Swimmer of Rebirth

Today's classmate Xiao Liu is full of chicken blood, from the inside to the outside, every cell is filled with chicken blood, and I wish I could skip the culture class, so that every day of my life from now on will be full of training.

As a coach, what I like most is this kind of conscious child.

But they are not roundworms in the stomachs of the team members. What children of this age think, they need a few adults to form a circle and hold a serious meeting to discuss.

The guidance room was filled with smoke, and the four instructors had grim faces, especially Director Zhao's forehead was so tight that it could kill a fly.

Director Yu is the only woman. In order to show herself that she refuses to smoke second-hand smoke, she stands by the window with a small notebook in her hand, which records Liu Yang's usual grades.

After looking at it for a while, she raised her head and glanced, "This kid has good grades, it would be a pity if he got fired like this."

Director Xiong nodded, put out the cigarette in his hands and stood up, walked to the window, took the notebook from Director Yu, and read it seriously.

Director Zhao glanced over everyone's faces, and sighed heavily, "Liu Yang is my team member, and Wang Yaxin is also my team member. According to my original intention, I should send him back, but..." Zhao The instructor pulled his hair in annoyance, "But I also understand their situation. Usually, Wang Yaxin and the others take the lead in bullying Liu Yang. Today's retaliation is also an instinctive resistance when people are cornered."

"Wait." Director Xiong moved away from the notebook and looked at him, "You mean Liu Yang is usually bullied? How did you become a coach? Have you ever thought about dealing with it?"

"I've thought about it, why haven't I thought about it, but they didn't really hit someone, or they isolated the child and used words to run him down. Yesterday afternoon, they were provoked by a few people and jumped off the five-meter platform, almost drowning him Death, if I hadn't just arrived, Wang Yaxin and the others would probably still be laughing on the stage."

"This situation is too bad." Director Yu frowned, "Fortunately, the female team members I lead don't have so many annoying things."

Director Zhao gave her a sideways look, meaning that it's such a time, and you're still gloating.

Coach Yao, who has been sitting in the upper left corner without smoking, with his hands folded around his chest, looked clean and fresh, said lightly, "Director Zhao, call Liu Yang's parents later and ask them to come over as soon as possible."

Coach Yao, the reason why he is called a coach here is because he has the qualifications of a coach. His name is Yao Ye, and he was a swimmer. At this time, it is not like 10 years later. Well, he also went abroad to win medals on behalf of the country. Last week, he suddenly came to Sichuan Province from Beijing for a school tour. Then the top management of the provincial team sent a message asking them to clean up their desks and ask him to discuss more about athlete training.

The news came so suddenly that everyone murmured in private, because the position of the chief instructor of the tour school was still vacant, and it seemed self-evident to call such a person at this time.

But what is even more puzzling is that Yao Ye has the ability, but he chooses not to come to the school to teach people as a coach of the provincial team with a good salary. Once an elite swimmer, he still suffered a lot and was sent down in the society, but no matter how he has no backing, he is still in charge of them in name.

So with the final word, Liu Yangyuan's parents in another city were notified.

Here, classmate Liu Yang is still masturbating at school, lying on the railing on the third floor and looking down, with a perverted face almost drooling and whistling.

The entire teaching building is built in a concave shape. There is a small playground in the middle. There is a flagpole near the front. The national flag is fluttering on the top, and groups of little girls are jumping rope and piled up below. The braids rise and fall with each jump. Crisp laughter.

From time to time, there was a cheer from downstairs, and Liu Yang opened his mouth a little bit, and pink bubbles called happiness spread all over his body.

The class bell rang, and the children entered the classroom with a whoosh, and Liu Yang followed slowly and unhurriedly.

When the Chinese teacher came in, she was holding a pile of neatly stacked papers in her hand. She was standing on the podium, and the monitor's crisp voice sounded, "Stand up!"

Swish, the whole class stood up, bowed respectfully, "Hello, teacher!"

The Chinese teacher nodded with a smile on her face, "Hello, students, today's unit test, come." She stood in the first row handing out the papers, and the students had to pass them down one by one.

Liu Yang took the paper and glanced at it, then buried himself in the work.

In view of the height of the athletes, they basically occupied the last row, and some seats were even occupied by two boys.

Liu Yang hesitated for a moment when he wrote, wrote a word, looked at it, frowned, erased it with the eraser, wrote and erased again, and was not satisfied until he switched to left-handed writing.

These days, the more you write, the better you are, but the more you write, the more you go back.

A test paper was quickly finished, Liu Yang reviewed it several times, corrected the correct answers, and then nodded in satisfaction.

The so-called sharpness is not a good thing, especially since his current focus is not on the culture class, it is better to do less eye-catching things.

Director Zhao still picked them up when they returned from school. Liu Yang stood in the line looking for an opportunity to talk to Director Zhao. First, he apologized seriously, then deeply reflected on himself, and then told him his determination. Let's make things smaller.

So when the children entered the gate of the tour school and left one after another in groups of three or five, Liu Yang still stood where he was.

Director Zhao looked at him with a bluffing face, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"Yes, I see." Liu Yang nodded obediently.

