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

In the inspection room, He Jiarui kept talking to Fu Xingtu, Ao Ling stood in the corner and pressed his shoulders, and vaguely heard He Jiarui encouraging his idol, you are the best, you will definitely win the championship and so on.

Ao Ling was still complaining in her heart: "Win the championship, have you ever asked me if I agree?"

When he played, he and Fu Xingtu were fifth and eighth, Ao Ling was in the second lane, and Fu Xingtu was in the eighth lane. There was an entire swimming pool in between, and they couldn't see each other.

On one side of the swimming lanes on the left and right of Ao Ling is an acquaintance, whom he met in a competition, and on the other side is a new player, whom he met for the first time.

After starting 20 meters, both of them were left behind by him, and only He Jiarui in the fourth lane could be seen.

Turning around, even He Jiarui was left behind by him, and Qin Xiao was a little far away, so he couldn't see it.

Ao Ling didn't care too much. His goal today was to swim to 47 seconds. Since he couldn't see the situation of his competitors, and the people in the lane next to him had no reference value, he just kept his head down and swam forward.

When he finally got to the side, he even rushed. After touching the wall, he raised his head from the water confidently. Hearing the warm applause and cheers from the audience, he felt that he should have swum a good result.

Looking up at the big screen, the next moment, the smile froze on his face, and only for a moment, Fu smiled again, even happier than before.

His score was 47 seconds, reaching the goal he set before the game.

However, he only ranked second, No.1 is Fu Xingtu, 47 seconds 90.

Not to mention Ao Ling, the audience was amazed at this achievement.

Before the competition, who would have imagined that a player who had retired for two years and had just come back for eight months would swim out to be ranked among the top three in the world this year.

Fu Xingtu himself was very calm, it seemed that this result was within his expectation, he just raised his head to look at the result, smiled, and went ashore very calmly.

Qin Xiao and He Jiarui stepped forward to shake hands with him and congratulate him.

Ao Ling landed from the other side of the pool, a little far away from them.

He took off his swimming goggles and swimming cap, and stood there with his hands on his hips. He obviously wanted to laugh, but he bit his lower lip to keep himself from laughing.

After Fu Xingtu dealt with the other team members who came forward to celebrate with him, he walked towards Ao Ling.

The two looked at each other across half of the swimming pool, and Fu Xingtu showed a bright smile.

Ao Ling looked him up and down: "During training, why didn't I see you so fierce?"

Fu Xingtu said: "Isn't this a secret practice for two months, and I'm going to give you a surprise?"

This is not a surprise, it is simply frightened, Ao Ling lowered his head, turned and walked to the locker room: "Well, it was quite a surprise."

Fu Xingtu chased after him in two or three steps, and put his arms around his shoulder: "What, are you unhappy?"

"No."

"Look at you, you said before that you would give up the short-distance race for me, but now that I have won you, you are not happy."

When the two of them were about to enter the locker room, Ao Ling pushed him: "Are you stupid? I am happier than anyone else that you won the championship."

The two of them didn't really feel anything, but the audience in the stands were very excited.

This is completely a match between master and apprentice.

Ao Ling took the first place when he set off. Qin Xiao, He Jiarui, and Fu Xingtu were chasing after him. When they turned around, Qin Xiao and He Jiarui had been slowly separated.

Only Fu Xingtu, holding on to Ao Ling, relying on the sprint in the back, finally beat Ao Ling by 0.02 seconds when he reached the side.

After changing their clothes, the two walked up to the stands, and Ao Ling said, "I don't agree, you have luck."

"Cut," Fu Xingtu snorted coldly with disdain: "Little friend, should you reflect on it, maybe it's because my approach is more reasonable than yours."

"What to reflect on, even I will not admit it."

He refused to admit it, and Fu Xingtu had nothing to do with him. After sitting down, he opened his backpack, found a box of yogurt and handed it to him.

Ao Ling was not polite at all, took the yoghurt and stretched it out, and Fu Xingtu took out the straw from the side of the backpack and handed it over.

The entire stand was watching their interaction, and someone exclaimed: "The relationship between these two is too complicated, from master and apprentice to teammates, from teammates to opponents. One minute they are still in the game, and the next minute they feel sympathetic." Father and son."

"What kind of metaphor is this? The two of them are no longer like father and son. Our Director Fu is still young."

"Whether it's love with father and son or love with sisters, the relationship between them is too enviable. In a desperate game on the court, whoever wins the championship off the court will not be angry with the other party."

Ao Ling thought for a while, then clicked on Weibo, Aite posted Fu Xingtu: "Next time I want to win back!"

Fu Xingtu quickly reposted this Weibo: "Come here."

The fans collectively exploded again: "My God, this interaction is too loving."

"I have a bad premonition, and I don't know whether to speak or not."

"Stop talking!!!"

After losing the 100-meter freestyle, Ao Ling would not take it lightly. He won the 100-meter butterfly on the second day. Fu Xingtu only took third place, and even Fan Yuhao never swam.

Ao Ling was very happy to see Fan Yuhao. After the game, the first, second and third players gathered on the sidelines and chatted.

Fu Xingtu asked Fan Yuhao: "Didn't you sign up for the 100-meter butterfly?"

"He went to Director Zheng, and on the last day of the registration deadline, he applied again."

Fu Xingtu looked at Ao Ling strangely: "How do you know so clearly?"

Fan Yuhao put his hand on Ao Ling's shoulder: "We talk on the phone every day, there is nothing he doesn't know, and I have no secrets in front of him."

Fu Xingtu: "!!!"

