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

Ao Ling took the paper in his hand and glanced at it. On it was the typed report card, which happened to be the eight people who participated in the 200-meter medley, but it was not their medley results, but the previous physical test results.

Because the participating athletes take part in the physical test one after another, some are earlier and some are later. Ao Ling and the others are considered early, but the results will not come out until a day later.

According to the results, Ao Ling not only successfully passed the physical fitness test, but also at the upper-middle level.And the results of the eight of them who participated in the finals have all come out, and only six of them have reached the standard. Unfortunately, Guo Zifan is one of the two who did not meet the standard.

In other words, not only did he have no results in the 200-meter medley, but he also had no results in all subsequent individual competitions.

However, in order not to affect the selection of next year's Asian Games, the main committee stipulated that athletes who failed the physical test would only be disqualified from this event, not from the Asian Games. Therefore, he had to continue to participate in the following games, but Even if you break the world record, you can't win the championship.

The high spirits between his brows disappeared in an instant, Xiaolong Cub was upset, and handed the paper back to Fu Xingtu: "What do you mean?"

Fu Xingtu was a little surprised by his bad tone. No member of the team dared to speak to him in this tone: "Pay attention to your attitude."

The seventh prince can't control his attitude now, so he just said what he thought in his heart: "Do you think it's because he didn't pass the physical test and didn't take it seriously during the competition, so I picked up the omission and won the championship?"

Fu Xingtu kept his eyes on the game on the field, not looking at him at all: "You said it yourself, I didn't say it."

"You didn't say it, but that's what you thought."

Fu Xingtu shrugged noncommittally: "It's a fact that Guo Zifan failed the physical test. In this event, he once scored 1 minute and 56 seconds. It doesn't mean anything if you beat him by 2 minutes and 01 seconds."

"Huh!" Ao Ling couldn't understand what he was saying, but felt that Director Fu was very disappointed, picked up his backpack and sat on the seat on the farthest side, tore open the biscuit packaging bag, and ate it angrily.

Until the evening meeting, Fu Xingtu called him Ao Ling several times but ignored him.

Anyway, he only has the preliminaries for tomorrow's game, so it's nothing important.

Fu Xingtu always kept short stories in meetings, going through the competitions that everyone participated in the next day, concise and to the point, and ended in 10 minutes.

"Xiaoqi, stay here for a while." Fu Xingtu sat on the sofa by the window and stopped Ao Ling who was about to go out.

Little Dragon Cub reluctantly leaned against the wall, watching his teammates walk out of the room.

Everyone felt the tense atmosphere between their president Fu and the junior brother, and thought that Ao Ling had done something to anger the tyrant, and that he was going to be left behind for a good education, and all cast sympathetic glances at him.

After everyone left, Fu Xingtu waved to Ao Ling: "Come here."

Although reluctant, Ao Ling walked over obediently.

Fu Xingtu raised his eyelids to look at him: "Are you angry?"

Ao Ling stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, obviously he was the one who was angry, but he stood like a student who made a mistake: "Don't dare."

Fu Xingtu smiled lightly: "Your face turned into a bun with anger, and you said you dare not, what are you afraid of?"

Ao Ling said: "Do you have anything else to do? I'll go back to my room to rest."

Fu Xingtu picked up a bag of something from the table next to him, waved and threw it into Ao Ling's arms. Xiaolong looked down and saw that it was his favorite beef jerky.

The corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously, and suddenly he thought that he was still angry, so the corners of his mouth were suppressed, but the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden no matter what.

Fu Xingtu asked him, "Are you happier?"

Ao Ling tore open the beef jerky and stuffed a piece into his mouth first: "This is not something that a bag of beef jerky can solve."

Fu Xingtu looked at him in surprise: "Then what else do you want?"

Ao Ling stretched out two fingers: "Two bags."

"Okay." Fu Xingtu was about to die of his crush, "I'll make up for the remaining bag when I go back."

The little dragon cub showed a smile: "Deal."

He turned around to leave, but a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind. Fu Xingtu stood in front of him and held his shoulders. Can't help but get serious.

