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

The event that Liang Fan is about to participate in is the 100-meter backstroke. Because it is an Olympic event, it is also his main training event.

In the last National Swimming Championships, he only got No.2 in this event and lost to Zhang Yiyang from Province R, but because he failed the physical test, his results were cancelled, and he didn't even get a silver medal in the end.

This time, Liang Fan appeared to be full of confidence from the moment he appeared on the stage. Before putting on the swimming goggles, he glanced in the direction of the stands. He happened to meet Ao Ling's eyes. The little junior was jumping up with his hands up, calling out his name as if no one else was around. .

Liang Fan smiled, and when he looked back, he saw a man standing in the corner, already put on his sportswear, but his hair was still wet, he gave him a cold look, then looked away in disgust, as if he No matter what he does, the other party will think he is mentally retarded.

At this time, the referee blew a long whistle, and all athletes entered the water, pulled the handle under the starting platform, lifted their bodies up, and were ready to start the competition at any time.

The backstroke competition is the only swimming style that starts in the water. Athletes use the strength of their arms to pull their bodies out of the water, put their feet on the pool wall, and at the moment the starting command sounds, their bodies lean back and their legs exert their strength at the same time. Push off the wall and throw your body backwards into the water.

Liang Fan's start was not bad, ranking third among all participating athletes. In front of him was Zhang Yiyang, who once swam the medley relay with Ao Ling, and another player from Province G.

The three of them were on the same level when they set off. It was obvious that Liang Fan rushed harder than the other two. Pushing water can maintain a certain strength and depth.

Soon, he stood out from the crowd and came to the first place, and the others followed behind him.

The first 50 meters is coming to an end, and at a distance of 5 meters from the edge of the pool, a row of colorful triangular flags hang above the pool, which is a marking line to remind backstrokers to come to the edge.

Not far from the edge of the pool, all athletes turn their bodies around multiple axes to a prone position, then roll over like freestyle, push off the pool wall, slide slightly and start kicking, and when their bodies rise to the water surface, they start to stroke their arms action.

Turning around, Liang Fan still maintained the first position, but the advantage was not obvious, and the other two were very close.

Especially Zhang Yiyang, it can be clearly seen that he is actually slightly better than Liang Fan in terms of body and technique, but he failed to take the lead when he first entered the water, which caused him to lose his rhythm in the subsequent swimming process .

It wasn't until I turned around that I found some feeling and started to sprint faster.

Liang Fan was also sprinting, but he was rushing too hard and exhausted so much that he couldn't move in the second half.

"Brother Liang Fan, come on, come on! Go to the duck, come on, there's still a little more to go!!!"

Occasionally, his ears came out of the water, but soon sank into the water again, the sound he heard was fragmented, Liang Fan could only hear someone calling his name loudly, it was his shy junior brother.

His arms were already sore and weak, but he didn't slow down at all. Instead, when he heard Ao Ling's voice, he increased the frequency of strokes again.

The splashes on the two sideways were huge, and Liang Fan was staring at his toes. The marking line above the swimming pool moved back quickly in front of his eyes, indicating that there were still 5 meters left to reach the finish line.

Liang Fan estimated the distance in his mind, and adjusted the timing of the last arm stroke, to the side!

He stood up from the water, wiped the water off his face, and looked up at the results on the big screen.

No.1: Liang Fan, province C, 55 seconds 73.

No.2: Zhang Yiyang, Province R, 55 seconds 86.

……

Liang Fan didn't care about the results of the players behind. He only knew that he surpassed the competitors in the next two lanes and won the championship!

Last time, No.2, this time No.1, that is to say, as far as the 100-meter backstroke is concerned, he can definitely participate in the Asian Games!

Zhang Yiyang stretched out his hand and congratulated him.Liang Fan also extended his hand to shake each other's hand, and thanked him in return.

Zhang Yiyang glanced at the stands: "Xiaoqi seems to be happier than you."

Liang Fan followed his gaze, just in time to see Ao Ling being glared at by Fu Xingtu, who raised his hand in mid-air and quickly received it back, his little face blushed, stuck out his tongue, and sat back down again. on the chair.

"Of course." Liang Fan raised his chin proudly, "That's my little junior brother..." He thought for a while and corrected, "No, that's my brother, closer than my own brother."

Zhang Yiyang remembered that when he was in M ​​City, no one didn’t like Ao Ling. He was everyone’s pistachio after boring training. When he sat down and chatted with him while eating, he would be healed by his innocence and smile.

Really like a little fool, but very cute.

And Ao Ling is a sincere person, with happiness and anger written on his face, what to say, he never pretends to please others, and he has never blushed or lost his temper with others.

It's really comfortable to get along with him.

And in their relay race in Singapore, Ao Ling tried his best and finally rushed to the first place, but the referee punished them to take over the baton and jump.

