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

From the viewer's point of view, the two reached the finish line at the same time, and it was difficult for the naked eye to distinguish who would get there first.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense and exciting, and the air became scorched and sticky. The fans fell silent, and so did the teammates. The only sound that could be heard in the entire swimming pool was the collision of athletes' palms with the water.

The last stroke, to the side, my mind went blank, and the whole world was spinning.

The head emerges from the water, grabbing the waterline with one hand, gulping for oxygen, the body feels numb for a moment, and after a while, a limp and weak feeling sweeps through the whole body.

The game was over, and the cheers of the audience poured over from the stands on all sides. Ao Ling was still lying on the waterline, panting for breath.

With the increase of physical training and the improvement of physical fitness, he has not experienced such a feeling of excessive domination of the body, leading to muscle soreness and weakness for a long time.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't stay for too long. After holding the waterline for a while, I gradually recovered from the feeling of loss of strength.

The body gradually sank into the water, spit out dense and long bubbles continuously, and then gradually floated up, looking at the report card on the big screen.

Pupil shock! ! !

No.1: Fan Yuhao, Province R, 23 seconds.

No.2: Ao Ling, Province C, 23 seconds.

No.3: He Jiaxuan, Province R, 24 seconds.

……

Ao Ling shook his head, always feeling that his ears were filled with water, and the sound of the scene seemed to pass through a wall into his ears.

He wiped the water from his face, and suddenly realized that he should do something, so he extended his hand to Fan Yuhao in the swimming lane next to him: "Congratulations."

Fan Yuhao glanced at his hands, then raised his head to look at his face. This weak, pitiful, aggrieved and helpless expression seemed to be about to cry in the next second. It didn't seem to be congratulating him at all, but rather blaming him. Grab your own gold medal.

As soon as Fan Yuhao grasped his hand, he was so strong that he would not let go, making Ao Ling cry in pain.

"Didn't you beat you by 50 seconds in the 0.01 meters? As for the look of crying, didn't you beat me by 100 seconds in the 0.01 meters? I didn't say anything."

His hands were like pliers, and it took Ao Ling's strength to pull his hands back.

Xiaolong Cub's mentality was already blown, he dived into the water, swam from below the waterline, came to the sprint road, and climbed ashore.

Losing the buoyancy of the water, his body suddenly became much heavier. Ao Ling's body swayed twice, and he almost didn't fall directly into the swimming pool. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the handle next to him.

"Oh!" On the rostrum, Director Song gloated a little, "It's a pity, it's a pity, the little guy lost the gold medal in 0.01 seconds, will he cry?"

There was no regret on Shen Xingguo's face, but he was a little happy: "It's good. It's better to experience failure now than to experience failure in a bigger arena in the future."

Yang Bin's serious expression all morning finally eased: "It's pretty good to lose to Fan Yuhao by only 0.01 seconds. Looking at the swimming world in the world, few people can do it. After all, Fan Yuhao's strength lies there."

Director Song glanced at him: "Do you think so?"

Yang Bin: "..."

All of you here have worked as swimming coaches for decades, and have seen too many high-level competitions for outstanding athletes at home and abroad.

The difference between winning and losing is only 0.01 second, and there are many factors that affect the winning or losing, experience, chance, luck, impromptu performance...strength, only accounted for a very small part of it.

From the "U Series" competition to the National Swimming Championships, Province R's dominant events in short-distance freestyle and butterfly have been hit one after another. They even lost their gold medal in the 200-meter individual medley. The one who caused them so much trouble was actually A half-old child who is only 15 years old and a fledgling child this year.

Whether it's an online marketing account or the mainstream media, the focus of discussion is that Ao Ling from province C.

"Young genius, born out of nowhere", Yang Bin had heard such words before, describing and praising Fan Yuhao, He Jiarui, and He Jiaxuan, the team members of Province R.

But now, these geniuses in the eyes of people in the past have all served as a foil for a team member from province C.

Yang Bin was originally a coach with a flamboyant personality. The more gold medals he won in Province R, the more he enjoyed the feeling of being flattered by his peers from other teams.

This time, he was depressed for several days, but Fan Yuhao lived up to the challenge and won the gold medal in the 50-meter butterfly.

The suffocation in his heart can be regarded as relieved, of course he can't wait to turn on the mic.

Before he could finish pretending, he was choked up by the leader so softly and softly, so he had no choice but to force himself to respect himself: "Experience and on-the-spot performance are also a manifestation of strength."

Director Song smiled and said nothing,

Shen Xingguo has always been good at hiding knives in quiet words, but when the atmosphere among the crowd was a little delicate, he opened his mouth unhurriedly: "Yes, Ao Ling is still young, and he is indeed inexperienced. Participating in a competition as a professional athlete once, I am already very satisfied with the current results, after all, Fu Xingtu was like that back then."