"Xiao Qi, remember, we are not a swimming powerhouse, your opponent is not here, and if you win, there is nothing to be happy about."

What he said made Ao Ling a little confused, what is a strong swimming country, where is his opponent, why can't he be happy when he wins... countless questions linger in Xiaolongzi's mind, he seems to understand, but he doesn't understand.

Fu Xingtu patted his head: "Alright, let's go back and rest."

The next day, Ao Ling's competition was in the afternoon, but he got up early and came to the swimming pool because Liang Fan's 100-meter backstroke final was held in the morning. He took a good position in the middle of the first row and cheered for his seniors.

Before Liang Fan was about to go down for inspection, Ao Ling gave him a high five and asked, "Brother, come back with a champion!"

Liang Fan showed a troubled expression: "It's a bit difficult. Look at that, last year's 100-meter backstroke champion, that one, No.4 in the World Championships, and that one, the silver medal in the Asian Games."

Ao Ling thought for a while and said, "Then it's no problem for you to get No.4."

"..."

Liang Fan made an "OK" gesture, turned around and left, and was caught by Fu Xingtu within two steps. He also took a piece of paper and showed him a look. The person who was smiling just now suddenly became quiet, feeling ashamed lowered his head.

Ao Ling guessed what was going on as soon as he saw the piece of paper, but Fu Xingtu took him to a corner, deliberately avoiding other people, so he couldn't hear what they said between them.

They talked for a short time, Fu Xingtu looked as usual, but Liang Fan lowered his head in embarrassment.

After the two chatted, Liang Fan continued to walk down the stands, but at this time Ao Ling suddenly ran over, Liang Fan turned around, and just as he was about to ask him what he was doing, the little dragon pounced on him and hugged him: "Come on, brother!" , I don't want to be separated from you."

"!!!"

After saying this, Liang Fan's eyes were red, and he rubbed his junior brother's head vigorously, but finally turned around and walked away quickly without saying anything.

After starting, Liang Fan was only ranked sixth, which made Ao Ling in the stands so anxious that he stood up from his chair at once, holding the railing in front of him with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

Liang Fan belongs to the type with very long hands and feet, and long and wide palms and soles. When paddling, it is like bringing hand webs and flippers with him, and he walks very fast.

Backstroke, as the name suggests, is a stroke in which you lie face up on the water so that spectators can see the athlete's face in the splash.

Liang Fan's expression was very calm, neither nervous nor excited.

Ao Ling felt that she was more anxious than him, and wanted to shout his name at the swimming pool, because she knew he couldn't hear him, so she held back.

In the first 50-meter turn, Liang Fan's technique was obviously superior to that of the others, and Lian Chao came to fourth place when he came out of the water.

The three opponents in front of him happened to be the three he mentioned to Ao Ling just now.

Almost as soon as he turned around, Liang Fan started to speed up. The audience's attention was all on the three people in lanes [-], [-], and [-] in the middle. No one noticed that the person in lane [-] had quietly chased him up.

In the end, Liang Fan surpassed the two again within 30 meters of the finish line, only less than a second behind the Asian Games silver medalist.

This made Ao Ling in the stands so happy that he jumped up and almost threw his arm at Fu Xingtu, Qi Yi hurriedly took him to his side.

Just kidding, Mr. Fu holds grudges very much, if he accidentally hit him, he might have to mess with the kids.

Liang Fan went back to the stands without waiting for the awards ceremony. When he saw him, Qi Yi's indifferent face showed a relieved expression: "I thought you would come back to see us with the sixth prize."

Liang Fan was flattered: "You are worried about me."

"That's right, caring for mentally handicapped children."

"..."

Ao Ling guessed right, Liang Fan was also a member of the army who failed the physical fitness test, and Fu Xingtu picked him up just now to tell him about it.

Liang Fan is 15 years old this year, and his birthday is only one month older than Ao Ling. He has a cheerful personality, bold and careful, and often tries repeatedly on the verge of violating team rules. He is the most worry-free player under Fu Xingtu.

But he is extremely talented in backstroke, which is undoubtedly the main reason why Fu Xingtu can tolerate him for half a year.

