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

Ao Ling woke up early in the morning the next day because she really didn't sleep well.

He felt like he was embedded in a small space, he couldn't move his whole body up and down, he couldn't even stretch his hands and feet, let alone turn over.

He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling above his head and asked himself three questions:

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I going to do?

There is no answer.

The ceiling looks like the dormitory, but Ao Ling feels that this is not his dormitory.

Then where is this? ? ?

"woke up?"

!!!

Fu Xingtu's deep and slightly hoarse voice rang close to his ears. Ao Ling was so frightened that the hairs all over his body exploded, and every nerve in his body quickly entered a state of combat readiness—he was already ready to be beaten violently .

"Wake up and get up quickly."

The coach's dormitory is different from the student dormitory. It is not the kind of bed and desk design, but a single bed.

Even so, the bed is only 1.2 meters wide, and there is no room left for a "giant" like Fu Xingtu who is over 1.9 meters tall to lie down. Besides, Ao Ling's current height is close to 1.8 meters.

It was too crowded for two people to lie together, Ao Ling tried several times but couldn't sit up.

He turned his head and took a close look at Director Fu's side face. His nose was straight, his eyelashes were long, there was a black circle under his eyes, and his lips were tightly pressed.

Obviously, the anger value is on the rise and will soon reach its peak.

Ao Ling smiled awkwardly but politely at him: "That...can you let me go?"

Half of Fu Xingtu's body was hanging outside the edge of the bed. After he said this, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, standing aside and looking at him.

Ao Ling panicked a lot in her heart, but she was calm on the surface. When she got off the bed, she didn't forget to tidy up the pillow and quilt.

"Then I'll go back first."

Fu Xingtu nodded. Ao Ling put on his shoes and walked towards the door. Halfway through, he thought of something, then fell back, took his coat, and quickly fled before Fu Xingtu's anger was full.

As soon as he opened the door, a person rolled in from outside.

It's Liang Fan.

Qi Yi and Shen Fei followed behind.

Several people greeted Fu Xingtu, who was standing by the bed with a livid face, and ran away quickly with Ao Ling.

Before running, Ao Ling did not forget to close the door of the dormitory for Director Fu.

Fu Xingtu sighed, fell back on the bed again, and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

People, really can't be too soft-hearted.

Yesterday at one o'clock in the morning, the impromptu party prepared for him by the team members on the rooftop ended.The girls had no place to live and couldn't go out. Anyway, the next day was the weekend, and it was rare to have a holiday. The male team members in the two dormitories suggested playing with them until dawn. Those who wanted to sleep could go to the two boys' dormitories for a night.

Deng Jiajia was the first to pick 403 and went to sleep, while the others formed a circle and played some werewolf game.

At this time, Ao Ling, who had drunk a can of beer, was already too drunk to know anything about human affairs, and Fu Xingtu was also too sleepy, so he had a kind heart attack and carried him back to his dormitory.

In fact, there is another bed on the other side of the dormitory against the wall, but there is nothing on the bed. If you sleep for a night in late autumn, you will definitely catch a cold.

He could only throw the person inside the bed against the wall, and lie outside by himself for a night.

Fu Xingtu was tired and sleepy, except when he was jet-lagged when he went to a foreign competition, he rarely went to bed so late.

I was so sleepy that my upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but a child who usually looked cute and obedient was not honest at all when he fell asleep.

I don't know whether it's because he recognized the bed or slept uncomfortably. In short, throughout the whole night, Ao Ling kept trying to turn over, and moved his hands and feet irregularly.

Either his arms were on Fu Xingtu's chest, or his legs were on Fu Xingtu's knees.

If it weren't for Fu Xingtu's weight of nearly two hundred catties, he would have almost been squeezed under the bed by him.

This night, Director Fu was tormented half asleep and half awake, thinking of throwing people out of the window countless times.

But murder is illegal, after all, he is his own disciple, Fu Xingtu showed mercy and decided to spare his dog's life.

That is to say, he, Ao Ling, has this privilege. If he were someone else, he would have been murdered and thrown away by their Fu guide.

After finally seeing the person blown away, Director Fu pulled up the quilt and turned over, preparing for a comfortable sleep back into the cage.

The brothers quickly walked through the corridor and came to the stairwell.

The three of Shen Fei and the others didn't sleep all night, and played Werewolf on the rooftop all night.

As soon as it dawned in the morning, they sent the women's team members out of the building, and ran upstairs without stopping to see how the juniors were doing.

Qi Yi looked Ao Ling up and down, patted him on the back again, and asked, "Boss Fu didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Next to him, Liang Fan pushed him, showing a very wretched smile: "Don't call Mr. Fu a pervert."

Qi Yi glanced at him contemptuously: "Stop reading stallion novels and be healthier."

He didn't sleep all night, his mind was a bit dull, it took Liang Fan a long time to realize that Qi Yi was scolding him for his dirty thinking, he rushed to fight, but was pulled away by Shen Fei.

