[Competition] Strive for the top

"Oh! God!"

"That Chinese jumped!"

"I heard that he won the gold medal of this event in this year's championship."

"it's a pity."

"Yes, it's a pity..."

"..."

There was silence in the area of ​​the Chinese team stands, dead silence, and with the sound of entering the water, it was as if glass was shattered in the ear, empty and empty, and his head was blank.

Floating in the water, Yuan Zheng looked up at all the contestants who were still on the platform and the referee who was also expressionless...

After a while, he crossed the water line in silence, swam to the shore, got up in the water in full view, bowed apologetically in the direction of the Chinese team auditorium, and then walked into the locker room step by step.

The back was still straight and straight, full of abundant strength, and the water droplets hanging on his back were as bright as broken diamonds, but when he walked through the light step by step and finally disappeared under the eaves, it suddenly darkened, Become blurred, with a kind of indescribable loneliness.

Such an unexpected situation was definitely a blow to the Chinese team. Zhou Ming and You Mingjie almost gritted their silver teeth. In just three to five seconds, the bloodshot eyes appeared.

"Hey!" You Mingjie wiped his face, sighed, and stood up, "I'll go down and take it."

"Yeah." As an old coach, Zhou Ming was much more stable than You Mingjie's crying face, and he did not forget to ask, "Don't blame, anyone will make this kind of mistake, just let him adjust his mood as soon as possible."

"Understood." You Mingjie replied with a nasal voice, and walked out quickly.

You Le was sitting on the chair beside the aisle leading to the dressing room thinking, when he turned his head, Yuan Zheng walked in with his eyes narrowed.As soon as the smile appeared on You Le's face, his buttocks left the stool...

But the next second, the smile on his face froze.

The atmosphere is wrong...

The face is not right...

And it's too fast.

You Le approached Yuan Zheng cautiously, and murmured, "Brother Xiao Zheng..."

Yuan Zheng raised the corners of his mouth and gave him a faint smile: "I didn't swim well... I jumped."

"Qiang..." You Le bit his lower lip, he didn't know how to ask, how to explain, he just felt his nose sore, and tears burst out suddenly.

As if it was me who came back from that arena, the loss in my heart was too obvious, annoyed, angry, dazed, and I really wanted to cry.

Yuan Zheng smiled comfortingly at You Le, and whispered, "Don't cry."

"I didn't..." You Le gritted his teeth, shook his head, and tears rolled down his eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Don't cry." Yuan Zheng said again, raising his hand to pat on You Le's arm, smiling wryly, "Don't do that, I have to comfort you."

You Le sniffed, wiped his eyes in embarrassment, and nodded: "Well, it's okay, I just... just... brother, we still have 50 discs in the afternoon, and there is a relay race tomorrow, let's win the gold medal."

"Yeah." Yuan Zheng nodded and walked towards the locker room.

You Le bit his lower lip, followed behind hesitantly, took two steps and looked back, there were many onlookers behind him, and the whistle of "take your place" came from outside the blue curtain.At this moment, You Le wanted to cover Yuan Zheng's ears, preferably not to hear anything.

Yuan Zheng's mood was very calm.He took a shower, wiped his body, and changed his clothes in an orderly manner. The expression on his face was the same as before, indifferent and even a little cold.

You Le judged others by himself, and didn't dare to cause trouble for Yuan Zheng at this time, so he found a place to stand and wait, his slightly lowered eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking, how much he was thinking, how deep he was thinking, handsome The complexion on his face became paler and paler.

Such a mistake...

When Yuan Zheng was half dressed, You Mingjie hurried in from the entrance on the other side. When he saw someone, he showed a relieved smile, then patted Yuan Zheng on the shoulder and said, "This kind of thing is too common, don't worry about it." Don’t let go, prepare for the game in the afternoon, don’t be affected.”

"Hmm..." Yuan Zheng fastened the rope of his sports shorts, nodded his head, and glanced past You Mingjie's ear, looking at You Le. to a point far away.

You Mingjie asked You Le to go back first. People who are close to you may not be suitable for explaining people, and skills are also very important. It’s not enough to talk or laugh. After all, you have prepared for a competition for several months. It is very sad about this hurdle, so he is more suitable for this job as an elder and coach.

You Le was chased away and wanted to go back to the stands. He was in a trance and absent-minded all the way. On the way, he met Liu Lang and Luo Ming who were worried. They put their shoulders on his shoulders and walked back sighing. People are just like him.