But now, Fu Xingtu couldn't take it anymore, and gave him an ultimatum, either show his attitude, or leave the provincial team and let him choose.

Liang Fan didn't give an answer right away, and Fu Xingtu didn't force him, everything will be discussed after the game is over, but if he wants to stay, it's not without request.

Ao Ling seemed to have a premonition, so he rushed to hug Liang Fan at that time, and said the last sentence to him.

In the afternoon, Qi Yi was going to participate in the final of the 100-meter breaststroke. Among all the players, he was the one who made Fu Xingtu worry the most. He always kept a clear head, always knew what he wanted, was persistent, and had a strong sense of faith.

Apart from Shen Fei, Qi Yi is the oldest one in the 403 dormitory. He turned 1 in January. In fact, he is only one month older than Liang Fan and two months older than Ao Ling, but his thinking is much more mature than the two of them. .

But the adult competition is not a youth competition after all. No matter how awesome Qi Yi is, he is still not yet 16 years old. Compared with the athletes at his peak, there is still a certain gap in all aspects. The final result is the same as Liang Fan, winning a silver medal.

It is not difficult to see that he himself was very dissatisfied with this result, and just stepped off the podium with one leg, he took off the medal around his neck.

After returning to the stands, Fu Xingtu first patted him on the shoulder: "After all, he has won the national championship for three years. It is not shameful for you to lose to him."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Qi Yi's lips: "In my opinion, it would be embarrassing to lose to anyone in the country."

Liang Fan leaned over with a playful smile: "Anyway, I've already lost him, so I want to open up. We are really brothers and sisters."

Qi Yi pushed him away in disgust: "I am fundamentally different from you."

"Tch, aren't they all second, why are you better than me?"

"Wrong." Qi Yi picked up the silver medal and waved it in front of his eyes: "I am second, you have no grades."

In the 100-meter butterfly preliminaries, Ao Ling and He Jiaxuan were in the same group again. When entering the field, the other party turned around and asked him in a provocative tone, "Do you want to compete?"

Ao Ling shrugged indifferently: "Okay."

In the end, He Jiaxuan took the first place in the group, and Ao Ling only got the third place in the group.

Butterfly stroke is originally a swimming stroke that consumes a lot of physical strength, and it requires particularly high waist and abdomen strength.

After landing, He Jiaxuan was panting all the time. He glanced at the results on the big screen. He entered the final with the first place in the semi-finals. Ao Ling was more than a second behind him. He was so excited: "You lost."

Ao Ling nodded without panting: "I lost." After packing up his things, he patted He Jiaxuan on the shoulder as he walked out, "Take a good rest and see you in the final tomorrow."

"..."

He Jiaxuan felt that something was wrong, as if he had been tricked.

Before entering the locker room, Ao Ling looked back at the big screen again.During the meeting last night, Fu Xingtu mentioned to him that in the short-distance butterfly event, the person he should pay attention to is not He Jiaxuan, but a man named Fan Yuhao.

This person was No.1 in the other group, but his result was 0.4 seconds slower than He Jiaxuan.

Obviously, they put their efforts in the preliminaries and semi-finals. Even so, they only ranked second with a gap of 0.4 seconds, which shows their strength.

The 100-meter butterfly requires high physical fitness, which is equivalent to the 200-meter freestyle. Among the four individual events, Ao Ling is most uncertain about this event. Therefore, pay special attention to the opponent's situation.

In the evening, he used his mobile phone to search for Fan Yuhao's game video.After reading it, I found that in front of this person, He Jiaxuan was simply a younger brother.

The other party didn't look like an Asian at all, but closer to European and American races.Ao Ling glanced at his encyclopedia before suddenly realizing.

Fan Yuhao, 23 years old, is an international elite athlete, Chinese-Russian mixed race, his father is from R province, and his mother is Russian. He has been living and training in Russia before, and only returned to China a few years ago. He is considered a naturalized athlete.

In the 100-meter butterfly event, looking at the whole of Asia, he can be said to be unmatched.Not only is the national record kept, but it also broke the Asian record four years ago and even tied the world record last year.

