Swimmer of Rebirth

A white four-story building, the third floor is the instructor's office of the Provincial Tour School.

Yao Ye stood at the window and silently watched Liu Yang's back until it disappeared before turning around.

Director Zhao standing behind him was staring at him angrily, with his hands resting on the table, fists tightly clenched, his eyes glowing pink.

Yao Ye smiled and said: "He is a serious kid, but I can't give you a confirmation letter for the time being whether he will be fired or not. Let's talk about it after meeting his parents first, and the fact that Wang Yaxin was injured in our team It has to be solved, you should call his parents first to explain the situation and see what they mean, after all, others have handed over the child to us completely, and it is our responsibility to be injured."

"What? You mean to push Liu Yang out? Have you ever thought about what he thinks when he is still so young when he fights? Can he think about the consequences? He doesn't know anything at all."

"But did it bleed? It still hurts the head. It looks fine now. If there are sequelae, who is responsible? Me? Or you?" Yao Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a faint smile on his lips. The instructor was speechless by himself, and shook his head, "As an instructor, you shouldn't be biased and treat everyone equally. You are an old instructor, so I don't need to remind you, so before the parents of both parties meet, don't favor either side. Don't question my arrangement, it's not like I didn't take any punishment."

"Okay, okay." Director Zhao nodded angrily, "Don't forget, these are all my team members, and I have the decisive vote on how to deal with them."

Yao Ye shrugged, "OK, now that I'm here, I want to ask you, what does a qualified instructor do besides training the swimming performance of the team members?"

"..." Director Zhao didn't speak, and even thought his question was a little funny.

"If you didn't speak, it means you know, right? Then I want you to answer me a question, why didn't you nip everything in the bud before it happened?"

Director Zhao froze for a moment, thought for a while, "It happened too suddenly."

Yao Ye stepped forward suddenly, propped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at him with straight eyes.

"What are you hesitating about?" He asked, his voice was very soft, a little low, with a slight hoarseness.

Director Zhao felt that his mind was blank when he looked into those eyes.

The other party's eyes were like a searchlight shining straight into his heart, as if everything was illuminated clearly, he wanted to refute, but it was too late.

"You think it doesn't matter if the children are playing small fights, right? You also think that the child is isolated and just can concentrate on training, right? So you didn't stop them, you let them go, and you thought it was a case of self-centeredness. It's a good thing, you want that child's life to be nothing but training and grades, nothing else matters, right?"

One sentence, one sentence, one word, hit his heart like a boxer's glove, almost stopping it.

Yao Ye withdrew his sharp eyes and smiled, the smile was complicated and seemed to be slightly bitter.

"Old Zhao..." He sighed, "Children at this age are very simple, like a piece of white paper, everything we draw will remain clearly on it, but you can imagine that one day, this person who was drawn by you The child who was taken care of deliberately grows up, his side is colorful, but the background...is it black?"

He walked around the table to Director Zhao, leaned on the table next to him, put his hands on his shoulders, and turned to look at him.

Those eyes are very clear, black and white, when he looks at each other, it seems to be able to emit light, easily find something that others deliberately hide, even that thing has been forgotten by his master.

Director Zhao felt embarrassed, but he couldn't muster up the courage to refute, and his heart was in a mess, because those eyes and those words hit the deepest and hardest part of his heart, breaking the shell, allowing him to see the hidden truth. ugly stuff.

Director Zhao smiled wryly, turned around like him, leaned his butt against the edge of the table, lit a cigarette, inhaled it, made a circle in his lungs, and exhaled it with that suffocation. During the meeting, he turned his head to look at him, the other's eyes were as usual, with a faint smile, clean and bright.

"I'm afraid of you." Director Zhao shook his head helplessly, "Sure enough, those who were born as athletes are not as good as they are, old, old."

Yao Ye put his hands on his shoulders, "Didn't you also come from the Physical Education Institute? Compared with theoretical knowledge, I can't keep up with you."

The two smiled at each other.

"Speaking of which, I hope you can give me face in this matter, don't poke it up, those people are bored every day, and they are thinking about how to torment them." Director Zhao said.

Yao Ye just patted him on the shoulder twice, but didn't answer whether it was good or not.

Men often seem to have their own unique magnetic field. Even people who are not familiar with each other can always understand each other's mind through a look and a movement when facing the same thing.

Yao Ye didn't speak, but Director Zhao understood. He hooked him with his backhand, hugged him vigorously, got up and went out the door.

