The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

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Ever since Zhang Deying tacitly allowed Xia Lin to practice for half an hour, Xia Lin has become a follower of the professional team. Every day after the training of the basic class, he will practice for half an hour.

In the first half a month, he couldn't keep up at all, which was nothing. He was often hanged and circled by other people, and Qiao Qisheng could even be circled more than four times.

So much so that in the first few days, he was so tired that he fell asleep when he got home, and slept until dawn.

Half a month later, he seemed to get used to this intensity, and then he slowly got better. Once, he even kept up with the breaststroke lap.

On the same day, Xia Lin learned from other people that the last 5000-meter butterfly was not a normal training at all, because Qiao Qisheng competed with him to release the water.

It's funny to say that Xia Lin felt that he was swimming to death.

True to Xia Lin's unyielding spirit, when the training ended on the last day of the Spring Festival, Mao Sheng left him alone: ​​"Xia Lin, you have made great progress recently."

"Thank you coach for the compliment." Xia Lin looked at him triumphantly, the corners of his mouth never pressed down.

"After the new year is over and training resumes, you can go to the improvement class for training." Mao Sheng gave him a thumbs up after speaking, "Good job Xia Lin."

Xia Lin doesn't care about the key classes of the improvement class, he only cares about when he can catch up with Qiao Qisheng: "Coach Mao, when can I go to the professional team?"

"Don't you practice with them every day? What do you think, how is your current level?" Mao Sheng also said in support of Zhang Deying, saying that this little guy worked very hard.

That day, Biwan was worried that he would be beaten to the ground, but he didn't expect that he would become more frustrated and courageous.

Xia Lin frowned and thought for a while, a small face showed many emotions: "I think there is still a gap."

To tell the truth, Mao Sheng is not young, he has taught many students, it is really a child who is as old as him, and after realizing that he is not as good as others, has such a humble attitude, and is not inferior, and knows how to keep working hard. very few.

He even saw a bright future for Xia Lin.

He rubbed Xia Lin's hair: "If you feel that there is still a gap, just practice hard, and don't relax too much when you rest at home during the Chinese New Year."

"Well, thank you coach, I understand." Xia Lin nodded, "Then you still teach the advanced class?"

Mao Sheng smiled: "It was me before the professional team."

However, Xia Lin is a six-year-old child after all.

No matter how hard you train, you can't resist the temptation to stay at home in your spare time.

Since the day off, he has been at home watching TV.

After watching TV for three days in a row, Yang Pingping finally became irritable and forced him to go out to play.

Then Xia Lin moved to Qiao Qisheng's house.

"Brother, I don't want to play this, I want to watch TV." Xia Lin was dragged to play chess by Qiao Qisheng, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"Watching TV is not good for the eyes, this trains the brain." Qiao Qisheng said, waving his "car" to eat his "cannon", "It's your turn."

Xia Lin was distracted for a moment, and didn't pay attention to which step he took, so she was anxious: "What did you eat?"

Qiao Qisheng shook the red "cannon" next to him in his hand.

"No, no, I didn't see it, I won't go there." Xia Lin got up and went to grab the "cannon" from his hand, "I'll go here."

Qiao Qisheng arched his "pawn" and was about to take away his "cannon" but was snatched away.

Xia Lin: "I'm going here."

Qiao Qisheng smiled slightly, raised his horse's hoof and kicked his "cannon": "Your cannon is dead, don't struggle."

The last one who can walk is eaten, then the loser is guaranteed.

Xia Lin, who was in a state of desperation, straightly messed up the pieces on the chessboard, got up and said, "No more, no more, what is it, grandma, I want to watch TV!"

"Grandma, don't give him the remote control." Qiao Qisheng grabbed the remote control and raised it above his head, "If you can get it, I'll let you see it."

Although Xia Lin was much taller than before, Qiao Qisheng was also growing. Xia Lin still couldn't snatch the remote control back from him after spending a long time.

Finally, he sat on the sofa with puffed cheeks like a deflated ball: "Brother! I'm not going to be with you!"

"Come here." Qiao Qisheng took his hand and walked into the back room.

"Why, I don't play chess, I don't want to play." Xia Lin pouted, shook off his hand, sat back angrily, and refused to move no matter what he said.

In the end, Qiao Qisheng had no choice but to pick him up from the sofa and enter the room: "You rub the ink for me, and I will write."

Xia Lin took the ink stick unhappily: "Can I watch TV?"

Qiao Qisheng raised his chin, motioning him to rub the ink first: "Children always watch TV is not good for their eyes."

"Brother, why do you like these things? Only my grandparents would like them." Xia Lin couldn't resist him, so he had to do as he pleased.

But from time to time, he glanced at the TV in the living room, looking forward to the next second when Qiao Qisheng said, "Okay, let's watch TV."

However, until Qiao Qisheng finished writing each calligraphy, he couldn't wait for this sentence.

Xia Lin threw the ink stick onto the ink plate, and sat on the chair next to him: "Don't grind, I'm exhausted, so I can't use ink?"

"Hey, hold on, I'll just write two more words." Qiao Qisheng picked up the ink stick he had thrown aside and stuffed it into his hand, "Xiao Lin, can you help me?"

Xia Lin pouted: "I want to watch TV later."

"You can do anything but watch TV." Qiao Qisheng shouldered the heavy responsibility of not allowing Yang Pingping to watch TV, so he couldn't let it fall by the wayside.

"That's not grinding." Xia Lin piled onto the chairs, with resistance written all over her body.

"Then watch it for a while, I have the final say on what to see." Qiao Qisheng pulled him over, "It's just a few words."

Waiting left and right and finally waiting for him to finish writing, Xia Lin was about to run to watch TV, but he stopped him again: "Brother, what are you doing, isn't it a holiday now? If you don't let me take a rest, I just want to Watching TV is not allowed."

"You take this home and give it to your uncles and aunts." Qiao Qisheng finished the scroll that he had written at the beginning, while motioning for him to put away the ink sticks that were thrown aside, and said, "In the future, when grinding ink, remember The ink block is perpendicular to the grinder, otherwise the ink produced by the grinder will not be good for writing, and you will get twice the result with half the effort, you know?"

"Hey, I know." Xia Lin couldn't wait any longer, grabbed the poster in his hand, grabbed his hand and walked to the living room, "Let's go, watch TV."