If Fu Xingtu is the ceiling of domestic short-distance freestyle, then Fan Yuhao is the nightmare of athletes who focus on short-distance butterfly.

Ao Ling repeated a video several times, and even slowed down the playback speed.

Finally, even Shen Fei couldn't stand it anymore, and went to sit beside him: "Don't look, the more you drive, the less confident you are."

Ao Ling was surprised and said: "How can I not have confidence, even if he is the Olympic champion, so what, but I..."

He swallowed the words "Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace" back alive, for fear of scaring his senior brother.

"I'm a team member led by Director Fu. I'm not afraid of anyone."

Xiao Zai Zai Zai Zai's fierce words made his senior brother Chen Fei cute: "That's right, let's not compare with him, as long as we can swim out of our true level."

Ao Ling clenched his fist secretly, not to compare himself with anyone else, the nightmare of domestic short-distance butterfly swimming, this nightmare has been going on for several years, and it is time to wake up.

During the warm-up before the race, Fan Yuhao and He Jiaxuan from Province R happened to be in another swimming lane. Ao Ling stood by and watched for a while. That kind of strong sense of strength and running ability, even if it is a warm-up swim that does not pursue speed, is also very impressive. People are shocked.

"Why are you in a daze, get into the water quickly." The scolding of his teammates brought Ao Ling's attention back, and he quickly got into the water to start warming up.

The 100-meter butterfly was held at around ten o'clock in the morning. When the athletes entered the field, there were many people in the stands, and many people shouted Fan Yuhao's name loudly.

Fan Yuhao took off his shirt, showed off his full pectoralis major and eight-pack abs, and then waved to his fans in the stands, which immediately attracted a group of girls screaming, flashing lights one after another.

"..."

Ao Ling followed the prestige and found that there was a large group of people sitting in the middle of the stands. They were holding fancy signs with the words "Fan Yuhao" written on them. Banner: "Fan Yuhao Fan Support Club."

"???"

The little dragon cub had never seen this formation before.My head is full of question marks, what are fans?What is the support club?

At this time, the prompt sounded, and all athletes stepped onto the starting platform.

Ao Ling was in the second lane, and He Jiaxuan and Fan Yuhao were in the fourth and fifth lanes respectively. Before he bent down, he glanced sideways at the two of them, and found that He Jiaxuan was also looking at him, with a smug look on his face. He looked like a brat with the backing of an adult.

Ao Ling looked away, looked at the water surface, and roughly assessed the entry point.Hold the edge of the starting platform tightly with your front feet, step on the platform with your back feet, and listen to the starting instructions with all your attention.

The moment before entering the water, Ao Ling has caught it out of the corner of his eye, and a certain swimming lane on the other side has already splashed water.

From the distance and passage, it is not difficult to guess that that person is not He Jiaxuan, but Fan Yuhao.

According to the automaton system and the high-definition camera, his starting reaction was the fastest among the eight athletes, taking only 0.71 seconds. Ao Ling came in second at 0.73 seconds, and He Jiaxuan came in third at 0.91 seconds.

There are two swimming lanes in the middle. After entering the water, it is difficult for Ao Ling to grasp Fan Yuhao's situation. He doesn't even know the location of He Jiaxuan.

Butterfly strokes were out of the water very quickly. At this time, the gap between the eight athletes could already be seen. There is no doubt that Fan Yuhao ranked first, followed by Ao Ling and He Jiaxuan.

Butterfly stroke is a highly ornamental swimming stroke. The combination of strength and speed bursts out with unparalleled beauty. It spreads its arms and jumps into the air. It uses the strength of its waist and abdomen to drive its legs to continuously slap the water surface, like the tail of a mermaid. It's like a dolphin jumping.

Both Fan Yuhao and He Jiaxuan belong to the power type, and every time they paddle, they can't wait to set off huge waves in the swimming lane of a square inch.

Although both belong to the power type, there is still a big difference between the two people. He Jiaxuan is a young and energetic boy who is desperate and reckless in the water, while Fan Yuhao is much calmer than him. High technical content.