"What's wrong?"

"It shouldn't be so hard, you shouldn't fight with your teammates, Director Zhao, I really have a deep reflection, I swear that I will never fight again in the future, please forgive me, I don't dare again, I will go back Apologize to Wang Yaxin and help him cook."

Director Zhao came over and rubbed his head without saying a word.

Liu Yang obviously felt that the situation was wrong, his heart was pounding, and he hugged Director Zhao's thigh without thinking about anything, and tears fell down. "Director Zhao, please, don't fire me. I won't dare to fight again. Let me write you a letter of guarantee. Please, I don't want to leave here. I like swimming. I like swimming very much. I will work hard and listen to you, please..."

Director Zhao broke his hands away, squatted down, his head was level with him, smiled kindly, brushed his rough fingers across his cheeks, and wiped away tears with slight pain.

"It's okay, don't cry, what kind of virtue is it for a boy to cry like this, director Zhao knows that you have regretted it seriously, knows that you regret it, so director Zhao will help you find a way, as long as you train hard and improve your grades, Zhao The director promises that no one will fire you, okay?"

Liu Yang continued to choke, looking straight at Director Zhao, trying to find a reason to feel at ease from his face.

He was crying, he was really crying, he was really scared, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave at all, his life had just begun, his future belonged here, he didn't want to leave, 1 people didn't want to leave.

Of course, crying so exaggeratedly is not without acting. Liu Yang secretly comforted himself that he is only 12 years old now. This uncle is also a cold-faced and kind-hearted master. It is estimated that dropping a few more golden beans can really get some effect .

So, continue to cry heart-piercingly.

Director Zhao got a headache from crying, and he rubbed his palms vigorously on top of Liu Yang's head, "Liu Yang, Director Zhao knows you are a good boy, and you train obediently when other children are complaining and tired, so Zhao The guide must try his best, try his best to let you stay here."

"woooooooo~~"

"Okay, don't cry."

"woooooooo~~"

"Tsk, what's the matter? Are you addicted to crying?"

"Woooo~~"

"You cry, you cry, keep crying, just stand here, don't move, cry until you go to school in the afternoon."

"Wow wow~~"

"Okay, okay, okay." Director Zhao said three good times angrily, stood up on the spot and left.

Leave someone dumbfounded on the spot.

A gust of wind blows.

Liu Yang twitched.

Suddenly messy.

pass.

Really over.

I even forgot where this place is. People here can sweat and cry, but they cannot accept such cowardly tears.

He wiped away his tears and sat on the ground with weak hands and feet.

Suddenly, I felt that I should really calm down.

There was a fight in the afternoon of the first day, and a fight in the morning of the second day. At noon that day, he failed to ask for help and was thrown on the side of the road on the spot.

Liu Yang closed his eyes and kept ordering himself to calm down.

In this way, after sitting for more than ten minutes, a small hand fell into my eyes in a trance.

He raised his hand and slowly turned it over. The small hand was slightly black and was clenched tightly. It was so powerful, warm and alive. It turned out that... it was really reborn, it was real.

Just like in a dream, I can’t see anything clearly, everything is chaotic, people around me come and go, but I watch it coldly in another world, self righteous and adult thinking to operate this world but it’s a mess.

Liu Yang has a habit. He has had this habit since he was a child. Even at the age of 32, he still has this habit.

He likes to exercise when he thinks.

It is not a vigorous movement, but a slow movement that maintains the same steps and frequency, such as jogging, such as sit-ups.

Most people experience brain hypoxia and a blank mind when exercising, but Liu Yang does not. In this case, his brain is running faster than usual, and many problems that he usually cannot figure out seem to be clear during exercise.

He believes that this may be the case for athletes, because their bodies are used to this kind of exercise. In order to keep awake during excessive exercise, the brain will subconsciously ensure a large supply of nutrients during the usual micro-load exercise, which leads to clear thinking and benign consequences. .

Therefore, although Liu Yang did not become an athlete in junior high school, his body's reflex conditions have been developed, and he still maintained this habit until his death.

Thinking of this, Liu Yang went back to the dormitory in no hurry, and ran around the swimming pool with a schoolbag on his back. His speed was not very fast, and his breathing was even, trying to keep the pace of his feet in a rhythm.

He ran around and around, his brain gradually stabilized after the initial confusion, and the cause and effect of the fight emerged in his mind one by one.

Instructor Zhao is his instructor, and he has to bear part of the responsibility for this fight, so in order to solve this problem, he will definitely work hard, but it is not enough, these are not enough, he should do something, at least work hard Change the disadvantaged situation of the status quo.

First of all, he provoked first, and then the opponent made a move, and then he responded that according to the normal procedure, he should not be mainly responsible for this fight, but if he strikes too hard, then Wang Yaxin will win everyone's sympathy. Very unfavorable.

Before that, he has been in the role of being bullied, but he has never told or complained to others, so do others know?And even if he has been bullied, but no one else has really done anything, how many people will care about this kind of childish fight, and how many sympathy points can he get if he speaks out?

Liu Yang gradually stopped and sighed. It seemed that running could not solve the current entangled situation.

He turned and walked to the gym.