On the surface, it sounds like we are saying that our team members in province C should compare internally, and we can’t compare with your province R, but the implication is that Ao Ling’s target is Fu Xingtu, and other people should not post it to gain popularity.

Ao Ling changed his clothes in the locker room, and went up to the stands with his head down. Along the way, someone comforted him: "It's okay, you behaved very well."

"0.01 seconds is just his luck, it doesn't mean you are not as good as him."

"Don't be sad, we will come again next time."

"Wow, I feel so distressed when I see Zai Zai sad, I really want to hug him."

Ao Ling nodded to them to express his thanks. After trying several times, he really couldn't laugh.

Even spectators who can swim are just laymen, and cannot see the super high technical content hidden in some ordinary movements.

Ao Ling circled half a circle in the stands and returned to his coach and teammates.

Sitting at the outermost row of seats was Deng Jiajia and another member of the women's team. Seeing the expression on Ao Ling's face, the two went up from left to right and pinched his cheeks: "It's no big deal, don't be sad. .

"That's right, it's not cute anymore, we're going to go to the competition, hurry up, give senior sister a smile."

Feeling their kindness, Ao Ling forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "Come on, sister."

"Oh, you child," Deng Jiajia sighed, she turned her head to call Fu Xingtu, "Director Fu, hurry up and coax your child."

Ao Ling walked up to Fu Xingtu, lowered his head after thinking for a moment, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Before Fu Xingtu opened his mouth, Liang Fan couldn't help it anymore. He pulled Ao Ling over and pressed him on the chair next to him: "Sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. You performed very well today. Perfect! That Fan Yuhao, he took advantage of others, you just swam 50 times, and he only beat you by 0.01 seconds, the victory is unarmed."

As soon as he said this, instead of being comforted, Ao Ling buried his head even lower.

Qi Yi has always been incapable of comforting others. Every time Liang Fan and Shen Fei lose a match, he either doesn't speak, or is so aggressive that people can't help but feel like beating him.

But facing Ao Ling, those teasing words couldn't be said no matter what, he could only touch the head of the little junior brother, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal."

Shen Fei squatted down in front of Ao Ling, he was close to 190 in height, and his knees almost touched the floor to see the emotion in his eyes at this moment.

Ao Ling bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were full of resentment and disbelief, and when she looked carefully, she felt a little bit of grievance and self-blame, the crystal tears kept rolling in her eye sockets, but she stubbornly refused to accept it. Ken down.

He held Ao Ling's shoulders with both hands, and made him raise his head to meet his gaze: "Winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. Even the American who won six gold medals will lose the game sometimes, and that's okay."

Ao Ling shook his head without saying a word. He appreciated the kindness of the brothers and sisters, but they didn't understand that what he really blamed himself in his heart was not losing the game at all.

Fu Xingtu sat by the side all the time, from the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word of comfort.

Looking at Ao Ling's expression, he remembered the little girl who lost the game in the "U Series" competition, holding the A board and staring at the swimming pool.

At that time, I also said that if I just showed the fierceness in her eyes, I would definitely be able to swim out in the future.

He also said that if Ao Ling had this kind of ruthlessness, maybe...

Maybe one day in the future, he can continue his unrealized dream, defeat powerful enemies from all over the world, stand on the top of the Olympics, and fulfill his long-cherished wish of winning glory for the country.

But not long after, he realized that his idea was completely wrong. Ao Ling was just Ao Ling, and he was just Fu Xingtu's apprentice, not a substitute.

Ao Ling should have her own career plan, have her own goals and dreams, and devote her efforts and youth to it, never give up, and never regret it.

And as a coach, he can only be a lamp or a bridge, illuminating the road ahead for his players, and watching them step on their bodies and move towards a broader future.

Liang Fan dug out a lot of food from his backpack, and stuffed it all into Ao Ling's arms: "Eat more, and you'll feel better after eating. Listen to your brother's voice, how it's shouting for you."

Qi Yi on the side gave him a disgusted look: "This idiot shouted from the moment you stood on the starting platform until the end of the game. He was the most excited and stabilized the hatred in the entire R province opposite."

At this time, someone slapped Ao Ling on the back, and it was Li Sichen: "Cheer up, brother, we will have the 4×100-meter medley relay in a while."

Ao Ling knew that the seniors were all comforting him in their own ways, especially Shen Fei, who was so big and tall, squatting in front of him, he was tired just looking at him.

In order not to worry his seniors, he opened a bag of seaweed and reluctantly took two bites: "Thank you, I'm fine."

At this time, the men's and women's medley relay inspections were about to start, and Liang Fan and members of Qi Yi's women's team walked down from the stands to prepare for the competition.