Compared with them, Ao Ling's figure is lighter and more agile. The audience can't feel the traces of his arms at all with the naked eye, but they can see the soft rhythm of his whole body in the crystal waves. It is a butterfly among the flowers, and it is also like a fish jumping in a stream, free and unrestrained.

Some people like brave sprints, while others like butterflies wearing flowers. Besides, Ao Ling's speed is not slow. The combination of speed and flexibility collides with another kind of beauty.

Turn around at 50 meters, speed up and rush to the edge of the pool, clap your hands on the touch board, lean back, bend your knees, kick the side hard, and the butterfly legs quickly come out of the water, connecting with the butterfly rowers...

With just one turning skill, Ao Ling has already thrown off He Jiaxuan by half a body, but he is still half a body away from Fan Yuhao who is in the front.

Increase the speed of the rower, swing your legs through the water like a whip, bury your head in the water, and try to keep it at a constant level to reduce resistance.

"There is still half a body distance away, can Xiao Qi catch up?" Liang Fan involuntarily asked while grabbing the corner of Shen Fei's clothes in the stands.

Shen Fei was more nervous than him, staring at the competition in the swimming pool without blinking: "I'm worried that his physical strength can't keep up."

Qi Yi said coldly: "The frequency of ventilation has increased significantly."

"Should...it's okay, the distance between the two is constantly shrinking." It was Li Sichen who spoke. Since the "U Series" competition, he suddenly became confident in Ao Ling's strength, and he always felt that his teammate was a muffled voice. People who do great things.

The brain was severely hypoxic, and the muscles of the whole body began to go into a weak state. Every time he raised his head to breathe, the screams and shouts of the girls in the stands were like a heavy punch, hitting the seventh prince's dignity hard.

How can he lose?He is the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, the supreme ruler of the water, how could he lose to mere mortals?

So what about Chinese-Russian mixed race, what about growing up abroad, receiving the harshest and most scientific training, what about tying the world record...

In front of Ao Ling, he is just a mortal, and the Dragon Clan cannot lose to a mortal! ! !

"Ahhh, we're catching up, we're catching up, sisters, look quickly, the person in the second lane is about to catch up to us, Haohao!!!"

"My God, I'm so nervous, what should I do???"

"Haohao, come on, you are the world champion, you must not overturn in the domestic competition!!!"

"..."

Fan Yuhao's reputation is really too great. He is a mixed race with good looks. He is 188 centimeters tall. Just standing there is enough to attract attention. The eyes of the audience in the stands are all attracted by him alone.

When Ao Ling caught up from the second lane, everyone present felt incredible.

After so many years, there is actually someone who can compete with Fan Yuhao in the 100-meter butterfly, and this person is not He Jiaxuan, but a little-known athlete from province C.

"Could it be that Province C has released another butterfly version of Fu Xingtu?"

"One thing to say, although everyone swims butterfly, but his stroke is too beautiful."

"That's right, that's right, I feel like he didn't use much force, and he passed by in a 'swoosh'."

"I'm a little curious about what he looks like."

"Don't talk, don't talk, we'll get to the point soon, they both look similar, and the younger brother He Jiaxuan is also catching up, R, save your efforts, Haohao, please!!!"

Ao Ling's physical strength has reached the limit, and he is all supported by a single effort. The moment his hands are on the touch panel, he still doesn't forget to look to the side.

The people in the third swimming lane were thrown away by him, so he saw He Jiaxuan at a glance. He Jiaxuan was half a body behind him, but he wasn't sure who would reach the point first, himself or that Fan Yuhao.

It only takes a few seconds from the end of the game to the big screen showing the score card, but these few seconds are more tense for the audience in the stands than the whole swimming process.

Everyone held their breath. Is the champion Fan Yuhao or the second-ranked boy?

Panting for breath, Ao Ling emerged from the water, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

Regardless of adjusting his heartbeat and breathing rhythm, he raised his head and looked at the big screen while panting.

Ao Ling, Province C, 52 seconds!

Fan Yuhao, Province R, 52 seconds!

