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

At the beginning, Fu Xingtu did some low-intensity training in the gym every day. Slowly, as the intensity and quantity increased, he realized that he couldn't do what he wanted.

After all, he is no longer a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, and it is very difficult to adapt.

Ao Ling would go to the gym to accompany him as long as he had no training class or culture class.Standing next to the equipment, I can't help but instruct him a few words.

"The movement is standard, 90° is 90°, don't bend your elbows, start over!"

Fu Xingtu got off the equipment, stepped beside him, and bumped him with his strong chest: "Little brat, you've grown up, haven't you?"

Ao Ling pushed him unceremoniously: "Why are you talking to senior brother, hurry up, there are still three sets of movements, and you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish them."

The two of them are going to fight as they practice, and the atmosphere of being teammates is much more relaxed than being a master and apprentice.

Ao Ling always regarded himself as a senior brother in front of Fu Xingtu, Fu Xingtu gave him a white look: "Why do you call me a senior brother? Even Shen Fei and the others have to call me a senior brother."

Ao Ling said: "Whoever comes first is the senior brother."

"I have been training here since I was five years old, whoever you say will come first."

"But then you went to be a coach again, and you just came back to be a player a few days ago, of course it is my junior."

Fu Xingtu nodded in admiration: "From now on, brother, please protect me more."

"no problem."

Shen Fei will take the college entrance examination next year. Although he still focuses on training and competitions, he still hopes to have more time to study after training.

So Fu Xingtu switched with him and asked him to move into his own dormitory and live alone every day, so that he could go to class with peace of mind without being disturbed.

Shen Fei readily agreed, and packed up his things and moved up overnight.

403 ushered in a newcomer, and the dormitories within a radius of five meters only dared to close the door and behave in a low-key manner every day, and never dared to come to 403 to drop by.

Even if Li Sichen had something to do with Ao Ling, he only dared to peek at the door, and waved like a signal to call Ao Ling out.

It seems that although Fu Xingtu is no longer a coach, his remaining prestige is still there. Except for the little boy who is inseparable from him every day, everyone else is still very afraid of him.

The two were inseparable and talked about everything, Liang Fan couldn't get in, so he could only pester Qi Yi every day, and the latter annoyed him to death: "Can you get away, thank you!"

"No," Liang Fan leaned on his shoulder and said aggrievedly, "My little cutie used to be inseparable from me, but now that Mr. Fu is back to his old job, Xiao Qi has abandoned me and wears a pair of pants with him every day. "

"What does it mean to go back to the old job, can you speak?" Qi Yi really convinced this illiterate, he couldn't even learn his mother tongue well, and he still learned idioms.

Liang Fan put his arms around his waist and did not let go: "I don't care, Xiaoqi doesn't want me anymore, so I can only follow you."

Qi Yi sneered: "I don't want you either."

"How can you do that, can you still get rid of me in this life?"

Qi Yi glanced at him, and resisted the urge to hit him on the head with a sack: "Can you be a little more confident?"

Liang Fan was even more aggrieved: "I won several gold medals in the Youth Olympic Games."

"So what? It's been a few months since the Asian Games, and your grades haven't improved at all. Do you still want to participate in the Olympics? I see..."

When he said this, his voice stopped abruptly, it was strange, how careless he was in other people's affairs.He pushed Liang Fan away: "Stay on the sidelines, I'm so annoying."

Liang Fan was taller and stronger than him, so he was not easily pushed away by him. The two of them tugged all the way to the gym, and Liang Fan let go of his hand: "I think, why don't I think about it, let's start practicing now, don't be angry, be good!"

He reached out to touch Qi Yi's hair, but the latter punched him away: "Stupid."

After a week of low-intensity to moderate-intensity training in the gym, Fu Xingtu's physical fitness gradually began to recover. Shen Xingguo let him go into the water from the second week and began to practice some basic movements.

The first is kicking and rowing, and then the four-style decomposition, low-intensity technical swimming.

After completing his own training plan, Ao Ling squatted by the pool and looked at him, holding an A-shaped board in his hand. The smirk on the corner of his mouth could not be pressed down. He never thought that Fu Xingtu would also be hit by him with an A-shaped board. when.

Shen Xingguo walked over with a smile: "Our Xiaoqi is really a good boy. After finishing his homework, he can also help the coach share the training work."

Ao Ling nodded obediently: "Yeah, don't worry, leave it to me."

Shen Xingguo said to the others in the swimming pool: "Get out of the water after relaxing, and hand it over to Xiaoqi after you finish writing today's summary." He turned his head to look at Ao Ling again, "You collect it together, and hand it in before two o'clock in the afternoon My office."

Shen Xingguo has a habit of asking the team members to write a training summary every day, including two parts. The training plan and experience completed by everyone today is like homework.

