Swimmer of Rebirth

That night Liu Yang had a bad day, it could even be said to be very bad. When he was lying on the bed, he felt the mosquito net above his head shaking, constantly twisting and pressing down, and when he closed his eyes, he felt like he was falling from a high altitude. It was pitch black and cold as if there was no bottom, and finally squinted and woke up by the urge to urinate, bouncing back and forth and then lost sleepiness, tossing and tossing through the repeated opening and closing of eyes all night.

There was a lot of snoring in the dormitory, Liu Yang didn't have the heart to wake them up, it seemed like it took a year to wait until the whistle sounded to get up.

After Liu Yang asked Ye Shuwen to ask for leave for him, he sat by the bed in a daze, thinking about going to the team doctor's place after dawn, when the door of the dormitory was opened from the outside.

Yao Ye stepped in with a smile on his face, wearing a light blue sportswear, and the fresh smell of the morning soil.

Liu Yang was surprised on this side, but his big head on the other side was brought close to his face, his black and white eyes were very close, and it seemed that he could see the tiny bloodshot on the enamel-like white eye kernels.

"Did you sleep well?" Yao Ye stared into his eyes and asked, the smell of mint toothpaste instantly filled Liu Yang's nose.

Thinking that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet, Liu Yang pursed his lips and nodded, then leaned back a little.

"Show me." Yao Ye frowned and stretched out his hands to grab the back of his neck and pull him towards him. Liu Yang struggled and gave up, and leaned against him with his strength.

Cold and strong fingers passed through the hair, with a slight itchy feeling, Liu Yang felt that his scalp was about to explode, so he couldn't help but look up at him.

It was still dark, the street lights outside the window were on, and the dim light came in and intersected with the light in the room. Yao Ye's face was covered with deep and light shadows, his chin was a little pointed, his light-colored lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were serious. There is a faint worry in the middle, the eyelashes are a bit long but not curled, straight like two small brushes.

With just one glance, he was interrupted by the pain from the top of his head.

Seeing Liu Yang tremble, Yao Ye hastily withdrew his fingers from the injured area.

"sorry."

The person below shook his head slightly, the plateau red on his small face was conglomerated from light to thick, his lower lip was bitten tightly, his cheeks bulged like a steaming steamed bun exuding fragrance.

So cute.

Yao Ye couldn't help but glanced again.

He tried his best to restrain his hands to pinch the steamed bun, trying to see how the blood-stained bun's face would feel.

"Coach, I think I have a concussion." Liu Yang lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

"Take you to the hospital at dawn, did you vomit last night?"

"Hold it."

"You hold back?"

"Well, I swallowed it back." Liu Yang thought it was disgusting and added, "It's stuck in my throat."

"If you want to vomit, just vomit. Didn't you tell Ye Shuwen and the others to clean up last night?"

"If I can hold it back, I don't bother them." At this point, Liu Yang looked up at Yao Ye who was resting on the edge of the upper bed with one hand, "Coach, thank you."

"Speaking of this, I'm afraid of being polite. Don't always treat me as a coach. It's better to brag and make a joke." Yao Ye grinned, his face behind the backlight could not be seen clearly, and he felt that the mouth was white. The teeth are extraordinarily bright.

Liu Yang grinned, propped himself on the side of the bed and stood up, seeing Yao Ye coming to help him hastily smiled and shook his head.

Because the shaking was a little fast, the surrounding scenery was blurry, as if instantly returning to the invincible abyss that fell last night, bursts of whirling suddenly struck, as if a big hand was pinching the stomach belt, and a nauseating feeling came from The soles of the feet went all the way to the top of the forehead, and the contents of the stomach were about to spurt out.

Liu Yang hastily put his hands on his mouth and looked around for places where he could vent.

In the next second, his body rose into the air and was lifted up by someone holding his chest.

In this fight, just as his body was lying on his chest, the contents of his mouth flowed out along his fingers. Liu Yang shook his body and couldn't hold it back, and spat out all over the floor.

Seeing that he was two steps away from the door of the bathroom, Young Master Yao stopped his steps and gently put him down. One arm crossed from behind to wrap around his waist, and the other hand was on his back. Kissing, occasionally caressing from bottom to top.

What was supposed to come out was just a little bit of stuff in his mouth. Liu Yang vomited but couldn't vomit out anything, but the big hand grasping his stomach refused to let him go. He grabbed it hard, wishing to empty out all the storage in his stomach.