"Did you see Mr. Fu's eyes just now? It's just a death stare, okay?"

Qi Yi nodded: "That's why I asked Xiao Qi if he was beaten or punished."

Ao Ling glanced at his right hand, frowned and looked puzzled: "I seem to have touched something on Director Fu's chest."

"!!!"

Liang Fan's eyes stared like copper bells: "You you you...you touched his chest?"

Ao Ling nodded: "I accidentally touched it."

Fu Xingtu wore a thin summer T-shirt when he slept, and Ao Ling put his hands on his chest in a daze of sleep, thinking he was hugging a pillow, and couldn't touch anything he wanted.

The three people next to each other looked at each other, and felt that it was a miracle that the junior brother could get out of that dormitory alive.

Ao Ling has never seen any jewelry on Fu Xingtu's neck, and he is not sure what it feels like.

The bed was too narrow, and the two of them were squeezed together. He didn't sleep well last night, rubbed his eyes, and pulled the three senior brothers: "Let's go, go back to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

The three people next to him who hadn't closed their eyes all night were more sleepy than him. The four of them ran back to the dormitory and closed the door, and slept until three o'clock in the afternoon without even getting up for lunch.

On days without competitions, the days are relatively leisurely, with training in the morning, classes in the afternoon, and homework in the evening. Everyone has plenty of time.

However, Ao Ling did not relax the requirements for her physical training, because next year's spring championship, the swimming center stipulates that she must also undergo a physical fitness test, and the intensity has not decreased at all.

Sometimes Fu Xingtu had to go to class at night, and he wasn't able to accompany him every day. When Ao Ling was alone, he couldn't go to school, so he ran laps on the playground.

The people on the track and field team love to tease him when they have nothing to do: "Come on Xiaoqi, come to our team, [-] meters a day, run until you doubt life."

Ao Ling refused them mercilessly: "No, I run to swim better, otherwise I wouldn't run."

"Yo, so you still really like swimming?"

Ao Ling nodded: "It's very sincere."

After class, Fu Xingtu would always buy something to eat. If he didn't eat it himself, it was all cheaper for a certain little guy.

Generally speaking, Ao Ling's onshore training ends at around 07:30 in the evening, and it's time to finish homework next.

This is simply a difficult problem. Shen Fei originally had evening self-study at school, but he had to guarantee two hours of water training every day, so he didn't have evening self-study.

He was so busy that he didn't have time to help Ao Ling and the others with their homework. Qi Yi and Liang Fan had always let themselves go in their studies, and their current grades were even worse than Ao Ling's.

Fu Xingtu and Shen Fei weren't there, and Xiaolongzi didn't even have anyone to ask questions he couldn't do.The men's dormitory of the swimming team asked one by one, and ten people could get fifteen answers, so it's better for him to do it himself.

Holding Qi Yi's switch, Liang Fan raised his head and asked Ao Ling: "Xiaoqi, are you going to follow the old path of Mr. Fu and Captain? Are you going to take an entrance exam for a key high school while training?"

In fact, Ao Ling didn't think too much about it, he just thought that Fu Xingtu and Shen Fei were his role models, and what these two people could do, he could definitely do.

However, he really has no foundation. Liberal arts such as Chinese, history and politics are better, and mathematics, physics and chemistry are almost killing him.

There is also English, which is simply Ao Ling's nightmare. Cloze, reading comprehension, and questions all depend on mediocrity. The composition is simply empty, without writing a single word.

It was really too difficult for him, but Qi Yi said that he has a good sense of language, and he can memorize more words, and he can make up the text quickly after listening to the text.

It's strange to say that Qi Yi, a scumbag, wants to compare with Liang Fan in every subject, but English is as good as his mother tongue.

If Ao Ling doesn't understand anything, he can still ask him.

Everyone knows that Qi Yi is more indifferent and ruthless than their boss Fu, but he loves him very much as a little junior, and protects him everywhere, buying whatever he likes, never being unambiguous.

Liang Fan was even more inseparable from his junior brother. The two of them went to the swimming pool to train together, went to the cafeteria to eat together, went to the classroom together, went back to the dormitory to rest together, and often secretly bought him snacks.

Give all the delicious food to the younger brother, and bear the risk of being punished by Fu Xingtu.

"Brother."

Ao Ling didn't call her name, Qi Yi who was listening to music on the bed and Liang Fan who was playing games at the desk raised their heads at the same time.

Ao Ling bit her lower lip: "The high school entrance examination is coming next year, why don't we do homework together."

Ao Ling always remembers that Shen Fei said at the beginning of school that they are now in the third grade of junior high school and will face the senior high school entrance examination next year. Or go to ordinary high school, and later go to university, and the scores in cultural subjects must meet the standards.

Liang Fan disapproved and buried his head down again: "You listen to his nonsense, he is just afraid that he will not be able to achieve results, and he is looking for a way out for himself."

Qi Yi raised his eyebrows: "So, you should be the one to hurry up and find a way out for yourself."

Liang Fan couldn't bear it anymore: "Will you die if you don't hate me?"