Fu Xingtu took a folder and handed it to Fei Shen: "This is my count of the points we got in this competition, you can show it to Director Zhang, if there is anything missing, ask their instructors to add it. "

"Okay." Shen Fei took the folder, glanced at Ao Ling again, and patted his head, "Let's take a rest first, senior brother will come to accompany you later."

Ao Ling nodded obediently: "Yes."

As soon as Shen Fei left, Ao Ling put the pile of food back into the backpack again.

There are two more pieces of seaweed left after opening, I can't eat it, and I don't want to throw it away.After thinking about it, I kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it all into my mouth.

Fu Xingtu saw this scene in its entirety, and suddenly remembered the joke I read on the Internet - there is nothing that cannot be solved by a meal of hot pot, and if there is, then two meals.

When it comes to Ao Ling, this sentence is also applicable, and there is no need for hot pot at all, just two pieces of seaweed can solve the problem.

But the problem was not resolved, and the child sat there quietly, with a depressed expression on his face.

Fu Xingtu pulled him suddenly, and Ao Ling raised his head with a puzzled face.

"Come with me." Saying that, Fu Xingtu pulled him up from the chair.

The swimming pool is very noisy, if you are not very close, you can't hear what the other party is saying.

Now the women's 800m freestyle final is going on in the field, followed by the men's and women's medley final. Ao Ling wants to stay and cheer for his brothers, but he can't focus on the competition now. After hesitating for a moment, he still follows Fu Xingtu. up.

Behind where they were sitting was a certain passage in the swimming pool, the door was open, and the corridor was just outside.

City G in late autumn is very windy, especially since this exit is on the top floor of the swimming pool, and there are no buildings around, the wind blows even more unscrupulously.

Not long after Ao Ling finished the game, his hair was still wet. Fu Xingtu's tall body stood in front of him, blocking most of the wind for him.

Ao Ling leaned against the glass exterior wall of the swimming center and looked up at his coach: "Director Fu, I lost the gold medal in the individual event, are you disappointed?"

Fu Xingtu shook his head: "No."

Ao Ling's eyes became brighter: "Really?"

"It's only 0.01 seconds. I don't think it's enough. I should lose a little harder."

"!!!"

Ao Ling bit her lower lip with teeth marks, and finally couldn't hold back, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Failure is never a pleasant thing, even though it is a glorious defeat, it is self-consolation, there is only one champion, people will only see his smiling face, those losers who cry silently, no one will ever see their tears .

"I'm sorry," Ao Ling lowered his head again, and finally yelled out the words that had been suppressed in his heart since the end of the game, "I lost the game not because of physical problems, nor because I was unlucky, but because I was grabbing the edge It was time to make a mistake.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a figure flash in front of him, and in the next second he was approaching a warm and generous embrace.

Fu Xingtu's voice rang in his ears, his tone of voice was quite different from his usual one, full of tenderness and tolerance, as if comforting a wounded child: "I know, but it's not your mistake, it's mine."

Grabbing the edge, as the name suggests, refers to the athlete who is in the same position who touches the edge of the pool first at the moment of reaching the finish line.

Why grab it?

Because the touch panel of the electronic timing needs a certain force to stop the timing.

When two athletes reach the finish line at the same time, if the faster one hits the touch board with insufficient strength, the timer will first slow down and then stop, and when the athlete behind reaches a certain strength, his timer will stop immediately .

Although the time difference is only a few tenths of a second, in such an intense short-distance race, a few tenths of a second are enough to affect the final result of the game.

But grabbing the edge is not just a simple problem of electronic timing, it also involves the planning of the number of strokes during the swimming process, the measurement of the distance, and the processing of the last stroke to the edge... This is a very complicated technology, not only It takes a lot of practice and on-the-spot adjustments.

Ao Ling rested her head on his chest, and heard his strong heartbeat through her strong chest muscles: "My mind was blank at the time, and I didn't have time to think about anything. I just wanted to go faster, and faster, and I must surpass the people next to you."

Having said that, his voice lowered again: "When we got to the side, we couldn't take care of the distance, it was only a few centimeters away. If I was faster, maybe..."

Fu Xingtu patted him on the back: "There is no possibility. If you lose, you lose. It doesn't matter. I ignored the problem of the electronic timer in my usual training and didn't let you focus on practicing. The person who should be responsible for this is I."

He said this only to comfort Ao Ling. After all, the situation of the game is changing. In the process of starting, swimming, turning, and reaching the side...every link may have various accidents, and athletes need to rely on their own experience to deal with it.

This is a cumulative process that no one can avoid.

The author has something to say: My cub is about to evolve!

Guidance Fu: "A hug is purely for the coach to comfort the players. Don't think too much about it."

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