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

Everyone looked at each other, who was studying at a medical university, oh, it was Fu Xingtu.

Shen Fei asked: "Studying medicine is very difficult. You need to read a lot of books every day, and each book is as thick as a dictionary."

Ao Ling: "Is it so hard?"

"Yes," Liang Fan said, "I still have to take anatomy class and feel the corpse and bones every day."

Ao Ling immediately changed her words: "Forget it, I'm too stupid to study medicine. I'm going to New Oriental to learn cooking."

"..."

Qi Yi looked at him like an old landlord looking at his own stupid son: "Oh, I have to find a smarter wife for him in the future."

Liang Fan asked, "Xiao Qi, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ao Ling thought about all the girls he knew, Xu Zitong, Deng Jiajia, Han Xinyan... all of them were pretty good, but they couldn't be said to like them very much.

He only likes to stay with his seniors, and then a name suddenly flashed in his mind.

The team leader once privately suggested that Ao Ling should be given some psychological counseling: "Let him adjust his state quickly, and there will be many games after that. It would be good for him to chat with a psychologist."

Shen Xingguo waved his hand: "No, he's just too tired and doesn't need any psychological counseling. I can handle it well."

Shen Xingguo didn't criticize Ao Ling because of his poor performance in the World Championships, and he didn't even say a serious word. This is Shen Fei, his own son, and Fu Xingtu, an apprentice who is closer than his own son. treatment.

Not only that, but he also reduced Ao Ling's training plan by half for each training session. He got into the water before others, so Shen Xingguo asked him to stand by the pool, gave him a long bamboo pole, and said to see who would not You can hit whoever is pleasing to the eye.

Liang Fan said: "Hit me, hit me, senior brother has itchy skin recently, and I really want to be hit."

Then Qi Yi slapped him on the back, almost hurting him internally.

There was no training on Sunday, and he even asked Fu Xingtu to take Ao Ling out to have fun, but they were not allowed to eat outside, and had to return to the training base before dinner.

Ao Ling clamored to row a boat every day, and this time he found a chance.

A few people came to West Lake by car early in the morning. It is summer vacation and weekend, and tourists are everywhere on the Broken Bridge and Su Causeway.

Ao Ling was attracted by the little brothers and sisters who were wearing Hanfu and taking pictures. He watched them do somersaults, play skateboards, sing and dance, and crowded wherever there were too many people.

Fu Xingtu grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him back: "If you stick in the crowd again, we will become a landscape in a while."

Ao Ling promised well, and after a while, he was attracted by the tour guide at the side, what is Xu Xianbai, who returned to the city in the same boat, and borrowed an umbrella to make love.

Ao Ling clamored to row a boat, Shen Fei wanted to go to the nearby Yuefei Temple, and Qi Yi wanted to see the ten scenic spots of West Lake, so they split up.

When renting a boat, Fu Xingtu and Ao Ling still had a disagreement. The former wanted to rent a boat with a master to help him row, while Ao Ling wanted to do it himself.

Fu Xingtu said: "That's not impossible, anyway, I won't do it, you paddle alone."

Ao Ling raised her chin: "If you paddle alone, paddle alone."

He said it nicely. After getting on the boat, look here and there. The beautiful scenery of West Lake is overwhelming. My heart has already flown away. I don’t have the heart to row a boat.

The person who said he wanted to row the boat by himself was fresh for a while when he just came out of the pier, and he started to strike within half an hour.

Fu Xingtu felt like he was practicing the dynamometer all afternoon under the scorching sun.

Looking back, the little bastard who wanted to row a boat had already fallen asleep leaning on the side of the boat.

The boat is swaying, there is a sunshade above the head, and there is a breeze blowing on the lake from time to time. It would be better if there is another pillow.

Fu Xingtu looked around, and almost threw him into the West Lake to feed the fish.

Later, they picked up Qi Yi and Liang Fan at the pier on the other side. Liang Fan took over the heavy responsibility and began to work hard. Fu Xingtu sat next to Ao Ling and used him as a human cushion.

Sitting opposite, Qi Yi looked at Fu Xingtu with great interest, and suddenly asked a question that caught him off guard: "Senior brother, you have already reached the age where you can get married, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Fu Xingtu's brow was sweating, and he lowered his head and rubbed against Ao Ling's white T-shirt: "Dating love will delay training."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"believe it or not."

Qi Yi said: "I feel that you are coveting my little junior brother."

The little junior fell asleep lying there like a pig, feeling like a mountain was being carried on his back, and he was almost out of breath.

"Nonsense," Fu Xingtu showed a loving smile, and patted Ao Ling's head, "I raised him as a son."

His "son" couldn't bear his heavy fatherly love, woke up, touched the drool on his chin: "I'm a little hungry."