Qi Yi sneered: "Give me back the game console."

Liang Fan confessed in a second: "You slap me a little more, I really like to hear you slap me."

Ao Ling was thinking about what Liang Fan said just now. He had read it on Encyclopedia, saying that Fu Xingtu is an international athlete. It is said that he can choose from a good university in China. He can choose to study while training, or he can choose to pursue further studies after retirement. .

But Director Fu has the confidence to test it by himself!

After the competition, the team leader will print out everyone's transcripts, get them stamped by the organizing committee, and issue a certificate of achievement. The purpose is to declare the grades for everyone.

At the same time, Ao Ling felt that the reason Shen Fei worked so hard to balance his studies and training was not because he was worried that he would not be able to achieve results and needed to find a way out.

It's because the captain is a very down-to-earth person. He loves learning and swimming, and he proves with his own actions that he can have both.

Ao Ling clenched his fist secretly: what Fu Xingtu and Shen Fei can do, he can also do.

Xiaolong Cub has always been a man of action. He said he wanted to improve his physical fitness, so he practiced unremittingly for more than two months. From being unable to run 3000 meters, to getting full marks in the test.

In the same way, he made up his mind to learn cultural lessons well, so he began to devote his energy to studying every day.

During the morning exercises, Liang Fan always heard him muttering something in a low voice. The two faced each other and pressed each other's shoulders, and he heard clearly that the brat was actually reciting words!

Classical Chinese is Ao Ling's strong point. It doesn't matter whether he is "Yueyang Tower" or "Master's List", he can recite the whole text after reading it once, which even Shen Fei finds it inconceivable.

Mathematics, physics and chemistry are really too difficult for him, so he has a lot of basic knowledge.

When Shen Fei was in the dormitory, Ao Ling took the practice questions to ask Shen Fei, but when Shen Fei was not there, he went upstairs to ask Fu Xingtu.

Fu Xingtu only had classes on Wednesday nights every week. When he came back, he walked through the food street, and he would always bring some snacks or snacks.

Whether it is diet or work and rest, he has always been a very self-disciplined person. He rarely touches these things. He bought them back to feed a certain kid who taught him every day.

Fu Xingtu felt that his coach was like a tool man, either accompanying him on the run or tutoring his homework, and also responsible for buying food for the little things.

But Ao Ling just had the ability to make him helpless. The first day, because he couldn't learn a geometry for a long time, he was scolded by him and ran away with his head down.

However, the next night, he showed up at the door of his dormitory with his textbooks in his arms.

Fu Xingtu felt that he had really honed a little patience to be a teacher, at least in front of Ao Ling.

In terms of professional training, Fu Xingtu's plan for Ao Ling is to further improve his skills.Especially starting and turning techniques.

He found a lot of international competition materials, including the finals of the World Championships, Olympic Games, Short Course World Cup and other competitions in the past ten years, and then slowed down the starting and turning speeds, and analyzed them frame by frame for his players.

There are also many of his own game videos, and he will also combine his own experience to teach by precept and example.

Although Fu Xingtu has only a short nine months of work experience, his professionalism is definitely not inferior to any old instructor with decades of experience in the swimming team.

Usually, he will go to the Internet to check some swimming-related literature, and sometimes share it with the team members.

It's a pity that this group of scumbags, looking at the calculation formulas of buoyancy, power, and resistance, are all confused.

"You can compare the difference in the last stroke when turning around, whether you use force or not, and the position when you turn around."

Fu Xingtu pressed the pause button, and the picture on the projector stopped at the stage where the two athletes turned around and their bodies were floating up.

The two people who were walking side by side in the first 50 meters, just turned around and pulled half a body apart in an instant.

"A powerful stroke will bring kinetic energy to your next roll, and the stronger the stroke, the greater the kinetic energy,"

"Now the clubs in all the swimming powers are advocating this strategy of speeding up before turning around, but our domestic training is still at the stage of speeding up after turning around."

Fu Xingtu showed his team members a turning point to demonstrate his point of view. In the video, you can feel this more intuitively through the gap between the two people in adjacent lanes before and after turning.

In particular, when the front is still in the leading position, it is more convincing and impactful to turn around and be overtaken, or even directly lead to the loss of the championship.

But this technique is easy to say, but it is difficult for the players to change their training habits for more than ten years.

Some people can't do it well after practicing for a week, such as Li Sichen and Liang Fan, they just forget to ask.

However, Ao Ling can do very well. Every word Fu Xingtu said to them, he can always remember firmly in his heart and reflect it in training, and he has never "forgot" a word.

Other coaches also have athletes in freestyle and backstroke.Fu Xingtu also shared the advanced experience of foreign swimming that he summed up at the meeting of the coaching staff.

But the old instructors thought he was a bit funny. What kind of advanced swimming skills required the coach to organize the players into the conference room and give lectures with a projector on. It was a waste of time.

However, they were keenly aware of another problem—why did Fu Xingtu suddenly study the turning technique?

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