He Jiaxuan, Province R, 53 seconds!

Ao Ling swam a personal best, beating Fan Yuhao by 0 seconds, and won the gold medal in the 01m butterfly!

He tore off his swimming cap and goggles, and jumped up from the swimming pool in joy. His entire upper body was exposed to the water, and then fell down quickly. The whole person was submerged in the water. two seconds.

In the stands, the girls who had just learned that Fan Yuhao had lost the gold medal by 0.01 seconds were crying one second before, and screaming when they saw Ao Ling's face the next second.

"I just... Did I see it wrong, that second-handed boy looks too good-looking."

"I saw it too, oh my god, I just saw a pair of big watery eyes with stars in them!"

"It turns out that the person with a beautiful swimming posture is still so good-looking. He is a completely different type from Brother Hao. He is a sweet little cutie. I feel like I have to empathize with him."

"Ah, ah, come out of the water, little cutie, I want to take a good look at what you look like!"

"..."

Ao Ling didn't give them this chance. After falling, he crossed the waterline from below, came to the nearby sprint road and landed.

When he took his own clothes and walked out of the arena, his back was always facing the direction of the stands on three sides. Therefore, those who stretched their necks and waited to see his true face again failed to get their wish.

At this moment, in the corner of the stand, the area where the athletes from Province R gathered was completely silent. Everyone looked at the field in horror. Fan Yuhao was standing by the pool with his waist thrust into his face, with an angry expression on his face.

He didn't know whether he was angry with that Ao Ling or himself.

After a moment of silence, someone said, "I read that right, brother Hao actually lost..."

"I lost to that Ao Ling again."

"I remember the 'U' series, he only beat He Jiaxuan by 0.1 seconds, and today he was a whole second faster."

"In three months, the score has improved by two seconds. Is he training with a rocket? The progress is so rapid."

"It's not important. What's important is that he actually beat Brother Hao. Has Brother Hao lost in domestic competitions in recent years?"

"No... this is the first time."

"..."

Fan Yuhao himself was a little confused. According to the experience of the past two years, none of the short-distance butterfly swimmers in China could swim for 53 seconds. With his time of 52 seconds, he should have won the championship with confidence. Unexpectedly...

He also read the report card of the "U" series before, and that Ao Ling's score was the same as that of He Jiaxuan, both in more than 54 seconds.

A 15-year-old is still just a child, and his body has not matured in all aspects, and his physical fitness has still reached the peak stage. It is impossible for his grades to improve so quickly.

How did that kid manage to improve his performance by nearly two seconds in just three months.

Fan Yuhao turned to look at He Jiaxuan, and He Jiaxuan also looked at him.

"I'm sorry, brother, I failed to avenge you."

He Jiaxuan could only smile awkwardly: "It's okay, Brother Hao, it's not that you can't swim against him, you just underestimated the enemy."

Speaking of this, Fan Yuhao suddenly remembered: "Yesterday, Guo Zifan also underestimated the enemy?"

"Zifan didn't swim seriously because he failed the physical test."

Fan Yuhao looked away from Ao Ling's back: "But he is the same age as you, and has already won two gold medals, do you still think it's a coincidence?"

"..."

This question was really a bit sharp, and He Jiaxuan couldn't answer it for a while.

Ao Lingren hadn't entered the locker room yet, a staff member came from nowhere and dragged him to the aisle next to him.

Ao Ling was puzzled and didn't know what he was going to do, but the other party was a staff member of the main committee, so he had no choice but to follow if he was asked to follow.

The man took him to a corner, where there was a rectangular sign with the logos of various sponsors forming a geometric pattern. There were more than a dozen reporters and photographers standing in front of him. When they saw him, they all stretched out their microphones. .

Ao Ling was like a deep-seated social phobia patient, shrunk into a ball in fright, looked at the staff member who brought him here for help, and asked cautiously: "Can I...I want...go back."

"No," the staff member pushed him, and pushed him directly in front of the reporter. "It is the athlete's obligation to be interviewed after the game. You can't refuse. Otherwise, the corresponding team points will be deducted and you will be fined."

"..."

