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

"Responsible?" Ao Ling blinked her big innocent eyes, and looked at him vigilantly and expectantly, "What responsibility and how?"

Fu Xingtu glanced at him, wanted to laugh but suppressed it, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look at me like that, my self-control has been severely overdrawn in the past few months, maybe..."

Maybe the latter words were swallowed back by him again, indicating that the little self-control left was still functioning.

Ao Ling blinked, and the slender and thick eyelashes swept across his palm twice. Fu Xingtu quickly retracted his hand as if he had been scalded by something.

Don't look at Mr. Fu, who is 23 this year, he is actually similar to Ao Ling in terms of relationship, they are all a blank slate.

Ao Ling was still waiting for the answer to his question about how he should be responsible, but Fu Xingtu had already laid down with the quilt in his arms: "You don't need to be responsible now, you can take responsibility after the Olympics."

"..."

After he finished speaking, he turned off the light and turned over to face outside, planning to go to sleep.

Xiaolong cub counted the time with his fingers. The Olympic Games will be held in August, so there will only be eight months if there is a lot of competition, so it is not impossible.

Just about to lie down and go to sleep, he suddenly remembered something was wrong, so he rushed over to grab Fu Xingtu's quilt again: "Didn't you say you went downstairs and bought me a Coke?"

Fu Xingtu waved his hand and pressed him on the pillow next to him: "Drink some Coke, go to bed quickly, and I will beat you up if you have nothing to do."

Ao Ling bent his arms to show him his well-developed biceps, and his eyes were not fierce enough, but also cute: "Look at who we beat the other."

Fu Xingtu pulled the quilt for him, and his tone softened instantly: "Hey, go to sleep."

"..."

The little dragon cub's face turned as red as boiled shrimp.

He found that as long as Fu Xingtu was closer to him, something was wrong with him.

The two of them lay side by side, each covered with their own quilt, the temperature of the air conditioner was sufficient, and there was no need to worry about catching a cold.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Fu Xingtu felt something was wrong, and the restless small stove next to him stuck up again. This time, Ao Ling still wrapped his arms around his neck tightly, strangling him awake from his sleep .

This child is really dishonest when sleeping, and I don't know if it's because of his lack of security. He has to hold something in his arms to sleep peacefully.

Fu Xingtu remembered that when he was in the dormitory, the first thing he did when he woke up every morning was to stick his head out and look at Ao Ling's bed next to him. Children were rarely covered with quilts, and usually held in their arms.

Fu Xingtu opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark for 5 minutes. His chaotic thoughts returned to the situation when he first met Ao Ling at the sports school in City A two and a half years ago.

A thin and confused little boy, who has been coldly and violently bullied by his coach and bullied by his teammates for a long time, but there is always a stubbornness in his eyes that refuses to admit defeat.

He brought him to the provincial team, trained him himself, corrected his skills little by little, watched his performance improve by leaps and bounds, took him to the park for a run, accompanied him through dozens of games, big and small, and won countless championships.

Later, they became teammates from mentors and apprentices, and he didn't know when he felt so differently towards Ao Ling.

But that little thing didn't notice it, and was still sticking to him every day, relying on him and trusting him wholeheartedly.

If the problem is just that he has feelings for Ao Ling that go beyond his teammates, as an adult, Fu Xingtu is confident that he will hide this feeling well, so that no one, at least not another person involved, will find out.

But later he discovered that things were much more complicated than this, and Ao Ling seemed to have thought about himself in that regard.He has a pure mind, and whatever he thinks will be written on his face, not to mention Fu Xingtu, even Qi Yi can see it.

If Shen Xingguo knew that he dared to seduce the future Olympic champion into a relationship, he might be hanged up and beaten by his master.

Besides, even if Ao Ling is 187 centimeters tall, he is still a child. Fu Xingtu does not want to find a boyfriend who is immature.

Therefore, he began to deliberately distance himself from Ao Ling, in order for both of them to calm down and train well.But whenever he saw the puzzled and aggrieved expression on the child's face, he felt a little bit reluctant to see him sad.

In this conflicting and tormenting mood, Fu Xingtu spent several months.

He originally thought that this matter could be postponed until after the Olympics, but unexpectedly, that little guy unexpectedly kissed him tonight.

In fact, Fu Xingtu was bubbling with joy, but he didn't want to show it in front of Ao Ling.

He turned over and found that Ao Ling was sleeping soundly with his head buried in his neck again. This kid really didn't have a good heart. At this time, he was still sleeping next to him. .

"Alas..." Fu Xingtu sighed silently into the darkness, hugged his little apprentice resignedly, and patted his back lightly, giving him enough sense of security.

The next morning, Ao Ling woke up earlier than Fu Xingtu. When he opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged face of the other party. He remembered that when Fu Xingtu was sleeping last night, his back was turned to him, and when they woke up in the morning, they were actually facing each other.

Without thinking about it, he leaned forward and kissed Fu Xingtu again.The latter opened his eyes immediately, and said with a blank face, "Taking advantage of me again."

Ao Ling looked at him with a smile: "I will be responsible."