The other three of them expressed anger and dissatisfaction with this, only Ao Ling seemed calm from the beginning to the end, and kept comforting Qi Yi, saying that he believed that he did not rush to jump.

Who wouldn't love such a cute kid?

Liang Fan got up from the swimming pool, and on the way back to the locker room, he saw a familiar figure in front of him, rushed forward in two or three steps, and strangled the opponent's neck from behind.

He was seven or eight centimeters taller than Qi Yi, and this sudden movement caught the other party off guard, and he leaned back, almost falling into his arms.

"Didn't you leave after the game, and you came back to watch my game?"

Qi Yi was furious, and slapped him on the arm with such force that several finger prints immediately appeared on Liang Fan's arm.

"Can you show some face?" Qi Yi glanced at him sharply, as if looking at a mentally handicapped person.

Liang Fan was in pain, but he didn't let go, and the two entered the locker room together awkwardly.

Fu Xingtu stood in the auditorium, watching this scene from a distance, showing a sneer.

For Ao Ling in this championship, the four individual events of 50m, 100m freestyle and butterfly are not difficult at all. The biggest challenge lies in the 200m medley.

His opponent is still from province R, named Guo Zifan, who took second place in the last National Swimming Championships, but his result was invalid because of lack of physical fitness.

In the medley event, although Guo Zifan is currently the No.1 domestic male.

But in fact, his hard power is a little bit worse in terms of international swimming.Not to mention compared with those outstanding athletes from European and American countries, even compared with athletes from Japan and South Korea, there is still a certain gap.

His strength lies in the 400-meter medley. He is a typical player with more endurance than explosive power. The 200-meter medley distance is a bit shorter, and he can't take advantage of his ability to rush as he gets to the second half of the swim.

But even so, his performance in the 200-meter medley can beat many domestic players.

No way, the popularity of swimming in China is not high.

Every summer, although a large number of training courses emerge all over the country, these are mainly short-term and fast-track, and they are not even standardized, let alone professional.

In some professional swimming clubs abroad, for children with zero foundation, they usually start from learning freestyle, because it is the basis of other swimming styles. After practicing freestyle, other swimming styles are easier to learn. , the freestyle may take more time than the breaststroke.

It is precisely because parents pursue short-term results, and training institutions cater to this quick demand, that the participation rate of swimming, a very common sport, in China is not high.

Fu Xingtu knew that Ao Ling did not have much confidence in the 200-meter medley because he was not sure about breaststroke, so he encouraged him in his own unique way: "If you can't even win Guo Zifan, don't talk about breaking the limit. In the international arena, at your level, you will be wiped out by real masters from other countries, so it’s best not to go out and show yourself.”

"..."

In a rage, Ao Ling went to flip through Shen Fei's bag: "Captain, I remember you brought a bottle of glue when you went out this morning."

"Bring it," Shen Fei helped him find it, "I'm used to pasting every report card together when I find it, so it's not easy to make mistakes."

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and raised his head to look at Ao Ling again, "Why do you need glue?"

Ao Ling smiled at him: "I'm going to stick Director Fu's mouth up, he doesn't need it anyway."

"..." Shen Fei touched his forehead worriedly, "You must be sick, what nonsense are you talking about?"

When standing on the starting platform, Ao Ling was still in a panic. He really didn't have any confidence. Just like what Fu Xingtu said, although Guo Zifan was not strong, Ao Ling was not that strong either.

The eight people in the swimming lane were just picking the taller one among the short ones.

The first 50-meter butterfly is Ao Ling's dominant event, and the others really can't hold a candle to it. Even Guo Zifan is more than a second slower than him.

Turning around is backstroke, although it is not Ao Ling's strong point, but he is not weak either. People next to him can use this stroke to shorten the distance from him, but it is almost impossible to surpass him.

After the 50-meter backstroke, Guo Zifan gradually caught up, and Ao Ling was only a reach away.

The third 50 meters came to breaststroke, which Ao Ling was most afraid of.He really couldn't figure out, there are so many fast and beautiful fishes in the sea, why this group of humans like to imitate frogs to swim.

This was too awkward, every time he followed Qi Yi to press his legs, the other party would sit for an hour or two, but he already felt numb in his calf after insisting on it for half an hour, as if he had separated from his body and stood on his own.

No way, he used to swim the main event of short-distance freestyle. By the age of fifteen or sixteen, his body had gradually formed, and it was indeed very difficult to kneel and breaststroke legs and have to re-stretch his ligaments.

This difficulty is not insurmountable, but it takes a huge amount of time as a price.

Just like the Asian frog king that Qi Yi once told him, it took a full four years to study and thoroughly study the technical movements of a swimming style, and there are few people in this world who can do it.