But... isn't it?Yuan Zheng and You Le are in love, aren't these two just tied together?One had an accident, and the other caused heartache. Anyone who has been in love knows it all.Of course, I can't explain clearly, I can only stay by my side to give some psychological comfort.

At 10:48 U.S. time, the second day of the preliminaries of the Pan Pacific World Swimming Championships ended. A total of 50 Chinese players entered the finals in nine events. Those expected to win gold include Yuan Zheng's 400 butterfly and the women's team Tan Wen's [-]. Rice Medley.

As for entertainment... After all, he lacks a certain amount of competition experience. Although his daily training results are excellent, including his best results today, he still lacks some confidence to win gold, so the finals of 50 and 100 are still the same as the pre-match tasks. Just get a medal.

As for Yuan Zheng... Ever since Yuan Zheng made a fuss in the morning, under the excessive pressure, in everyone's mind, his 50-disc gold medal is not safe enough...

Yuan Zheng walked alone in silence as usual, even more silent than before. After lunch, he went back to the house to rest.

Everyone knew that he had to calmly adjust his emotions, and he didn't dare to say a word. Many people even avoided him, forming a special "zero-degree space" unknowingly.

This is the difference.

It's not that Yuan Zheng can't make mistakes, but it's different from a group of people who care about others after making mistakes.Maybe it's because of the gap between one's own aura and the previous impression. Once it concerns him, no matter whether it's good or bad, everyone seems to only dare to look at it from a distance and dare not touch it easily.

Even You Mingjie, after enlightening him on the field, did his best to avoid it.

In the end, only his elder brother, Yuan Li, was by Yuan Zheng's side.

But when Yuan Zheng entered the room and closed the door, he was the only one left.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, in a daze, his head was blank, his chest was sore, some inexplicable emotion had been sweeping over him, making him uncomfortable, as if he was floating in the air without finding the ground, not knowing Where are you going?

What happened to me?He kept asking himself over and over again, what happened?

Here.

You Le entered the room but felt uneasy, turned around twice, opened the door and ran towards Yuan Zheng.

He stood outside the door, raised his hand, looked at the red wooden door in front of him, but couldn't knock on it.

He didn't dare to disturb Yuan Zheng, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

He has experienced all kinds of blows. From the beginning, he always hoped that someone would help him rely on him. Later, he survived alone, so that he can truly understand that the difficulties in his heart must be overcome by himself. No matter how much others say, it is useless. , otherwise you will never be able to grow, and next time, you will definitely fall in that place...

He withdrew his hand, turned and walked back.

The feet on the dark blue thick pile carpet were silent.

Inside the house, Yuan Zheng was lying on the bed in the hotel, motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the wooden door of the room, not for a moment, until sleep fell, and no one was waiting...

-

At 01:30 in the afternoon, the players of the Chinese team set off from the hotel again. You Le and Yuan Zheng were still sitting together. Yuan Zheng.

At the place where the two legs were close together, Yuan Zheng grabbed his hand. He first held the back of his hand, then turned his palm, inserting his fingers one by one.In, clasped him tightly.

Very hot, very hard, the thick thumb rubbed back and forth on the side of his hand, and then moved to the knuckle of the little finger to linger.

"?" You Le pulled his wrist, looked at the person and blinked.

Yuan Zheng stared at him, starting to look at the hairline on his forehead. His thick and handsome eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and ruddy lips were still the same person, but they didn't look quite like him, especially those eyes, which seemed to be the same. There are a lot of things he doesn't know about.

"Brother Xiaozheng?" You Le said silently, with suspicious and worried eyes.Yuan Zheng didn't feel right to him.

Yuan Zheng shook his head, did not speak, but leaned the back of his head on the back of the chair, still holding You Yue's hand, still rubbing the knuckles of his little finger, kneading it meticulously.

Yuan Zheng at this moment is very soft, his delicate little movements are almost affectionate, feeling his lover over and over again, as if pouring out his love language in this way.

You Le stared at Yuan Zheng, his long eyelashes trembling, his expression fascinated, he was seduced by Yuan Zheng like this.

However, suddenly, under his gaze, Yuan Zheng sighed inexplicably, a very long and heavy breath.

All You Le's floating thoughts fell back to the ground, a little heavier.

Recently... he occasionally saw Yuan Zheng looking at him with strange eyes inadvertently, and occasionally heard such a sigh.

And every time, it made his heart tighten.

"Are you worried about the afternoon?" You Le asked in a low voice.

Yuan Zheng shook his head, the corners of his mouth tightened a bit, and he lowered his eyes to look at the hand that was held together with You Le, but the hand was still repeating the same movements.

