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The school's swimming pool is built according to standard specifications, with a length of 50, a width of 21, and 8 tracks. The high places on both sides are auditoriums. Because it is the time of the exam, there are only a few scattered spectators.

The chief referee blew a long whistle, and the staff received instructions to disperse from the starting platform and arrive at the distance of 5 meters from both ends of the track one after another, preparing for the next technical and turning checks.

Yao An was still sitting in the waiting area, wearing tight-fitting Arena lap swim trunks in his sweatpants, which he bought specially for the exam, and took him half a day to put them on when he came to the pool to warm up in the morning.

He chewed a mouthful of bubble gum, flicked the earphones on his head, and had already put on swimming goggles and a swimming cap. He looked expressionless like a Superman.

The music in his ear suddenly stopped, Yao An looked around, and Lao Ji stood behind him, holding his red earphones, and asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

"When you turn around, you need to act in a standardized manner, and don't rush forward. Your advantage is the last 15 meters of sprinting. The most important thing is—" Yao An tucked the bubble gum against the edge of his teeth with his tongue, and repeated emotionlessly, "Relax, It’s just a one-way move, at worst, the college entrance examination.”

Lao Ji nodded in satisfaction, listened to his earphones, and took them away again: "It's too noisy, but you can still hear the string I just said."

"I can't hear it at all." Yao An replied, "Every time you play, you say that anyone can memorize it."

"..." Lao Ji returned the earphones to him, "Virtue."

Yao An put it back on again, and was patted on the shoulder by Lao Ji again.

"?" He pulled off one earphone.

"Keep down, it's your turn."

"Yeah." Yao An replied hesitantly.

After finishing speaking, Lao Ji left, telling other students one by one.

The music surrounded Yao An again, it was all the songs he had been listening to these days, and it was also the songs that Yao Jianqi had recorded in advance.

He is trying his best to clear his mind, relax his body and mind, and watch the layered water shadows through the black lens, not wanting what happened yesterday to affect his performance today.

He was about to enter the samadhi of the old monk, when there was no self and no form, it was the connection between the two songs, there was a too long break, there was no music in his ear, and on the other end, continuous short whistles sounded, the referee was urging the next Group play.

Yao An spit the chewing gum into the paper cup at his feet, and was about to take off his earphones, when an extremely familiar voice suddenly fell on his ears.

"Brother, come on."

He made a move.

As if to tell him that this was not a hallucination, another very clear reiteration came from the earphone: "Come on, come on, see you on Sunday, should you hear me clearly this time?".

I heard it clearly, but the reciting and meditating just now were all in vain.

The second preparatory whistle sounded.

Yao An was on the starting platform of Lane 4, grasping the edge of the platform with both hands, leaning forward.

"di"

The electric flute sounded, and the eight athletes listened to the order to take off. Yao An pushed the diving platform, kicked off the platform with his body while opening his body, and jumped into the water.

"It's not homophobia." He answered Zhao Zhanxing with a delayed response.

After less than 4 seconds of underwater butterfly strokes, he started to stroke his arms and kick his legs. Yao An was followed by a clump of waves.

"I'm, just..." He scratched his scalp without fear of pain, overcoming the dilemma of expression, "...worry."

When he was about to reach the other end of the pool, Yao An lowered his head, stretched his arms to his sides, arched his back and rolled forward, then kicked his feet towards the pool wall, making a beautiful turn.

"Although I was quite restless when I was young, the more I grow up, the more I feel that people's main business is safe and secure, and I only go to trouble when I have spare time." He looked at the traffic ahead, "The group of people just now, each of them is very bright, It's in color."

Yao An sprinted for the last 50 meters with muscle memory, and something was chasing him. Yao An was sure that it wasn't his opponent, not the chronograph.

"But you know what else I saw?"

Even though the swimming cap covered his ears, he could still hear the sound of the crashing water. In the last 15 meters, with the inertia of countless short sprint training, he couldn't grasp the frequency of his breathing, so he could only blindly kick the water repeatedly according to 4:2 , kick the water, kick the water, kick the water, raise the arms to stroke the water, stroke the water...

"Terrible."

As soon as his cleanly clipped fingers touched the pool wall, Yao An stood up abruptly, holding on to the foam lane line, inhaling oxygen in big gulps, and pulled his glasses up with the last of his strength.

The right to love each other is delisted and has to be obtained by fighting for it. If it were someone else, he would of course feel brave and even revered.

Old Ji's big face rushed up and shouted at him: "Number one! You are number one!!"

But if that person is Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi lifted the red cover, put the test paper in, and pushed it under the bed.

After moving down to sleep with Yao An, the bed became a complete decoration, and it happened to be ignored.

Except hidden mysteries.

Since the conversation with Yan Huai'en yesterday, the burden in his heart has eased a lot.

Yao Jianqi glanced at the electronic clock next to the bed, thinking that the time should be almost up, and then got up, but his eyes caught half of the cherry blossom eraser that fell in the year of the monkey, lying on the inside of the foot of the bed.

He picked it up, blew on the ashes, looked around, and finally went to the window.

As soon as Fang put it aside, it was a coincidence that a pair of eyes happened to gallop over under the white window sill.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the finger loosened, and the eraser fell into a large handful of yew trees in the courtyard in full view.

After a pause, Yao An asked, "Is it important?"

"It's not important." The person above replied.

"That's good." He flicked his bag and walked towards the door.

Yao Jianqi didn't move, he stared at the open space.

In just two seconds, he turned his head back, curled up and was about to dive into the cedar, but the arm with the sleeves rolled up was pierced with a dark cry.

The yew has not yet reached fruition, but it looks like red beans have dropped where he saw blood.

"It's really not important." Yao Jianqi leaned forward and repeated.

Yao An probed a few more times, but to no avail, so he gave up and went upstairs with a flick of his hand.

After entering the door, Yao Jianqi had already opened the medicine box on the bed, waiting for him familiarly.

What I took was not a band-aid, but a medicinal spray and safflower oil.

I don't know why the eyes are so sharp.

Yao An loosened his straps, and the sports bag fell from his shoulders to the ground with a solid warm sound. He sat on the bed and handed his right hand to Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi held up Yao An's red and swollen middle finger, rubbed his thumb against his nail, and asked, "How did you do it?"

"When I touched the wall, I was too anxious, so I slammed it on the wall." Yao An confessed truthfully.

Yao Jianqi sprayed the spray around his fingers: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts to death." Yao An leaned on his knees, blinking his eyes in a conniving manner.

"It deserves it." Yao Jianqi said.

He unscrewed the safflower oil, poured it into the palm of his hand, rubbed it to warm it, and then pushed it on to Yao An, the movement of his hand was very different from the words on his mouth.

Yao Jianqi's fingertips had callouses formed by sharpening pens all the year round, which felt itchy and painful to the touch. Yao An stared at his hands in ecstasy, and suddenly asked, "Are you in a better mood?"

"Okay." Yao Jianqi didn't mind his nonsense, just like Yao An didn't chase after him and kept it hidden.

The smell of the medicinal wine was not only pungent but also irritating to the eyes. Yao An turned his head away from the hotness and stared at the sketchbook spread out on the seat. The face profile of the person rubbing against it may be an illusion.

A single sentence suddenly becomes a sentence.

"Whatever you want to like, go for it."

Because I can't, blame anything you love.