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

In order to catch up with Qiao Qisheng quickly, Xia Lin used her self-study classes every afternoon to go to the swimming pool for training.

He must try his best to catch up with Qiao Qisheng as quickly as possible. Qiao Qisheng is his target and goal, unless one day Qiao Qisheng stops swimming.

However, when he trained frantically for a year and was finally picked up by the city swimming team in the swimming competition before the start of the fourth grade, relying on his outstanding performance in all freestyle competitions, he was extremely happy and sadly injured.

The injury could have been avoided, but Xia Lin was too excited. After hearing the news, he stepped on the air and rolled down the steps.

Fortunately, there was a gentle slope, and Xia Lin stopped in time to avoid rolling down. The teammates beside him were also terrified as they chased down all the way.

"Xia Lin, how are you? Hurry up and ask your mother to come to the hospital." Wang Meng pulled his arm up and pulled him up, but he didn't pull it for a long time.

"No, my feet..." Xia Lin clutched her ankle in pain, frowning, "I can't move."

At this moment, Zhang Deying finished chatting with the coach of the city team from upstairs, and the two were walking downstairs one after the other, when they saw Xia Lin clutching her ankles on the slow stage, and quickly ran down three steps and two steps: "What's the matter, Xia Lin, where is the injury?"

"Foot, ankle." Xia Lin clutched his ankle and didn't let go. Goosebumps arose from the pain when he moved a little, so he could only maintain the status quo.

Yang Fanyi, the head coach of the city's swimming team who was following behind, came over and squatted down, and took the order aside: "Let me take a look."

As soon as Yang Fanyi touched his ankle, Xia Lin felt so painful that he wanted to kick him off, but he could only grit his teeth and close his eyes: "It hurts, coach."

"Hurry up, let the team doctor take a look at the school team first, and then go to the hospital." Yang Fanyi said, holding his hand and about to back it, but Xia Lin refused.

"Coach, don't memorize it, don't memorize it." Xia Lin stood up under the support of Wang Meng, with his left foot in the air, "I can do it myself."

"It's okay, it's okay to grin your teeth just now." Zhang Deying complained, squatting down, "Come on, I will carry it."

"No need, I'll slow down a bit." Xia Lin refused repeatedly. He was injured just after being selected. Wouldn't it make it more difficult for him to pass the level.

When several people were at a stalemate, Qiao Qisheng, who came back from buying food outside, saw this scene, ran up quickly, grabbed Xia Lin's arm and said nervously, "What's going on? How did you get hurt?"

When Xia Lin saw Qiao Qisheng, like seeing a relative, he immediately softened up: "Brother, you may have sprained your ankle..."

"Help me hold it, I'll carry you." Qiao Qisheng stuffed the bag of food in his hand to Wang Meng, took Xia Lin from his hand, and carried him downstairs directly.

The two coaches who were vying to recite but were rejected stood in place, looked at each other for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

——Team doctor's room.

"Xia Lin, why are you so careless?" Qiao Qisheng looked at his swollen ankle and wanted to slap him twice.

As an athlete, the health of the body is absolutely the first, and injury is a taboo.

"Don't be angry, I'm just... when I'm happy..." Xia Lin didn't finish speaking, but Wang Meng picked up the words.

"He got agitated and rolled down the stairs. Fortunately, there was a slow platform, otherwise..." Wang Meng didn't continue, he obviously turned cold when he saw the person who called "Brother, Brother" in Xia Lin's mouth.

It's not the same as what Xia Lin usually described.

However, Qiao Qisheng's words were interrupted by the team doctor: "I just did a simple treatment, apply ice, and preliminarily judged that the bones are fine, but just to be on the safe side, I'd better go to the hospital to have a look."

"I'm not going, where is Coach Yang? Brother, can you call him for me?" Xia Lin begged, shaking Qiao Qisheng's hand.

Qiao Qisheng said in a serious tone: "You wait."

Then he pointed at Wang Meng next to him: "You, watch him, don't move around."

Not knowing whether he was frightened by Qiao Qisheng's tone or shocked by his expression, Wang Meng, who has always been a bit aggressive, nodded.

After a while, Yang Fanyi came in with Qiao Qisheng, and saw Xia Lin lying on the bed with ice packs on her ankles, and felt distressed for a while: "Oh, tell me about you, why are you so excited."

"Coach... I, you don't want me, do you?" Xia Lin was so worried that she had to confirm this matter immediately.

"Hey, you're overthinking, rest first if you're sick, and you won't join the team until September." Seeing his worried look, Yang Fanyi didn't seem to be enough, so he patted him on the shoulder to reassure her, "Don't worry Heal your wounds, and only when you recover from your wounds can you go all out.”

Xia Lin still didn't seem to believe it, looked at Qiao Qisheng next to him, saw him nodding, and nodded accordingly, but still felt unsafe, so he stretched out his little finger in front of Yang Fanyi: "Pull the hook."

The originally serious and tense atmosphere was broken by Xia Lin's "pull hook". Yang Fanyi turned his head and smiled, and stretched out his little finger to hook him up like a coaxing child: "It's a deal."

"No, Coach Yang." Xia Lin hooked his finger and refused to let it go, saying plausibly, "Hanging on the hook will not change for 100 years, and I will join the team when I recover from illness. Whoever cheats is a puppy."

Seeing the sincerity on his face, he thought this ceremony was too childish. Yang Fanyi, whose five-year-old daughter didn't play anymore, suppressed his smile and repeated it formally. He was also forced to stamp his thumbs together: "Don't worry, Everything will wait until you recover from your illness."

Satisfied, Xia Lin let go of her hand, and the haze on her face dissipated instantly: "Then it's settled."

Then he reached out to Qiao Qisheng: "Brother, help me get up and go to the hospital."

·

An ankle injury restricted Xia Lin's activities. After being bored at home for a week, he finally couldn't help it.

While his parents were not at home, he limped downstairs on crutches, and happened to meet Yan Hongjuan who was about to go out to buy groceries. As soon as he called out the word "grandmother", she heard her yelling into the room: "Qisheng, Come out quickly, your brother has run down."

Qiao Qisheng, who was practicing brush calligraphy in meditation, put down his brush and ran over without a word, went upstairs in one breath, and helped him down: "Didn't I let you rest? Why did you go downstairs?"

"Brother, I'm about to grow hair." Xia Lin walked down quickly with his support, and followed into the house, "I feel like I can go swimming now, and I can walk."

As he spoke, he leaned his crutch against the wall and showed it to Qiao Qisheng.

As soon as he took a step, Qiao Qisheng came over and hugged him: "The doctor said that you will be injured for a hundred days, and you will need at least one month!"

"Then I must be a medical miracle." Xia Lin walked away from him and limped forward, "Look, I can already do it. It is said that swimming can also relieve pain."

It still hurts a bit, but bearable.

Xia Lin ignored his worries and continued: "And I'm worried that if I don't swim, I'll be left behind, and I won't be able to catch up with you."

Qiao Qisheng pressed him to sit on the chair: "No, recharging your energy is for better performance in the future!"

"But..." Xia Lin wanted to stand up, but was pushed down again.

Qiao Qisheng: "Be good, be obedient."