"I'm worried about you now." You Le said again.

Yuan Zheng raised his eyebrows, looked at the person with a little surprise, and asked, "Did I worry you?"

You Le was choked by this sentence, as if he heard a bad joke, he turned cold: "Is that what you said? Shouldn't I?"

Yuan Zheng didn't answer any more, but closed his eyes vigorously, and even let go of his clasped hands.

Leaving the hand made You Le feel the coolness on the back of the hand for an instant, and then realized in the next second that it was a layer of sweat, coming from the temperature of Yuan Zheng's palm.

-

The warm-up before the final needs more scientific arrangements. The players adjust their state according to the requirements of the coach in the swimming pool. Only Yuan Zheng on the Chinese team is different.

He is running by the pool.

A swimmer's pre-competition warm-up is running, which is a very special arrangement.

Because when getting off the car, You Mingjie asked: Is the adjustment done?

Yuan Zheng replied: No.

At that moment, You Mingjie's expression changed. He stared at Yuan Zheng in a daze. It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence between his teeth: "Run, jog, continuous and even exercise can help you calm down. Don't touch the water before the game." up.

You Le breaks down his movements while swimming in the pool, and occasionally looks at Yuan Zheng who is running by the pool when he hits the shore to rest.Yuan Zheng's current mood was messed up too.

What is Yuan Zheng thinking?If this person doesn't say it, no one can guess it.

From You Le's point of view, among the many players in the national team, only Yuan Zheng gave him the most stability.Such a person is not easy to make mistakes, let alone when it is about the game.So why err?The reason seemed to turn into a dark cloud, lingering in front of his eyes.

Maybe... You Le thought, maybe it has something to do with him.

Swimming is a kind of racing competition, it is not suitable to think too much, as long as you work hard, so Yuan Zheng's problems, and the pressure he put on the amusement, have become a cancer, which may be fatal at any time.

You Le faintly sensed a crisis.

His mentality is not suitable for the game.

After getting into the water, You Le briefly wiped off the water droplets on his body, then put on a T-shirt, and hurriedly followed Yuan Zheng.

Yuan Zheng glanced at him, his eyes slipped from his face, and landed on his fair and slender legs, and then moved back again, continuing to remain silent in a somewhat gloomy manner.

You Le ran side by side and said, "Talk to me."

"..."

"What's wrong? What distracted you?"

"..."

"Or was it just a mistake?"

"..."

"Brother Xiaozheng? Haven't you adjusted yet?"

"..."

"can I help you?"

"..."

Facing the silent Yuan Zheng, You Le gritted his teeth and growled angrily: "Why don't you tell me anything now?"

Yuan Zheng stopped when he heard the words, looked at You Le, and whispered in a deep, straight voice, "Go back and rest."

These words hardened to the extreme in You Le's ears, at that moment of grievance, You Le squeezed a gap between his brows, looked deeply at the person, turned and left.

In the afternoon, the finals.

The audience in the arena was much larger than in the morning, and the number of reporters and cameras also increased.

Today, the temperature in Irvine, California, USA is very high. The dazzlingly white sun hangs high in the sky, and the ground temperature is nearly 35°C. Even if the audience sits under the umbrellas, they are still sweating, waving their wrists frequently as fans.

The men's 50 butterfly final is the second game in the afternoon.

As the women's team entered the water, the men's team was also ready to play.

You Le sat on the stands near the locker room, waiting for Yuan Zheng to come out.He didn't have time to go back to the stands of the Chinese team, and he didn't dare to bother Yuan Zheng anymore, but he had to watch this final.

He wasn't quite sure if he had quarreled with Yuan Zheng just now, but no matter how angry and wronged he was, he still hoped that Yuan Zheng could overcome the difficulties and finish the competition perfectly.

The women's 50-meter butterfly competition ended, and the staff entered the venue to tidy up the venue. One minute later, the men's team stepped on the blue carpet and entered the venue.

Yuan Zheng was in third place.

According to the results of the preliminaries, Yuan Zheng's waterway is in the third lane.

Yuan Zheng's size is considered tall in the Chinese team, but he is only average among this group of "butterfly kings" from all over the world.

The contestants stood on their own track, took off their shirts, and moved their bodies. Some were wearing swimming caps, some were wearing swimming goggles, and some had made all these preparations before entering the field. chest movement.