Those who can do it are those who only swim one main event in their life. Like Ao Ling, he already has two main events, butterfly and freestyle, and he really has no extra energy to study breaststroke.

But after entering the water, Ao Ling still made the movements very seriously, and kept reviewing the technical details that Qi Yi gave him in his mind, such as retracting legs, turning eversions, kicking legs, holding water, raising his head... Ao Ling couldn't control so much, Just keep your head down and rush forward.

When I rushed to the last turn, I found that it was actually okay, except for Guo Zifan and another team member who passed him, the others were already behind him.

Turn around and do the final 50m freestyle.

In the past few days, Ao Ling has never been behind in the competition. Most of the female audiences at the scene came for him. Seeing that he has fallen to the third place, they were very anxious. Looking into the swimming pool, cheering for Zai Zai in a uniform manner.

The 50-meter freestyle is the main event in Ao Ling's main event. Even if Guo Zifan is half a body behind in the breaststroke, he only needs to turn around and add more than ten meters to catch up.

His freestyle ability is really too strong, and the picture of rapidly advancing in the water and surpassing two opponents in a row looks very shocking.

His strokes are both powerful and beautiful, with a stable head, smooth back and narrow buttocks. The stroke is beautifully streamlined, just like the dorsal fin of a shark, moving quickly in the water.

At the last moment of reaching the side, Ao Ling, who had returned to the first place, increased his speed instead of dropping. The tense and exciting championship scene made people excited, and the audience stood up and applauded him warmly.

In the 200-meter medley competition, Ao Ling was more out of breath after swimming than in the 100-meter medley.

But seeing the results played on the big screen, he still smiled happily.

Voices came from the stands one after another, all calling his name. Ao Ling took off his swimming cap and goggles, put one hand on the waterline, rested his chin on his arm, and smiled at the fans in the stands. Wave your other hand.

"Zai Zai's fifth gold medal!"

"Zai Zai is great!"

"Zai Zai is so cute!"

"Grow your hair, Zai Zai, I want to see a soft and cute little cutie."

Cutie has applied for Weibo by herself, and after the competition is over every day, she has to go online to see how fans praise her.Then I saw a lot of exaggerated scenes of him cheering for Liang Fan and Qi Yi in the stands.

He waved his arms and held up bananas, he tiptoed to hold seaweed in his mouth, he shouted loudly and held an energy bar...

Little Dragon Cub conquers the swimming world by virtue of his strength, and wins fans by his cuteness at the same time.

It's not just fans who praise him, but also various sports bloggers and marketing accounts.The titles they use are all exaggerated, what is the hope of the future of Chinese swimming, the future king of the world swimming, the ace of Chinese swimming to shake the supremacy of European and American countries, this is the real successor of Fu Xingtu...

Why is it Fu Xingtu again? Ao Ling turned his head to look at someone who was sorting out the materials, and suddenly nodded: "Director Fu."

"Well," Fu Xingtu didn't look up, "what's the matter?"

"I want to play a game with you."

Fu Xingtu quickly flipped through the report card in his hand: "Compared to what? How many chicken legs can you eat at most in one meal?"

"..."

Fu Xingtu chuckled: "There's no need to compare, you eat more, you win."

"..."

Ao Ling boldly took away the pile of A4 papers in his hand: "Of course it's swimming, freestyle or butterfly, you choose."

Fu Xingtu finally raised his head, looked at him with a complicated expression, and brought over his own information: "This is even more unnecessary. When did you see me swimming?"

Ao Ling recalled it, and indeed she had never seen it.

Let alone swimming, he had never seen Fu Xingtu take off his clothes.

The people in Ao Ling's dormitory often come out of the bathroom with their upper body bare or completely naked after taking a shower. Someday everyone will face each other naked, and there is something between the brothers and sisters that has not been seen.

However, during the training camp in M ​​City, Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu lived in the same room for a whole month.

Every time Fu Xingtu came out of the bathroom fully dressed after taking a shower, he never had the habit of taking off his clothes or going shirtless in front of others. He really didn't look like a swimmer.

Fu Xingtu immersed himself in his work again, while Ao Ling sat aside and stared at him for a long time.

But Director Fu kept his head down and focused on his work, and didn't intend to continue the topic just now.

Ao Ling felt bored, stood up and left without saying hello.

On the other hand, Fu Xingtu was baffled by him. He didn't know what happened to him today, and suddenly remembered that he wanted to compete with himself.

If there is a real match, maybe it's not bad.

In this National Spring Swimming Championship, Fu Xingtu was very satisfied with everyone's performance. Qi Yi, Liang Fan and Ao Ling all won gold medals in their respective specialties and also qualified for the Asian Games.

But there was only one person who made him very dissatisfied, and that person was their captain, Shen Fei.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1623:50:02~2021-04-1720:21:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 pair of glasses and earrings;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!