The sound of closing the door sounded, and Yao Ye stood there meditating. The noon sun was shining brightly, shining on his body through the window, with a slight burning sensation, and the air he inhaled through his nose seemed to be hiding a restless factor...

Liu Yang was taken aback when he entered the gym. He didn't expect that there would be people training in the gym during lunch time.

The man was hanging upside down on the horizontal bar, the dim light in the room reflected his body, his face was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, his hands were holding his head, and he was doing sit-ups vertically.

Liu Yang was feeling depressed now, so he picked up a soft cushion and dragged it to a corner far away from that person. With a flick of his schoolbag, he lay down on it.

The back is hot, the sweat soaks through the clothes, and then evaporates instantly like water mist by the heat. The three headlights in front of me are falling in mid-air, bright and dazzling, and the top is gray, and it seems that gray-white spiders can be seen The net is thickly attached to the roof, and there are still a few poor bugs struggling.

The provincial tour school is the provincial tour school, and the provincial team is the provincial team. Different identities are treated differently. The provincial team eats duck thighs and they gnaw their necks. When they eat fish, their bowls always contain fish heads and fish tails. The gym is clean and bright, but their gym is like a warehouse, which is full of various training equipment, piled here and there, and most of the time, the equipment inside is used outside. The rain will be used here.

Thinking of this, Liu Yang felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He turned his head to look at the man who was hanging upside down from the pole.

This man was wearing the sportswear of a provincial team member, dark blue. His shirt had long been taken off and hung on the pole beside him. His naked upper body carved out six-pack abs like a knife. His shoulders were broad, solid and full of strength. Glittering sweat overflowed the bronzed skin on the back of his shoulders, and he could feel the explosive power surging under his skin during the ups and downs.

He blinked, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly the blood poured down, and Xiao Liu's brain twisted and twitched instantly.

The provincial team, but what's the matter with the provincial team, the provincial team can go to the school's site for training, and the provincial team can look down on people.

He turned his head, put his feet together, bent his knees, and hugged his head with his hands, desperately doing sit-ups.

At the beginning, he did it very fast, almost three times in two seconds. He didn't slow down until he obviously felt his heart rate was too fast and his physical strength dropped sharply. People are still continuing to move at the same frequency, slightly surprised.

You must know that doing sit-ups while hanging upside down and lying down are two completely different concepts, especially the length of time this person lasted and the integrity of his movements almost made him feel a little unbelievable.

When he sat up again, he simply stopped, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the man intently.

One, two, three... thirty... forty...

As the number slowly increased, Liu Yang's mouth opened slightly unconsciously.

This, this is a bit too much, is this still a human being?

The man seemed to have sensed to look towards Liu Yang's direction.

The light outside the door was a bit dazzling, falling on his body, it was like being in a raging flame, and fiery red fluorescence bloomed all over his body, those eyes, like diamonds, shone brightly in the flames.

Liu Yang was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, his face froze, and he continued his training again.

This time he did it very slowly, every two seconds, inhaling a big breath when lying down, exhaling when getting up, taking a deep breath, a skill that physical athletes must master.

The surroundings are very quiet, it seems that there is only the sound of my own breathing, the scene in my eyes is repeating constantly, from bottom to top and then to bottom, sweat falls from the forehead, falls on the clothes, falls on the mat, the hair is full of sweat, and the brain is full of sweat. The hands at the back were slippery and couldn't be fastened, and what the nose inhaled was the salty and bitter smell of sweat boiled by the hot air.

very quiet.

Thoughts are momentary.

I still remember that at that time, my mother was standing beside me, Director Zhao was sitting opposite, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and the hands resting on the table were tightly clenched into fists.

I was crying, holding my mother's waist and crying.

The mother's face is still very young, there are no wrinkles on the skin, and that beautiful face is full of sorrow. She hugs her head tightly as if she is going to embed it in her body.

He heard his mother's voice above his head.

Since the child doesn't want to learn, forget it.

Then, the mirror image broke instantly, scattered into billions of pieces, and the distorted face turned into a black butterfly.

The broken mirror wakes up.

As if falling from high altitude, with a loud noise, he lay heavily on the mat, short of breath, the hand behind his head grabbed the short hair, tightly, almost tore off with severe pain.

You can't do this, you can't give up anymore, you must find a way, you must.

He grabbed his bag and rushed out.

In the gym behind him, that person continued his exercise, as if he was the only one there.