By the swimming pool, the bright sun shone down, clearly showing the body lines of the eight contestants in front of them.Like Yuan Zheng, the butterfly stroke finalists all have broad shoulders and obvious muscle shapes in their arms and chest. Every movement stretches and twists those beautiful muscle lines, revealing the visual enjoyment of absolute strength and beauty.

You Le rested his chin on his hands, squinted at every movement of Yuan Zheng, saw the beautiful lines of his skin, and unconsciously slipped his Adam's apple.

No matter how you look at it, Brother Xiaozheng still has the best figure.

Yuan Zheng put on his swimming goggles, did three squats, and then pulled his wrist, twisted it backwards, and easily twisted it to the back, and turned back to the front with another effort.After confirming that the preparations were almost complete, he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Chinese team, but saw no one.

Then I remembered that You Le might be resting in the waiting room because of the upcoming competition.

Maybe that's fine too.

It's a strange feeling that I only had today, I always feel that being watched by You Le makes him more nervous than being watched by tens of thousands of spectators.

You Le's expectations for him...

All he can show the game...

This state of mind to flatter and prove his worth, coupled with his bewildered emotion towards You Yue, collided and entangled, like a twisted clockwork, which made him feel unable to control himself for the first time.

In the end how to do?

Such overly complex emotions have exceeded the level he can analyze...

"Beep-beep-"

The referee blew the whistle for everyone.

The contestants who were making final preparations stopped their movements one after another and stepped onto the starting platform.

The stands of the Chinese team.

All eyes were on Yuan Zheng.

You Mingjie and Zhou Ming held a stopwatch in one hand and a signature pen in the other, unconsciously frozen in mid-air.

Brother Yuan Li raised the camera and pointed it at Yuan Zheng.

Uncle Han is holding his grandson, and the beautiful mixed-race grandson is holding a small five-star red flag in his hand. Uncle Han is holding his grandson's hand and waving it.

And You Yue's back straightened instantly, looking at Yuan Zheng without blinking.

With a tense heart, it was as if he was standing on the stage.

The contestants participating in the 50-meter butterfly are all ready to start. They bend their legs, touch the edge of the platform with their hands, bend their bodies and bulge their back muscles, like a bow ready to go.

At this moment, the arena fell silent.

You Le glared at Yuan Zheng fiercely.

Hold your breath.

The two-second wait time is surprisingly long.

Yuan Zheng's shoulders seemed to shake in a daze.

You Le's heart was in his throat, and the hand beside him clenched his fist, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"beep!"

The starting gun sounds.

"Wow..."

There was a sound in the arena at the same time.

Then the next second, the sound of refueling exploded like thunder.

"Come on! Come on!" Uncle Han's grandson waved a small red flag, sweating profusely, and shouted in a childlike voice.

You Le breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Zheng's departure went smoothly.

Not fast, not slow, perfect.

Moreover, as soon as the water comes out, it is on the first step.

A good start.

You Le stood up, waved his arms and shouted: "Come on, brother Xiaozheng, come on! Overtake them!! Get rid of them!! Number one! Get the gold medal!!"

In the swimming pool, the contestants were one after another, splashing in all directions, like butterflies flying in the water... No, the butterflies are too light and beautiful.In fact, the butterfly swimmers are more like beasts haunting the water!

This is an international high-level competition, and there is no room for negligence!Especially in this shortest distance competition of 50 meters, almost everything is decided from the moment of take-off.

reaction!

strength!

Shock!

Strong to unparalleled explosive power!

The waving arms, the splash of water the moment the water came out, was dazzled by the sun like diamonds, inlaid on the ferocious face and arms, shining brightly, the steaming heat seemed to distort the vision.

You Le let out a heart-piercing roar.Energized Yuan Zheng, hoping that his voice could reach Brother Xiaozheng's ears.

Brother Xiaozheng only gave him tenderness, support and tolerance just like this blue pool water, every time he enters the water, he will be wrapped in softness, delicate and friendly, but Brother Xiaozheng's swimming is like the sun above his head, What shocked him, admired him, attracted him uniquely.

It must be fine.

You Le firmly believes that Yuan Zheng will be able to swim with the best results!

50 meters is too short.

22 seconds.

It's only a few breaths.

When Yuan Zheng swam from the right side of the pool to the left side, You Le had no other way to cheer Yuan Zheng up except to stand up and shout.

On the large video screen, Yuan Zheng from the third, Lochte from the fourth, and Rockie from the fifth almost went hand in hand without distinction.

The end is getting closer and closer, and no one can stand out.

You are faster and I am faster!You chase after me, desperately attacking the only champion!

"Come on!" You Le yelled like tearing at the end.