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

Qi Yi suddenly got off the equipment, walked to the sit-up board where Li Sichen was, and looked at him condescendingly: "If you are really free, add 500 push-ups."

"..."

He always spoke with an indifferent expression and tone of voice, let alone Li Sichen who had just arrived, even the two veteran players next to him dared not make a sound.

After finishing speaking, Qi Yi casually put the sweat towel on his shoulders, turned around and walked out of the gym.

Seeing this, Ao Ling hurriedly followed, and Qi Yi didn't speak any more along the way. When he walked to the playground, Ao Ling finally couldn't help asking: "Senior brother..."

Qi Yi thought that he also wanted to gossip about Fu Xingtu, so he turned his head and met Ao Ling's gaze.

Under the moonlight, the young man's eyes were as clear as a spring, he was a bit awkward, but he asked in a concerned tone: "Are you angry?"

"No," Qi Yi's tone changed a little, and it was much more relaxed than usual, "Director Fu doesn't like others talking about him."

Ao Ling nodded: "We should respect him."

In the last week of June, the day of the final exam, the training became less intense. Ao Ling didn't see Fu Xingtu for several days. It was said that he also had a final exam. They were training with another coach of the provincial team. It feels a lot easier.

Ao Ling also took part in the final exam as a symbol, and the result can be imagined. The whole provincial sports school knew that there was an idiot beauty in the swimming team. None of them reached the passing line.

Seeing his grades, Shen Fei sighed deeply. Although the grades of physical education specialty students are generally not good, they can't be so bad.

In the future, even if you apply for the culture class of the Physical Education College, you can't be too hip. The captain started to make a summer plan. In addition to the training camp, he had to make up for Ao Ling's culture class.

After the final exam, the whole team immediately entered a state of intense preparations—on the 27th of next month, all the school-age members of the provincial team and some students of the swimming team of the provincial sports school will participate in the National Youth "U Series" Swimming Championships.

The next day happened to be a Saturday. After the exam, everyone wanted to take advantage of the weekend to relax. On Monday, they would start hard training. However, some people refused to give them this opportunity.

Early in the morning, Fu Xingtu appeared in front of everyone refreshed, and announced with a smile that he would gather at the swimming pool in four or ten minutes. By the way, he informed everyone that he moved into the duty room upstairs in the male dormitory from today. The training camp is over.

Entering the training stage, the training arrangement has changed to water training in the morning and afternoon, and rest in the evening. Because the athletes in this competition must participate in the physical fitness test, each group needs to arrange two and a half days of land training every week.

Everyone thought that during the training camp, Fu Xingtu would torture them even harder, and the amount and level of training would definitely increase significantly.

In fact, this is not the case. The training plan formulated by Fu Xingtu is quite different from other coaches. It is very comprehensive but targeted. While focusing on training for competitions, it will also focus on strengthening the players' physical reserves, strength exercises and flexibility training.

Everyone is usually used to high-intensity planning, but it feels very relaxed when it comes to training camp, but there is one exception.

During dinner, Ao Ling was listening to his teammates discussing rare entertainment activities at night. Someone suggested going to the classroom to play cards, and someone suggested asking the women's team to turn off the lights and tell ghost stories.

Ao Ling is not interested in these, he is just worried that one chicken leg is not enough to eat.With the development of training, he found that his need for food was increasing, and his body was gradually adapting. After eating, he gradually lost the feeling of being full two days ago.

At this moment, someone was seated next to him suddenly, Ao Ling turned his head, and saw the food on the other party's plate before seeing the person coming, the big chicken leg was placed in the empty box intact, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Are you going to play cards tonight?"

It was Fu Xingtu's voice, Ao Ling shook his head, he didn't know how to play cards at all.

Fu Xingtu asked again: "Tell ghost stories with the women's team?"

Ao Ling shook his head again, if they wanted to listen, he could tell them about "Shan Hai Jing".

Fu Xingtu nodded in satisfaction: "Then come to the swimming pool at seven o'clock, I'll wait for you."

"what???"

Ao Ling's gaze finally shifted from the chicken leg to Fu Xingtu's face. The latter picked up the chicken leg and put it into his bowl, and raised his chin at him: "Eat it."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ao Ling struggled a little, feeling that this was not good. Although the chicken legs were delicious, there was only one for each person.

"I don't like this." Fu Xingtu looked at him like a loving old father, but what he actually thought in his heart was, "This kid is so easy to deceive."

"Okay!!!" Ao Ling's little head can't think so much, he said that if he doesn't like to eat, he doesn't like to eat, it doesn't matter, he likes to eat, and the Seventh Prince is happy to help him eliminate this big chicken leg!

Ao Ling kept in mind Liang Fan's teaching that "one minute late is 1 meters longer". Anyway, there was nothing to do at night. Not long after dinner, he came to the swimming pool with his equipment on his back.

After changing his clothes, he went in and saw that Fu Xingtu was already sitting by the pool, lowering his head and writing something in his notebook.

Ao Ling looked up at the time, it was only past six forty.

He thought about it roughly, and it seemed that Fu Xingtu was always the first to arrive at every training session.

The other groups are the players waiting for the coach, only their group has always been the coach waiting for the players.