Shen Xingguo glanced at Fu Xingtu again: "You swim another 800-meter freestyle technical swim, Xiaoqi looks at him, I have to drink some hot tea to moisten my throat."

After he finished speaking, he hummed a little tune and left. As soon as he left, the people training in the swimming pool got up one after another. After a while, only Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu were left in the swimming pool.

Ao Ling was so happy, he tapped Fu Xingtu's arm with the A-shaped board first: "Raise your elbow a little bit higher."

Fu Xingtu raised his head, glanced at him through the goggles, and said nothing.

Ao Ling tapped his back again, originally wanted to tap his butt, but his butt could not be hit in the water: "The buttocks are tightened, what's the matter, can't you swim? Do you want to go to the kindergarten and enroll you in a basic class? "

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the scene in front of him blurred, and he was dragged into the water by Fu Xingtu.

One dared to pull and the other dared to pull. The two fought in the water, and neither of them would let the other surface first. Although Ao Ling was not dominant in terms of height and weight, his lung capacity was good enough to pull Fu Xingtu. He didn't let go of his swimming trunks, and dragged him to the bottom of the pool desperately.

After hitting Fu Xingtu, he let go of his hand, the smile on his face gradually froze, and he shot a freestyle leg far away, causing Ao Ling who was behind couldn't even open his eyes due to the waves.

Although Fu Xingtu has not undergone systematic training for two years, the foundation laid since childhood is still there. The 800-meter technical swim is nothing to him. locker room.

Ao Ling was behind him inexplicably, wondering what was wrong with him, could it be that he made too much of a joke and made him angry?

The little dragon cub shook his head, it was hard to guess what the old man was thinking.

The two of them were taking a bath in the two adjacent shower rooms. Ao Ling thought that his joke was too much and made Fu Xingtu angry, so he kept paying attention to the situation next door.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, the glass door opened after a while, and Fu Xingtu walked out wiping his hair.

Ao Ling also quickly washed off the foam on her body, turned off the rain and went out. Fu Xingtu had already put on his trousers and T-shirt, and was putting on his sportswear.

Ao Ling walked over, wiped the water off his face, and asked him, "Are you upset?"

Fu Xingtu glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to stuff things into his backpack: "No, how come?"

Ao Ling leaned over to him and asked, "Are you not angry?"

"No, hurry up and get dressed and eat."

Ao Ling couldn't hear the word "eat", and when she heard the word "eat", her stomach started to growl and protested, she put on her clothes in twos and twos, and planned to go out in a short-sleeved T-shirt.

After walking two steps, Fu Xingtu dragged her back by the strap of her schoolbag: "Put on your coat, it's November, not July."

Yes, Ao Ling remembered that Fu Xingtu's birthday is in November.But that day he had already gone to the national team for training, preparing for the World Short Course Swimming Championships in December.

He thought for a while, and bought a pair of very cool-looking swimming goggles for Fu Xingtu. He remembered that the pink bear on the back of Fu Xingtu's sofa was indeed a color that macho men would like.

So when I was buying swimming goggles, according to the boss's suggestion, I picked another cherry blossom powder that sold well, and the originally cool style suddenly became cute.

The shop selling swimming goggles said that they could also engrave letters on them. He thought about it, and any of the three characters "Fu Xingtu" is very complicated, so he asked someone to engrave "seven" in the corner. There are only two strokes, which are simple and rude. It's too witty.

When giving the things to Fu Xingtu, Ao Ling didn't mention the lettering, but said that the color matched him very well and he would definitely like it.

Fu Xingtu took a look at it, chased him for half a block, pinned him to the ground and beat him.

Shen Xingguo took a few of them to the national team this time, and Fu Xingtu stayed in the provincial team to continue recovery training.

Ao Ling was not used to it at first, and had to send Fu Xingtu WeChat messages every day, and the two chatted endlessly.

At the end of the year, Fu Xingtu was a bit busy. Although he had resumed training, he still couldn't let go of the work of the coaching staff. He still needed to write part of the year-end summary. The school had also ended and the final exam was coming soon.

Fu Xingtu now spends a lot of time on training, and he doesn't have that much energy to take care of his studies. He wants to take a year off from graduate school after finishing the next semester, and go back to study after the Olympics are over.

When he was busy, he couldn't reply to Ao Ling's messages in seconds. He often saved a bunch of them, and after reading them, he picked out important ones and replied one or two sentences.

Gradually, Ao Ling stopped sending him messages, and the two of them were like children who had a conflict and were in a cold war, and neither of them had time to talk to each other.

While watching the live broadcast, Fu Xingtu was surprised to find that Ao Ling had only applied for the 50-meter, 100-meter butterfly and freestyle events, and did not apply for the medley or any relay.

