Beta was teased by me

The seven-school league, which was originally scheduled for the beginning of the semester, was postponed to mid-September for various reasons. When signing up, Sheng Cifan injured his tailbone, and because a newcomer came to the team to take the top spot. say what.

Now that Pei Shu was injured before the competition, a spot was vacated for the 200m and 400m freestyle. If no one participated, the team's average score would be disastrous. Moreover, Coach Chen set the goal for Pei Shu to be a double champion.

On the other end of the phone, Coach Chen ordered rigidly, "You boy, go back to the team for training tomorrow afternoon and take Pei Shu's place."

Lu Xiuyang stopped writing the pen, the room was very quiet, the voice in the phone receiver quietly amplified, he turned his head to look at Sheng Cifan.

Sheng Cifan leaned on the back of the chair with a lazy and arrogant tone, "Team Chen, when did I become a substitute?"

"It's still on the edge, isn't it?" Coach Chen can't stand provocations. No matter how talented he is, he will be mediocre without acquired training. "The game next Friday, I will arrange extra training for you in the next few days, do you hear me?"

"I heard~" Sheng Cifan held his pen again, and continued to read the question, "I promise to win the gold medal, and I promise to keep going horizontally."

Coach Chen was amused by him, laughed and scolded the bastard, and Sheng Cifan was a bad mouthed person, but he was hard enough on himself during training. Winning the gold medal is not like empty talk, and it seems that a month's recuperation will not have a substantial impact on him.

But Sheng Cifan knew that it would take some time for his body to adapt to the high-intensity training, but time did not allow it.

"You don't have to agree." Lu Xiuyang turned his pen, his voice light.

Sheng Cifan smiled, "Sooner or later I have to go back, it's better to get back to the state sooner."

Lu Xiuyang shook Sheng Cifan's left hand which was on the exercise book, "I'll accompany you."

Sheng Cifan laughed at him, "Why do you accompany me? I abused you in the water?"

Lu Xiuyang laughed softly, "Can you do artificial respiration?"

Sheng Cifan's face flushed immediately, and he said viciously, "Drown and you pull down!"

-

Sheng Cifan denounced the injustice when he had to go to the swimming pool for training after a day of class. Why did he have to go to class and train at the same time?

It's fucking hard to learn sports both ways!

"Sheng Xiaofan, let's go."

Xiao Yong and Luo Shui came together, Sheng Cifan put away the textbook full of notes, folded the unfinished papers, and put them in the drawer.

"Take it."

A bottle of chocolate milk was stuffed into the palm of his hand, it was warm and warm, Sheng Cifan caught a glimpse of the warming pad in Lu Xiuyang's drawer, and said, this guy...

"I'll wait for you to come back."

The voice is mellow and pleasant, and the eyes are as gentle as water.

Sheng Cifan imagined a story about a poor scholar who is about to go to Beijing to rush for an exam, and his poor wife is reluctant to give up and prepare for trouble...

Then the poor scholar suddenly didn't want to go to training, and stood beside his seat in a daze...

Xiao Yong urged, "Sheng Xiaofan, hurry up!"

Bah, the color makes the mind faint.

-

"Captain Chen, I can do it."

As soon as he entered the swimming pool, Pei Shu's voice came out through the air, and Xiao Yong said "hoo", "Why don't you compete with Sheng Xiaofan now? Whoever wins goes first."

Pei Shujun's face turned cold, and he stared at Xiao Yong, "My feet will definitely recover before next Friday."

Xiao Yong snorted contemptuously from his nasal cavity, "You transferred from No.[-] High School, you should also know that our Golden Harvest has won the Seventh School League Championship consecutively. Why, you want to hold back?"

Team Chen knew that he was out of line, so he kicked Xiao Yong, "Go into the boiling water."

Luo Shui is a good old man, and comforted him, "Pei Shu, it's okay, there will be another chance next time."

Pei Shu didn't speak anymore, and jumped towards the exit. The swimming ground was slippery, his feet were unstable, and he fell on the ground in front of Sheng Cifan. His injured ankle was in severe pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Sheng Cifan knelt down and handed him the milk that he had taken all the way and was not willing to drink, "Haste makes waste. A good rest is more important than anything else."

The air in the swimming pool is humid, and it is even more sultry under the high temperature, which is not refreshing at all.

Pei Shu raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Cifan. He was a very beautiful young man with peach blossom lips and pink face.

I had only seen him from a distance before, but when I looked closely, I realized that this person was restrained and handsome, and his dark eyes had no impurities at all.

Also, how can people who can stand at the top of the pyramid without much effort understand the effort they put in to climb up?

"Thank you." Pei Shu took the milk, but did not wait for Sheng Cifan's help.

Sheng Cifan walked around Pei Shu with a complicated expression, pinched his arm hard where everyone couldn't see, his heart ached to the point of suffocation, is Pei Shu so rude?He just handed it over, and they accepted it openly?

He wanted to travel back in time and slap himself who was pretending to be generous a minute ago.

As expected, Sheng Cifan's level has regressed a lot, and his results are a lot worse than the last competition he participated in.

Coach Chen carried low pressure the whole time, and had already expected this to happen, but he still couldn't help but get angry when it happened.

A flip movement reflected a lot of problems, Coach Chen yelled, "Sheng Xiaofan, what are you doing!"

The atmosphere in the arena was serious and frightening. Pei Shu didn't leave, but sat by and watched the training, silently heaving a sigh of relief.

Maybe Sheng Cifan was just highly praised from the beginning, and the label on him has always been "Sheng Fu's son"...

Because it is this label, it is powerful and has little to do with strength itself.

Chocolate milk is very sweet, a bit greasy, and compassion grows out of season.

Sheng Cifan let out a sigh of relief and fell into the water again.It stands to reason that his state should not be like this, even if he has been out of training for a long time, he should not be at this level.

"Again!"

"Come again!"

"..."

-

At 08:30 in the evening, two and a half hours had passed since Sheng Cifan went to practice. Lu Xiuyang sat in the classroom to participate in the evening self-study. His efficiency was not very good tonight. How is the training going.

The first period of evening self-study is over, the classroom is noisy, several people are chasing after each other, knocking on the desks and chairs making harsh noises, Lu Xiuyang walked into the corridor, the moon is sparse and the breeze is not dry.

"Oh, Xue Shen." Xiao Yong stood beside Lu Xiuyang, "Sheng Xiaofan hasn't come back yet?"

Lu Xiuyang curled his fingertips, "It's not going well?"

Xiao Yong didn't speak, he acquiesced.