"..."

Soon after, Fu Xingtu, Ao Ling, Shen Fei and Liang Fan went to the national team for winter training.

When sharing rooms, Fu Xingtu offered to share a room with Shen Fei, and handed Liang Fan the key card of the other room.

Ao Ling immediately pulled Shen Fei and said, "Captain, I'll change rooms with you."

"Why?" Shen Fei looked puzzled. When Fu Xingtu was the coach, no one wanted to live in the same room with him. Now that he is a team member, unexpectedly he is quite popular.

Unexpectedly, before Ao Ling spoke, Fu Xingtu gave Shen Fei a hand on the other side: "Whatever change, obey the arrangement."

Shen Fei: "???"

Who is the captain and who should obey the arrangement?

It seems that I am the one who is very popular now?

Ao Ling glanced at Fu Xingtu, who also happened to be looking at him leisurely.

Liang Fan stood by the side and kept looking at his phone, never intending to take a look at the three people who were arguing.

It happened to be past ten o'clock in the evening with Qi Yi, and Liang Fan had to hurry up to chat with him.

At this time, Fan Yuhao grabbed Ao Ling's shoulder from the side: "Why don't you share a room with me."

Alarm bells rang in Fu Xingtu's mind immediately, and before he could say "no", Ao Ling said briskly, "Okay."

"!!!"

He quickly pushed Shen Fei to Liang Fan's side: "You two live here."

He went to pull Aoling again, and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget, you are responsible for me."

Ao Ling turned her head and smiled embarrassedly at Fan Yuhao: "I'd better live with my junior brother."

Although in the room, the two of them had a rough time, but in the training, they were not ambiguous at all.

Although they come to the plateau for training once or twice a year, Ao Ling is used to this kind of aerobic training, but in the hypoxic environment of the plateau, they still have to do their best to hold their breath underwater during short-distance sprints. All are difficulties to be overcome.

Not only is it difficult for him, but it is even more so for Fu Xingtu, a former heart patient.

In just one week, the two of them had already lost two or three catties.

Too tired from training during the day, Ao Ling couldn't concentrate when studying at night, like a late-stage procrastination patient, while biting the tip of his pen, he peeked at Fu Xingtu who was sitting next to him.

Although Fu Xingtu had already suspended his studies, he had already submitted his graduation thesis opening report to his tutor in the semester before his suspension. If he went back to study after the Olympics, he would be in his third year of graduate school, and it was time to consider graduation.

In his spare time every night, he usually stays in the room, reading a book while urging Ao Ling to study.

"What are you looking at? Have you solved this problem yet?" Fu Xingtu raised his eyelids and reprimanded him pretending to be serious.

Ao Ling shook her head obediently: "I can't do it, you call me."

Fu Xingtu buried his head and took a look. A trigonometric function problem was indeed difficult, so he took the draft paper and prepared to explain it to Ao Ling in detail.

When dividing subjects, Ao Ling decisively chose liberal arts. He really didn't know anything about physics and chemistry, but his memory was amazingly good. History and politics were not difficult for him at all. Therefore, apart from mathematics, he actually had no other subjects. not bad.

After Fu Xingtu talked for a long time, he raised his head dryly, "Do you understand?"

Ao Ling nodded, then shook his head: "I don't understand, please tell me again."

Fu Xingtu looked at him and sighed, "What major do you want to study in the future?"

Ao Ling rested her chin on one hand, thought seriously for a second, and then gave the answer: "I want to learn to be a chef."

Fu Xingtu threw the pen on the table: "New Oriental doesn't need to take the math test, you can do it with your hands."

Ao Ling closed the book: "Great!"

Fu Xingtu imagined the scene of Ao Ling wearing white work clothes and a chef's hat shaking spoons by the stove, which scared him to death—he is a little apprentice who can only cook, not suitable for working, only suitable for eating old people .

Fu Xingtu picked up the pen again, hooked Ao Ling's neck, and pressed him against the desk: "Listen carefully, I will explain this question again."

From the second week, Ao Ling slowly began to overcome the problem of holding his breath underwater. After all, he is young and in good health. He has been training a lot, whether it is lung capacity, maximum heart rate reserve, or blood oxygen carrying capacity. All top-notch.

Even if you are a little uncomfortable when you first go to the plateau, you can adjust it in a week at most.

The person who really struggled to overcome this difficulty was Fu Xingtu. This was the first time he went to altitude training after he paid for it.

I still remember two years ago, when I saw Ao Ling suffering from altitude sickness when he came to M City for training for the first time, I just comforted him to persevere.

Unexpectedly, now that it was his turn, he began to deeply understand how uncomfortable the series of reactions in his body would be as the training mission progressed.

The physical discomfort is second to none, the failure to complete the training plan and meet the expected requirements is the most anxious thing for him at present.

This day's training ended, he didn't have an appetite for lunch, and was about to go back to his room to rest, when he met the team leader on the way, who just happened to ask him for something and asked him to go to his room.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-0423:53:51~2021-05-0523:58:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Erbai, glasses and earrings; 5 bottles of Lanyu Lingxin;

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