Liu Yang retched, tears and snot flowed out together, and in the end he couldn't spit out anything except sporadic acid water.

He didn't know how long this tossing lasted, it seemed to be a long time, and in the end, only his own violent panting sound hit his ears like thunder.

The withdrawn consciousness gradually returned, and when the last tear slipped from his eyes, he was almost too embarrassed to look up.

within sight.

The blue trousers, bronzed thighs, calves, and finally the pair of scrubbed white sneakers are all vomited out by myself.

His face was burning hot.

He whispered sorry.

Sorry for the innocent leg that was affected by me.

"Okay?" Yao Ye asked in a low voice.

Seeing the bowed people making a suspected nodding motion, with a slight force on their arms, they took them into the bathroom with a few strides.

He put the man down and boiled the water.

"Can you stand still?"

nod.

"That's fine, I'll go wash first." He let go of his arms and walked to another pool, turning his head and looking again worriedly.

Liu Yang continued to be his own tortoise, his small face almost touched the water column, it was so hot that it almost burned.

There was a big sip of water in his mouth, and he splashed the water on his face with both hands. After a few times, he had nothing to do, thinking that he would go outside without brushing his teeth.

"Why are you going?" Yao Ye stopped taking off his pants and looked up at him.

"I, I haven't brushed my teeth yet." Turning his head to see the dark marks on the blue pants, Liu Yang couldn't help but twitch his mouth. "Well, I'm sorry, I washed the pants and shoes for you here, and there is a shower here. Although there is no hot water and it's a bit cold, it's enough to wash your legs. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it, just I couldn't hold back, I..."

Yao Ye put his pants back on and straightened up slowly, looking down at him from above, Liu Yang's words were blocked, he knew that Yao Ye would not beat him, let alone scold him, but he just stood like this , something that can be called a sharp edge hurts a lot, and the following words are suddenly unsustainable.

Liu Yang straightened his back subconsciously, his eyes drifted left and right, and finally fixed on the blue shirt directly in front of his chest.

The clothes slowly moved down, revealing the deep collarbone, neck, chin, and finally a pair of smiling eyes.

Yao Ye supported his knees with his hands and bent down to look at this shy little thing that was almost on fire, and he had to secretly praise this guy for being lucky.

He has seen his mother, a very virtuous and beautiful woman.

His eyes are like his mother's, a pair of big watery eyes that seem to be able to talk, and each look is spiritual. Before today, whenever I looked at these eyes, he seemed to be saying, I can do well, Can do better.

His lips are also like his mother's, slightly thick, especially the lower lip is very full, staring at it, seems to be able to feel the warmth of the waxy pink.

Nose...Yao Ye doesn't know who it looks like, maybe it looks like his father, with a straight nose bridge and small nose wings, and he can feel the vigorous vitality surrounding it when he breathes.

Yao Ye removed a hand supporting him and scratched his little nose. The warm liquid instantly stained his fingers, making it smooth and delicate to the touch.

Yao Ye smiled and put it on his shoulder, "I'll get it."

After brushing his teeth, Liu Yang hopped out. In fact, his foot injury was not serious. Although he couldn't exercise vigorously, he could walk carefully, but Liu Yang felt that he should pretend to be in pain to avoid hurting someone. Human beings are overly sympathetic.

As long as he thinks of the coach's apology when he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom and the annoyance towards himself, Liu Yang can't say that he can go.

Liu Yang felt very helpless. There is really no shortage of talents of any kind these days. It was obvious that he suddenly picked himself up after the dizzy feeling that he had been backlogged all night suddenly broke out, but when the other party had to bear most of the responsibility Under the request of the masochist, Liu Yang felt that he could only follow his special hobby and kindly fulfill him.

The water in the bathroom was splashing, and Liu Yang lay on the window and looked out.

The fresh air is blowing in with coolness, the golden light of the horizon has already revealed a corner, and half of the sky has been dyed to reveal the clues of blue. Not far from the line of sight, the sports field is brightly lit, and the sound of whistles and the panting of athletes can be vaguely heard , as beautiful as the sounds of nature.

He loves this kind of life. He is full of training every day. He doesn't need to think about the rules of this society. As long as he trains hard, he will naturally get rich returns for his investment.

