he couldn't explain why, seeing his coach giving technical guidance to his opponent before the match, he felt very wronged.

With his hands still on his shoulders, Fu Xingtu asked with a playful smile, "If I wanted He Jiarui to win the championship tomorrow, what would you do?"

Ao Ling lowered her eyes, followed his words and said against her will: "Then I will let him."

Fu Xingtu's hand grabbed his neck: "How dare you!"

Ao Ling subconsciously leaned back, and was caught off guard by him on the bed. Fu Xingtu glared at him murderously: "Let me tell you, the essence of competitive sports is that there is an end point, and there is only one chicken leg, and only the one that reaches the end point the fastest People can eat it, are you sure you want to give this chicken leg to others?"

Ao Ling struggled a few times, and found that he and his coach were far apart in terms of strength and physique. The hand pinching his neck only looked fierce, but it didn't use much strength, so he simply gave up resisting and blinked. With big eyes, he asked Fu Xingtu: "Then can you not want He Jiarui to win the championship?"

Fu Xingtu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Ao Ling to say that, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just when he was about to let go, a person came in like a gust of wind outside the door, holding his wrist and pulling it back vigorously: "Director Fu, Director Fu! Calm down, calm down, Xiaoqi is just a child, what can't be done well?" Just a few words of local education, and corporal punishment for violations of the rules.”

Except for Liang Fan, no one dared to play this kind of talk in front of Fu Xingtu.

As soon as Liang Fan entered the room, the first thing he saw was the scene where Fu Xingtu pressed Ao Ling on the bed. His ferocious expression and fierce eyes looked like a pervert @pervert who wanted to attack the little white rabbit!

Fu Xingtu pushed him away, pulled Ao Ling to sit up, and straightened the collar of his sportswear for him: "Your opponent is not He Jiarui. In this kind of competition, your opponent is not anyone but you Own."

These words seem to be familiar, Qi Yi also said similar words during the day, but now the little dragon cub still doesn't quite understand, so he can only nod half understanding.

At this time, the time was approaching eight o'clock, and the team members came in one after another. Fu Xingtu picked up his notebook and prepared for the meeting.

The last person to come in was Li Sichen. He kept his head down and sat in the corner by the door, trying to minimize his presence.

A total of 15 people from the 4-year-old age group of the team came, and the other three won gold medals. He couldn't even make it to the finals. He felt like a superfluous person. He didn't even deserve to have a name in Fu Xingtu's team meeting. .

Fu Xingtu's meetings are always concise and to the point. Today, he even spared a compliment to three players who won gold medals, let alone wasting time to comfort a loser.

The third is the last match day of this "U Series" championship, and all the wonderful games are concentrated on this day.Including sprint finals and relay races for the 15 and 16-18 age groups.

Ao Ling will participate in a total of 6 races today, two 2-meter races in the morning, two 50-meter races in the afternoon, and two 2-meter races. He is the busiest in the whole team, and has several races to participate in every day.

The first two 50 meters are individual events, and the last four are all relays.Shen Fei patted him on the shoulder when he got up early in the morning, and said that if the pressure is too great, he can focus on two or three games.

Ao Ling thought about it for a while, the He Jiarui brothers are so arrogant, he must not lose to them.There is a high probability that he will also meet in the relay race. It is related to the honor of his teammates and the team, and he cannot lose!

In the 50-meter butterfly competition, He Jiaxuan seemed to be a different person from entering the field to standing on the starting platform. He never looked at Ao Ling from the beginning to the end, let alone provoke him.

He has been holding back his energy since losing the 100-meter butterfly yesterday, and he is bound to win today's match!

From the moment he entered the water, Ao Ling knew that it would be extremely difficult for him to win this match.

Anyone with eyes can tell that He Jiaxuan is a strength player, and the bulging deltoid and biceps on his arms can tell everything.

The waves he stirred up while paddling made the swimmers in the side lanes look like a flat boat in the boundless sea, undulating in the waves, and their bodies were pushed back and forth involuntarily.

In less than 25 meters, He Jiaxuan has already opened up a distance of half a body from the other players, and only Ao Ling can barely keep up with his rhythm.

However, Ao Ling is a player who has nothing to do with strength. She has a slender body and average lung capacity. She has only practiced butterfly stroke for more than a month, and being able to hold on to 30 meters in one breath is already the limit.

The moment he took a breath, Ao Ling knew that he had lost.

But even knowing the final result, he still refused to give up.Abandoning all distracting thoughts, my mind was blank, only my arms and body mechanically repeated strokes, gritted my teeth and used my perseverance to fight against the feeling of suffocation caused by the accumulation of carbon dioxide in the body.

Even if he loses the game, he must give it a go.

15 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters... The feeling of déjà vu once again swept through the whole body, the spirit over-dominated the body, resulting in muscle overload exercise, and a strong soreness ran through his limbs the moment his hands touched the plate.

All the strength in his body was taken away in an instant, and Ao Ling felt as if his body was being torn by an invisible big hand and sank to the bottom of the pool...

His feet couldn't reach the bottom of the pool, and his head couldn't come out of the water. He was hanging in the water up and down.

Suddenly, a powerful arm could not help but pull the other arms and swam towards the pool.

When his head came out of the water, Ao Ling took a deep breath, sank into the water, and then spit out all the air in his lungs. After repeated several times, the oxygen reached his limbs through the blood circulation, and he recovered from the suffocation. Feeling slowed down.

Ao Ling looked up in a daze, and found that the person pulling him was He Jiaxuan, who tore off his swimming goggles and yelled at him: "You're sick, right? You're desperate to win me? Do you think you In the Olympics?"

Ao Ling didn't want to win him, nor did he want to fight hard, he just didn't want to lose too badly, especially in front of Director Fu and the three senior brothers.

Fu Xingtu said last night: There is only one chicken leg at the end, whoever comes first will go.

Even if the chicken leg didn't belong to him in the end, he would rush over and take a bite first!