His mind is full of question marks, but now the national team is playing in Serbia, there is a six-hour time difference, and there is no way to get in touch.

He didn't know what happened, and he was so worried that he was dying but he couldn't do anything. For the first time in two months, he wavered in his decision to come back.

Soon, the short-course championship was over, and Ao Ling's performance was not as eye-catching as in the previous games. The media and marketing accounts were trying to analyze the reason calmly.

What spoiled the seedlings, what hurt Zhong Yong, what expectations were too high... Weird remarks swept the entire Internet overnight.

Ao Ling's name has once again become popular on major social platforms. Foreigners are ridiculing, and Chinese people are also thinking. After all, apart from eating melons and watching the excitement, everyone is talking about Chinese swimming. future, but no one really cares about the future of Chinese swimming.

Soon Ao Ling and the others returned to Province C. Fu Xingtu was reviewing in the library, but when he saw the WeChat message from Ao Ling, he immediately returned to the dormitory.

Ao Ling was squatting on the ground to pack things, her left hand did not move, she was only relying on her right hand.

Fu Xingtu didn't pay attention at first, and bent over to pull him, just in time to grab his left arm.

Ao Ling screamed in pain: "Wow, ah, ah, lightly, lightly, lightly, it hurts me to death."

Fu Xingtu was taken aback by him, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Are you injured again?"

Ao Ling sighed: "It's the same as last year."

This time, Ao Ling had another acute attack of rotator cuff injury, and this time, no one took care of him and treated him as meticulously as Fu Xingtu.

After the team doctor checked, the inflammation was so severe that he could not compete. If he had to compete, he would play closed. Shen Xingguo did not agree to play closed. Ao Ling himself refused to give up the game, so Yang Bin had to replace all his relay races. , Reluctantly let him participate in personal projects.

Because of this, they lost a few gold medals at the World Short Course Swimming Championships. Athletes from some countries started the mode of cynicism in interviews at that time. There are criticisms.

Of course, the athlete's injury is an objective factor and cannot be avoided. It is impossible for the leaders to embarrass Ao Ling because of this.

It’s just that at the last Youth Olympic Games, Ao Ling refuted the Australian team member in front of so many reporters in the world. His words were fierce and his attitude was tough, which caused an uproar in the world swimming circle. Athletes from several countries have spoken out in support of Horton.

Ao Ling was very dissatisfied, but the team leader refused to let him show up again. The press conference that was originally scheduled to be attended by him was temporarily replaced by Qin Xiao, and he reassured him that this is our current status in the international swimming world. It doesn't make any sense to talk about it, and you have to use your grades to slap the opponent in the face.

But now, in the more important World Swimming Championships, instead of being able to slap someone in the face with his results, he was laughed at by others.

Although the swimming center later held a press conference to explain Ao Ling's injury, it sounded like an excuse for failure, which was not credible.

With Yang Bin's encouragement, some leaders also thought that Ao Ling was too impulsive at the time, and should not argue with others in front of the reporters, but should behave in a low-key manner and do things in a high-key manner.

Of course, the leaders didn't criticize Ao Ling, they were more encouraging. There will be no competitions until March next year, so let him come back to rest and heal his injuries first.

But Fu Xingtu was not convinced. Since Ao Ling practiced swimming with him last June, he has never got such a bad result. Why did this happen this time when he didn't follow him.

So, he walked into Shen Xingguo's office.

Director Shen was sitting behind his desk drinking tea leisurely, when he saw him rushing in murderously, he raised his eyelids: "What are you doing?"

Of course Fu Xingtu can't do anything, it's his master after all, and besides, this matter has nothing to do with Shen Xingguo, he just is a little... angry: "I have taken him for so long, and I have never let him suffer such a wrong. You don’t understand anything, but you, Master, understand everything.”

"Then what can I do? The leader didn't say anything. I can get a press conference and explain things clearly, which is pretty good."

No matter how he thought about it, Fu Xingtu couldn't swallow this breath: "That Yang Bin, is he sick? They have to admit that Province R is awesome. What does he mean? The entire national team can't have anyone else, they all have to be his players. "

Holding his teacup, Shen Xingguo said casually, "Yang Bin is a bit more utilitarian, but he still has abilities."

"In addition to his utilitarianism and ability, he is also keen on intrigue, scrambling for power, eccentricity, and his mind is so small that he quarrels with a child. Doesn't he think he looks ugly?"

"Fu Xingtu," Shen Xingguo walked up to him with a teacup, bent down, and looked at him with a smile, "If you are not convinced, you can kill him with your results and let their men's team compete in the short-distance event." You can’t even qualify for the Olympics. Or, just shut up and go back to training.”

Fu Xingtu half-closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head to look at Shen Xingguo, the master and apprentice looked at each other, and then laughed.