All of a sudden, Liu Yang really wanted to participate in a game, it didn’t need to be so grand, no one needed to watch the game, just him and his opponent, standing on the starting point and making the final starting posture, with tense muscles and clenched teeth, both hands He stared unswervingly at the front, and at the moment the gunshot sounded, he was like an eagle breaking free from the shackles, leaving his own trace in the blue sky.

Looking back, a figure leaped into view. His body was slender and full of strength, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and every step he took had a sense of jumping lightness. He landed lightly, with a rustling sound, full of movement.

Perhaps, Liu Yang felt that he had found his goal, so he climbed hard, and one day he would have a hearty competition when he stepped on the same height as him.

Liu Yang's view of Yao Ye has been changing, first as a coach, then as an athlete, and now Comrade Yao Ye's image is moving towards a new era of four good men who respect the old, love the young, be positive, diligent and enthusiastic.

Classmate Liu Yang is now hanging on one foot and supporting the table with one hand, pretending to stop someone from cleaning.

A man with a mop in his hand and no shoes on his feet is bending over and mopping the floor with a blue poker face, occasionally raising his eyes as if to say, Mr. I would like to clean up your old man, so I should burn incense and worship Buddha to thank the gods and stop being annoying by chattering happy.

Liu Yang Zhiji tossed a little student away, weeping bitterly and kowtowed to thank Master Yao for condescending and condescending to wash his hands with soup soup for the great sacrifice made by me, a semi-disabled person, which moved the heaven and earth and will last forever.

So Liu had the cheek to wear the vest of a semi-disabled person, and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

So Yao sang about the flowers blooming everywhere in the motherland on the face of disgust, and bent over and mopped the floor excitedly.

After tidying up the dormitory and seeing that it was already dawn, Young Master Yao took him to the team doctor again wearing a pair of dirty shoes.

The team doctor is a woman in her 30s. She just opened the door early in the morning and entered the room before her butt was hot, when she saw Liu Yang, a classmate with a sly smile on Yao Xiaoye's face, entered the door with a sunny smile on his face.

At the first glance, he directly stared at Liu Yang's little feet half hanging in the air.

"Are your feet hurt?"

"Well, Doctor Qi, can you help me find out if the problem is serious?" Yao Ye helped him in while talking.

What do sports team doctors do?Nothing else works, the bruises, sprains, broken skin, and hemostasis are the smoothest things to do. Put the person on the chair and squat down and gently break the little feet. After asking a few questions, it is confirmed that there is nothing serious. Just rest for two days.

Young Master Yao's face turned black as if he had eaten a fly.

Liu Yang saw that his expression was not right, so he hurriedly put his head in front of the doctor, and said in a sweet, sticky, nasal child voice, "Aunt Qi, my head hurts, please help me look."

The doctor glanced at the big bag on the back of his head and was surprised and pushed him to the big hospital. Before he left, he kept telling Yao Ye not to be careless about this matter, he must check it carefully, and by the way, he gave Young Master Yao a sideways glance, The meaning of happiness is self-evident.

Seeing that Master Yao was in a bad mood, Liu Yang obediently followed behind with a sullen face and limped, trying to minimize his sense of existence, hoping that the master in front would treat himself as a passerby.

Young master Yao paused as he walked, and turned to look at him.

Liu Yang hurriedly stood still and shrank his neck.

"That..." Yao Xiaoye said two words.

Liu Yang's neck shrank twice.

Master Yao's tense face did not stop, and he smiled.

"Hey, I said it's fine, isn't it because my feet are good? Am I the kind of person who cares about every detail? Can I still eat you? Besides, you really hurt your head, and I should take care of it."

Liu Yang smiled and scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Coach, what do you want?"

"It's nothing. I wanted to ask you if you want to have breakfast, but the interruption just now reminded me that you are not feeling well. I guess you can't eat anything."

From behind him, Liu Yang saw a few team members walking towards the cafeteria, and replied: "It's okay, it feels better to spit out things, and the coach didn't eat, right? Why don't we go together?"

Yao Ye glanced at his shoes, shrugged helplessly, "I don't have any appetite." Then he looked up and continued, "Why don't you go back and ask Director Zhao to approve a note for Ye Shuwen to take you to school, and I'll go back to the dormitory Change your clothes and meet in your bedroom?"

Liu Yang thought for a while and nodded.

The two act separately.