At this time, He Jiaxuan poked his head over from behind Ao Ling's shoulder: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Xingtu pushed his head away, and waved Fan Yuhao's hand away from Ao Ling's shoulder: "You two call each other every day, why don't I know?"

Fan Yuhao said proudly, "Because I always call him when you are not around..."

Ao Ling covered his mouth, and laughed dryly: "Hey, there is no one call every day, one occasionally, and occasionally..."

"You guys, don't dawdle, put on your clothes quickly, and the award ceremony will be presented immediately."

The 100-meter butterfly was the last competition of the day, and the awards ceremony was naturally at the end. However, none of the spectators in the stands left early.

Because, many people came to the scene to watch this game today, waiting for the same frame in the last century.

These three people are simply the top three in the current domestic swimming world. Fan Yuhao has always had a large fan base and his own fan club.

Ao Ling is even more popular as long as there is a competition, he is like a year-round Weibo trending user.

Although Fu Xingtu has only come back for eight months, and was ridiculed by netizens in the last championship, but this time the champion of the 100-meter freestyle severely slapped those who doubted him in the face.

He can step down from the altar, but as long as Fu Xingtu is willing, he can also ascend to the altar at any time.

After the awards ceremony, the photo of the three of them quickly spread all over the Internet and went out of the circle.

Even netizens who don't pay attention to swimming competitions reposted it one after another: "What kind of fairy face is this? The faces of the three are better than the other. This is the ceiling of the athlete's face."

"Is there any competition broadcast live on TV recently? I'm starting to be interested in swimming."

"Even if you don't look at the face, look at the figure, these three people are enough to make people's blood pump, okay, this waist, this leg, this butt, my God, please make your debut after you retire."

Sitting on the bus back to the hotel, Ao Ling raised his head from the phone screen and asked Xu Zitong who was sitting in front beside him: "What does debut mean?"

The girl next to him laughed at him: "You are really a village networker."

"What does village network mean?"

"..."

It was Liang Fan who kindly explained to him: "My debut is to become a star, to join the entertainment industry, I told you."

Ao Ling suddenly realized: "It's just singing or filming TV, I can't do anything, but I am good-looking and have my own traffic, I understand."

Deng Jiajia said: "The president of the Xiaoqi Global Fan Support Association is here. Now I will register on Weibo and apply for certification."

Ao Ling nodded: "It's fine for me to debut alone, it's fine for the two of them."

"Why?" Fu Xingtu was not convinced, "Are we any worse than you?"

Ao Ling replied as a matter of course: "The main reason is that you two don't know anything, and I'm worried that it will hold me back."

"..."

On the second day, in the 50-meter freestyle final, Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu's swimming lanes were next to each other, and the two entered the arena one after the other.

Ao Ling pulled Fu Xingtu's tracksuit and whispered, "I won't let you go today."

"Hmph," Fu Xingtu gave him a sneer, "We'll see."

The two of them stood on the starting platform, forgetting about the friendship between master and apprentice, and brotherhood, just like enemies, all they could think about was how to kill each other in the swimming pool.

The emotions of the audience were immediately lifted by the two of them: "Fuck, I feel that there is an atmosphere between them?"

"What atmosphere?"

"Falling in love and killing each other, the atmosphere of lifelong enemies."

"It would be great if there was a live broadcast of the game. It is suggested that the TV station can add special effects in the later stage, such as a circle of flames behind two people."

Before the competition started, the stands were divided into two distinct groups of fans, shouting, "Come on, Xiao Qi, you are the best in Chinese swimming."

The other side shouted: "Fu Xingtu, you are the return of the king, teach your apprentice a lesson."

The referee gestured for them to be quiet, and the athletes could hardly hear the starting instructions on the spot.

As expected, the two of them lived up to the expectations. After entering the water, they started to rush forward, advancing side by side without giving up an inch of ground. During the 50-meter race, no one took a breath.

Although Ao Ling is nearly 10 centimeters shorter than Fu Xingtu, he has a good sense of water, and he can move more water than others with every stroke.

And Fu Xingtu's weight loss in the past few months has not been in vain. Compared with three months ago, his strength has improved significantly.

In the last 15 meters, others were a little bit immobile. They were still accelerating, and they slapped their hands on the timing board almost at the same time. It was difficult for the naked eye to see who arrived first.

As if they had made an agreement, the two stood up from the water at the same time, turned around, raised their heads, and looked at the big screen.

In the next second, Ao Ling jumped up from the swimming pool, most of his body jumped out of the water, his tight eight-pack abdominal muscles brought a strong visual impact in the splashing water, and screams came and went from the stands.

"My cub has grown up!!!"

"Compared to two years ago, he has really changed a lot. At that time, he was a cute and soft cutie, but now he has transformed into a muscular macho."

"I like him both then and now, what's the matter with a mother fan wanting to become a girlfriend fan???"

"I didn't see Xiao Qi so excited when he won the Asian Games. It seems that he really values ​​Fu's mentoring this opponent."

"..."

The results of both of them have made breakthroughs, 21 seconds 84, Ao Ling tied his own Asian record, and Fu Xingtu also swam a good result of 21 seconds 86.

Ao Ling plunged into the water, came to the next swimming lane from below the waterline, hugged Fu Xingtu, laughed and shouted at him: "0.02 seconds, we are tied."

Fu Xingtu put his arms around his waist underwater, for fear that his feet would slip and fall, "I will definitely win you next time."

Ao Ling raised her chin and said almost cheek to cheek: "Come on, I'm afraid of you."

Fu Xingtu scolded in a low voice: "Little bastard."

The author has something to say: save love for a later date, and let's hurt each other happily first.

感谢在2021-04-2717:15:55~2021-04-2723:48:20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 scroll;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: I want to drink 1 green milk;

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