Liang Fan casually pointed in the direction: "Look, cutie, there is a restaurant over there, West Lake Vinegar Fish, Longjing Shrimp, Beggar's Chicken, Mrs. Song's Fish Soup, Dongpo Braised Pork...these are their signature dishes."

Ao Ling swallowed while listening, her face was full of wanting to eat, but finally said: "Forget it, Director Shen said that you can't eat outside, come back later."

Fu Xingtu felt very relieved: "The child has grown up and is sensible."

After returning from the West Lake, Ao Ling returned to his previous heartless state. It seemed that there were no other important things with him except training and eating.

Fu Xingtu breathed a sigh of relief. He observed Ao Ling for several days, but in the end, the problem he was worried about did not happen.

The little guy is already very clingy to him, always inseparable from him.

Just when he thought the World Championships had ended, one night when he was sleeping, Ao Ling suddenly called him: "Fu Xingtu."

Okay, from Director Fu to Junior Brother Fu, they are all called by their first names now. The children have grown up and have their own ideas. It's a big deal.

Fu Xingtu said: "There is nothing to eat, so bear with it when you are hungry."

"I'm not hungry."

"Go to bed if you're not hungry."

Ao Ling said, "I have a question for you."

"I'll ask tomorrow, I'm sleepy."

Something flew over in the darkness and hit him directly on the head. Ao Ling asked him, "Are you awake?"

Fu Xingtu gritted his teeth with hatred, there was really nothing he could do with this little bastard.

"Just ask."

"That night, you asked me if I was angry with you, why did you ask?"

What Fu Xingtu was worried about finally happened. Ao Ling has a good memory. Even if he was in a depressed mood and didn't pay attention, he would remember it later.

"It's been so long, I don't even remember."

"I know why,"

The voice suddenly rang in his ears, this time Ao Ling sat beside his bed, Fu Xingtu sat up holding the pillow he just threw over, reached out to touch the bedside lamp, but found the other hand.

Ao Ling turned on the light and also adjusted it to the darkest brightness. The warm light shrouded the two of them, drawing a quiet and soft area in the darkness.

"You're worried that I'll be mad because you took my place in the relay race, aren't you?"

It seems that this kid is not stupid at all. Fu Xingtu sat on the head of the bed and smoothed his forehead hair that was about to cover his eyes: "Then are you angry?"

"I'll be angry if it's someone else, but I won't be angry if it's you."

Fu Xingtu looked at him: "Why?"

"If I don't perform well and someone takes my place and wins the championship, that person can only be you, otherwise I won't be reconciled."

As expected, the kid is not that magnanimous, and his desire to win is still very strong. He is not willing to lose to others, but he is the only one who was the accident.

Fu Xingtu felt as if someone had poured a cup of honey with a concentration exceeding the standard in his throat. It was so sweet that he couldn't speak for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Ao Ling said: "But even if you take my place and win me, I will definitely win back next time."

Fu Xingtu pinched his shoulder: "My little friend, I've already beaten you twice. Don't speak big words too early, or you will be slapped in the face."

"Old man, whoever slaps whose face, just wait and see."

The Pan Pacific Swimming Championships is a Pan Pacific swimming event hosted by the Pan Pacific Swimming Federation. It used to be held every two years, and then every four years. The time is usually in August. The participating countries are the United States, Canada, Australia, and Japan. , China and other countries in the Pan-Pacific region.

It's not a world event, it's just a regional one.Although not many people paid attention to this event, each country still sent the strongest lineup to participate.

This year's competition was held in Tokyo, Japan. Although only a few countries participated, the unfriendly atmosphere made Ao Ling very uncomfortable.

这一次，他还是报了50米、100米自由泳和蝶泳，以及200米混合泳五个个人项目，还有男子4×100米混合泳接力、男女4×100米混合泳接力，男子4×100米和4×200米自由泳接力四个接力项目。

That adds up to another nine events, and each day has at least one competition.

The US team has always been the overlord of this event, the number of gold medals has never been less than 15, followed by Australia.

Whether in the inspection room or on the sidelines, Ao Ling could clearly feel that the attitudes of other national teams towards the US team were completely different from those towards the Chinese team.

On the first day of the competition, an American star won the gold medal in the women's 400-meter freestyle. Australian, Canadian and Japanese athletes came forward to congratulate her across several swimming lanes.

The next day, Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu participated in the 100-meter freestyle final together.Also participating are two Americans, one Australian, one Canadian, one Brazilian and one Japanese.

In the inspection room, the famous American general Adrian Davis kept his eyes on Fu Xingtu. They had fought against each other many times a few years ago. After Fu Xingtu retired, he felt a little regretful, thinking that he had lost an evenly matched player. opponent.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xingtu came back two years later, and won the gold medal in the 100-meter freestyle at the World Championships for the first time in an international competition.