Fu Xingtu closed his notebook and stood up: "Correct your butterfly stroke today, warm up first."

The warm-up was done by two people together. Ao Ling thought that the coach would personally go into the water to guide him today, but he didn’t. Fu Xingtu didn’t go into the water, nor did he let him go into the water. Instead, he asked him to do butterfly strokes and kicks on land. With an A-board in hand, ready to knock heads.

People practice on the shore and forget about it when they go into the water. Ao Ling is just the opposite. He can do whatever he wants in the water, but he can't do it well on land anyway.

Fu Xingtu was standing next to him, and the water ski in his hand fell on Ao Ling unexpectedly: "Pay attention to your sense of rhythm, every movement must be clearly expressed."

"Oh……"

The water ski in Fu Xingtu's hand fell to his shoulder again: "When paddling, you must maintain a certain height from shoulder to elbow, so that you can maintain effective forward momentum."

"it is good……"

Fu Xingtu seemed to be addicted: "Hands, back! Waist, move! Butt, out of the water! Legs, don't stop!"

He said that he was going to knock on the corresponding part of Ao Ling's body. Later, Ao Ling had formed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he saw Fu Xingtu raise his hand, he thought he was going to be beaten, and instinctively shrank to hide to the side. .

Fu Xingtu was really amused by his silly action, but he just smiled in his heart, his face remained unchanged, and the hand raised in the air didn't hold the water ski, but just touched Ao Ling's head , said with a loving face: "Go into the water."

!!!

Ao Ling's little heart, which had been devastated, had returned to its original position.

The competition is just around the corner, and even during the night break, many players have come to the swimming pool to give themselves additional training. There are various main events, both men and women, including Shen Fei and Qi Yi.

The team members who can give themselves extra training at this time must be very self-disciplined and not afraid of hardships. There is no laughing, playing or chatting in the whole swimming pool, only the water splashing one after another in each swimming lane and the crisp sound of freestyle kicks .

Youth should be like this, don't waste a minute or a second on the way of chasing your dreams, don't wait for time, seize the day and night.

Every time Fu Xingtu explained the technical movements to Ao Ling, there were always team members leaning over to listen in. However, the final result was often that the ears seemed to know it, and they immediately plunged into the water to practice, but found that it was really difficult to do it. Disaster.

Why is this?

After several team members' discussions and conclusions, they all agreed that Fu Xingtu was a peerless master of the Dugu seeking defeat rank, and his level of swimming was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Every day for dinner, Fu Xingtu would feed Ao Ling something on the dining table, sometimes a chicken leg, sometimes a cup of yogurt, sometimes an apple, today a piece of dark chocolate...

For delicious food, Ao Ling has always been willing to refuse anyone who comes, and this time is no exception, but after taking a bite, he put it on the table and refused to eat any more—it was too bitter, the little cutie wrinkled He frowned.

As a result, that night, he didn't go to the swimming pool for training!

Fu Xingtu waited until after seven o'clock, and more than a dozen fanboys and girls who came here admiringly came, but Ao Ling did not come.

Fu Xingtu was convinced, and when he walked into the 403 dormitory aggressively, he still carried an A-shaped board in his hand, with a murderous smile on his face, it seemed that he didn't plan to return empty-handed today, and two heads had to be harvested.

Ao Ling was sitting next to the desk, correcting the wrong questions on the final exam paper under the guidance of Shen Fei.

Little Dragon Cub's mind only had big chicken legs, duck breast and steak, and he couldn't hold mathematical formulas or English words. He frowned and struggled endlessly. A gel pen was gnawed into the surface of the moon by him.

Seeing the A-shaped board in Fu Xingtu's hand, Ao Ling's first reaction was to cover his head and quickly hide behind Shen Fei, fearing that the thing would fall on his head in the next second.

There's no way, after these few weeks of training, he was really scared of being beaten, what about the pride and dignity of the Seventh Prince, don't worry about it!

Seeing his instinctive reaction, Fu Xingtu was angry and funny, but the hand holding the A-shaped board was behind his back, and the other hand waved to Ao Ling: "Come here, I won't hit you."

Little Dragon Cub is both innocent and easy to deceive. Hearing that he said he would not fight, he honestly stood up from behind Shen Fei. As soon as he walked in front of Fu Xingtu, the A-shaped board in the opponent's hand waved over!

Ao Ling instinctively dodged to the side, but the A-shaped board fell on the head of Liang Fan who was playing with his mobile phone. Only then did Ao Ling realize that it was not him that Fu Xingtu wanted to hit.

Fu Xingtu asked him, "Why didn't you come to the swimming pool today?"

After his reminder, Ao Ling suddenly remembered that he was obsessed with studying and missed the training time.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked at Fu Xingtu very tangled: "Do I need to swim 16 more 1000 meters today?"

"???"

Fu Xingtu: "Why?"

Ao Ling looked at Liang Fan, who had been waving at him under the table, but Ao Ling didn't see it: "Brother Liang Fan said, if you are one minute late, you will swim 1 meters longer."

"Yes," Fu Xingtu suddenly realized, "It sounds like my original words."

Liang Fan lowered his head, wishing he could bury his head in the desk drawer, but Fu Xingtu's playful voice still sounded: "No, since Liang Fan said it, let him swim for you."