The deduction of points and the fine really frightened Xiaolong Cub. He hugged his clothes and stood there at a loss: "Can I change my clothes?"

The reporter's sister was about to die of his cuteness, and said with a smile: "It's okay, we just ask a few small questions, it will be very fast, and it won't take a few minutes."

Her tone was gentle, and instantly comforted the shy little dragon cub, Ao Ling nodded: "Yes, you can ask."

"First of all, congratulations on your second gold medal in this national championship. Are you satisfied with your performance today?"

Ao Ling nodded again: "Satisfied."

The reporter's sister held up the microphone and signaled him to say a few more words, Ao Ling blinked again: "Very satisfied."

"Okay," the lady reporter smiled, "Yesterday you beat Guo Zifan and won the 200-meter medley championship, and today you defeated Fan Yuhao and won the 100-meter butterfly gold medal. They are all famous players in their respective events. Do you know that everyone is talking about your name right now?"

Ao Ling shook her head ignorantly: "I don't know."

The young lady of the reporter probably has never encountered such a jerky interview subject, so she patiently guided him: "Evaluate your opponent."

Ao Ling smiled awkwardly but politely: "It's hard to say."

This answer is really a bit provocative. The reporter's sister is still very professional and has no intention of bullying the children, so she changed the question and asked him: "Then tell me about yourself. What competitions will you participate in next?"

"a lot of."

"What new goals?"

"Take the first place."

"Which one?"

"Each."

"..."

The men's 100-meter butterfly final was the most concerned among all the competitions today. The key point is that Fan Yuhao, the king of butterfly in the eyes of many fans, unexpectedly lost to a kid, which is really incredible.

As a result, this embarrassing interview was broadcast by the sports channel verbatim.

That night, the name Ao Ling lived up to expectations and appeared on the hot searches.

What the majority of netizens are discussing is not his swimming ability or his ruthless words, but his appearance.

"Have you followed the National Swimming Championships? There is a young man named Ao Ling. Not only is he very strong, but he also has a pretty face."

The pictures below are all cut from that interview video, which fully fills the Jiugong grid, and some are moving pictures.

A young man with red lips and white teeth, his hair is still dripping with water, his eyes are clear and bright, and he always has a ignorant expression. His inadvertent shy expression really melts the hearts of those who eat melons in front of the mobile phone.

The number of likes and comments has exceeded [-] in less than an hour: "With this look and temperament, it would be a pity not to be a trainee."

"The figure is also very good, such a thin waist, such long legs, and such a butt... Thanks for the swimming trunks!"

"Obviously you can rely on your appearance, but you still rely on your talent. I was at the competition today. This is a video I shot. Let's see how beautiful his butterfly stroke is!"

"Hey, I don't know if anyone still remembers Fu Xingtu. Before retiring, he was recognized as an athlete with a high ceiling."

"..."

At dinner, as soon as Ao Ling sat down with a plate, several members of the women's team gathered around: "Xiaoqi, do you know that you are angry?"

"Well," Ao Ling scooped up a spoonful of egg custard and put it into his mouth very calmly, "Isn't it just that he won against Fan Yuhao? Many people like him."

"No, haven't you read Weibo? You're on the trending list!"

Ao Ling took out the phone, forgot to charge it last night, and now it has automatically shut down.

Xu Zitong handed his mobile phone to him. Netizens are very capable. They are no longer satisfied with taking screenshots of videos, but adding filters and PS. Recognize yourself.

The girls chattered around him, one said to register a Weibo account for him, the other said to be his career fan, to plan for his future career development, some even helped him think of the name of the fan, What kind of support club should be set up to make him top-notch.

They were chattering in their ears, making Ao Ling's brain ache, and suddenly felt that the big chicken drumsticks on the plate were no longer fragrant.

At this time, the once real top swimmer walked in from outside the restaurant, Ao Ling seemed to see the savior, and quickly cast a look at him for help.

Unexpectedly, just as Fu Xingtu walked to the table, a member of the women's team directly handed the phone to his eyes: "Come and see, there is still a fan girl who remembers you. It's hard to say that you are her."