As for the kid next to Fu Xingtu, although the public opinion said he was a once-in-a-century genius, they had already played against each other twice in last year's Short Course Championship and last month's World Championship.

To be honest, a very ordinary child can't be compared with Fu Xingtu back then, and he can't be compared with the kids of the same age as their American team.

The Chinese team has always dominated the youth competitions. As they grow older, the gap between them and the world's first-class athletes will increase, especially in their men's team and short-distance events.

In terms of explosiveness, Caucasians have an inherent racial advantage.

"Hi!"

At this time, someone greeted him, and Davis looked up. It was an Australian teenager named Mike Horton. Last time in the World Championships, this kid didn't even have an individual event. He went to South Korea with the national team Swimmed two freestyle relays.

Pantai's low-gold competition can be regarded as giving these rising young players a chance.

At that time, he made a special trip to say that he was his idol.

Davis nodded to Horton without even giving him a smile.

Horton added: "It must be an easy thing for you to win a championship like this."

Davis suddenly found that the Chinese kid who was sitting in the corner arranging his swimming cap was cuter, at least he would not make noise in front of him.

Ao Ling turned his head and saw that the back of Fu Xingtu's swimming cap was rolled up, so he stretched out his hand to tidy it up for him.

Fu Xingtu turned his head, smiled and said thank you.

At this time, the players participating in the 100-meter freestyle final are ready to enter.

A few athletes walked past them, their contemptuous eyes not even concealed.

Ao Ling stood up: "I heard that you once lost to that Davis."

"Well, I lost."

"I'll help you win it back."

"No need," Fu Xingtu smiled, "I won it back last month."

Ao Ling nodded: "Then I will win it back for myself."

The way the athletes entered the arena was very ceremonial, introducing them one by one, and standing in the middle one by one to accept the audience's applause and cheers.

Ao Ling can clearly feel that the audience is not only enthusiastic about the Japanese players, but also the American players. When he is a Chinese, the applause and cheers are obviously concentrated in a certain area of ​​the stand, where most of them are from China. Overseas students held a banner that read "Come on Chinese Team" and had the national flag painted on their faces.

Standing in front of the starting platform, Aoling didn't even need to take a deep breath or jump twice to arouse his excitement. He only needed to look at that idiot Holden, and he felt full of strength.

Holden was right next to him. In Ao Ling's eyes, he was not a competitor, but more like a moving chicken blood, who could swim faster just by looking at him.

So, when he turned around, Ao Ling couldn't see him. Instead, he could see another American player named Evans, Ao Ling's old opponent, across a swimming lane.

Ao Ling didn't even think about it, and increased the speed of her arm stroke, and Evans couldn't see it at a distance of less than ten meters.

So Ao Ling had no reference, and began to sprint at his own pace with his head buried.

His condition today was so good that he exceeded his expectations. He felt that he didn't need to exert much force at all. The water seemed to be swimming with life, and it would push him forward by itself.

This is his greatest advantage, the unparalleled sense of water, every cell in his body seems to have the ability to feel water, and he knows their fluidity like the back of his hand.

Although he was exhausted and out of breath when he was on the side of the road, the hearty feeling was great. Before he looked at the big screen, he had a strong premonition in his heart—he was sure to win.

Sure enough, at 47 seconds, he swam his personal best time in this event and also the best time in the world this year. Not only did he break the competition record, but he also broke the Asian record set by himself last year.

American Evans is second, Fu Xingtu is third, Horton's idol Adrian Davis is only fourth, and Horton himself is eighth.

Ao Ling landed under the amazed eyes of a group of people. Everyone found it incredible that he was a full second faster than No.2. This result would have won the championship in the last Olympic Games.

Davis stared at the big screen in disbelief. Yesterday, when he was being interviewed by an American media, he said that the biggest opponent in his mind was Fu Xingtu. Just a little boy who hasn't been weaned.

This is a slap in the face, the unweaned little boy took the first place with a huge advantage with a pacifier in his mouth.

This can't be explained by the fact that the competition is not important enough, and the others just swam casually, because they not only won the first place, but also swam the best result in the world this year.

Ao Ling walked past the crowd, accepting their probing, envious or disdainful gazes frankly.

The jealousy in Holden's eyes was about to turn into substance, and the air was filled with a strong sour smell. When Ao Ling walked past him, he couldn't control his impulse and stretched out his hand.

He also knew that it would be ugly to do so in full view, but he just couldn't control himself and wanted to stop Ao Ling from saying something disgusting to him.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, he swung his arm with a strong force, causing him to take back his hand in pain, and at the same time, he took half a step back.

Ao Ling ran over without squinting. Not far away, Fu Xingtu opened his arms to welcome the children who were rushing towards him.

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