[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

"The Short Course World Cup has five stops every year. This is the first stop this year. Many athletes from various countries come to participate, mainly to train newcomers." During the competition, Zhao Di took the time to make an introduction.

Yan Yifei added: "Yes, but you see, many foreign athletes became famous at a young age. They may only be [-], [-], [-] or [-] years old, but they already have quite a lot of experience in competitions. Our players look relatively Immature, really a child who has never experienced the world."

"Perhaps Europeans and Americans are more mature than us. I don't know if today's champion will be an American player with four or a French player with five..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yifei on the side exclaimed: "Seventh Road!!! Ao Ling!!! His sprint speed is too fast, this freestyle walking ability, this stroke technique, he let me I remembered someone!!!"

Her voice suddenly became high-pitched, especially when the name "Ao Ling" was called, the emotion of surprise and surprise was transmitted to the audience through the TV screen, and all the people who were watching the live broadcast became nervous for no reason.

Zhao Di next to him was startled, and quickly looked at the competition in the pool: "Ao Ling!! Ao Ling!!! He has rushed to the first place, the last 10 meters, 8 meters, 5 meters, keep it! Immediately It's almost time to reach the finish line!!!"

"The last arm stroke, to the side!!!"

FINA's event broadcast is very mature and professional. When the electronic timing system records the results of all the players, the national flags and names of the top three players will pop up in the swimming lanes on the screen.

Zhao Di's voice came out passionately: "52 seconds 40! A young man from province C in China, Ao Ling!!! The last 25 meters freestyle came to the fore and won the men's 100 meters medley gold medal!!!"

"Australian Mike Horton in the fifth lane won No.2, American player Evans in the fourth lane won No.3, and another Chinese player, Fan Yuhao, won No.4."

As soon as Yan Yifei's voice fell, the broadcast camera switched to the stands, which happened to be where the Australian players gathered.

Dozens of male and female players wearing the same sportswear sat there, with the same bewildered and shocked expressions on their faces.

They seemed to have never dreamed that the game would end like this.

When Zhao Di saw the broadcast footage, he immediately added: "The broadcast footage was shown to the players in Australia, and they couldn't believe the result."

"Yes," Yan Yifei began to popularize science, "Horton is 17 years old this year. He is a new star emerging in the Australian swimming world in the past two years. He has performed well in the previous Pan Pacific competition. Today, everyone thinks that he I never expected to win the championship, but lost to our young Chinese player."

Having said that, just by listening to the voice, you can feel the smile in Yan Yifei's tone.

"Yifei's voice is hoarse. Let's take a look at the reporter's interview with the athlete."

Ao Lingren had just come up from the swimming pool. He was thinking of going to get his sportswear, but after walking two steps, suddenly a person rushed over from behind and hit him hard, hitting his left shoulder.

Ao Ling supported her shoulders, staggered two steps to the side before standing still, raised her head, and the man had already left without looking back.

He turned his head and asked Fan Yuhao, "Who is this?"

Fan Yuhao was speechless: "You don't know the person who competed with you just now?"

Wearing a swimming cap and goggles are all the same, and Ao Ling is still a little face blind to foreigners: "Which one?"

"Fifth way, take the second Australian."

Ao Ling was thoughtful: "What sport does he swim?"

"It should be short-distance freestyle. Yesterday, I participated in the preliminaries of two events, but I didn't get into the same group as you."

Fan Yuhao put the towel on his shoulders, and stood there with his hands on his hips chatting with Ao Ling.He wasn't very upset when he didn't win the medal. He knew that his breaststroke was too stretched, and he couldn't do it in backstroke. Enrolling in the medley event was just to exercise.

Ao Ling nodded in satisfaction: "That's good."

"What?" Fan Yuhao didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask again, when he looked back, Ao Ling was gone.

Ao Ling was brought to the media meeting and interview area by the staff, before he could catch his breath, a group of reporters stretched out their microphones.

The leader was a Chinese reporter. First of all, congratulations to him for winning the championship. Ao Ling smiled and said thank you.

The reporter asked again: "Are you satisfied with your performance today?"

We have won the championship, what is there to be dissatisfied with.Ao Ling nodded: "Satisfied."

"We heard that you were injured a little bit before, and you just came back from your injury yesterday."

Ao Ling touched her left shoulder subconsciously: "It's okay."

Then the reporter started to do things, asking him if he knew who his two opponents were, where they came from, and what achievements he had made before.

Ao Ling asked three questions, and answered all three questions: don't know, don't know, haven't heard of it.

Fu Xingtu stood in the stands and never took his eyes off his two team members.Ao Ling was deliberately bumped by the other party, so he could see it clearly.

When Ao Ling returned to the stands, the first thing he did was to ask how the opponent's shoulder felt.

Ao Ling replied that there is no problem, and looked down at the phone, but when he went abroad, he did not enable international roaming for the phone, and there was no wifi in the swimming pool, so his phone is now a clock.

Just focus on the field.

Two hours later, Ao Ling will participate in today's second final - the 100-meter freestyle.

Before going down for inspection, Ao Ling thought of a question and looked up at the big screen. He knew all the letters but not a single word.

So he asked Fu Xingtu: "That...the person who defeated you before."

"American Adrian Davis." Fu Xingtu reminded him.

"Yes," Ao Ling suddenly realized that he didn't remember such a long name at all, "Which one is he in?"

Fu Xingtu looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person: "He didn't come to participate in this competition at all."

"..." Ao Ling sighed secretly, "It's a pity."

"Little fool." Fu Xingtu scolded him, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips while looking at his back.

In the 100-meter freestyle, Ao Ling's pass is in the fifth lane, and the left and right sides are the Australian player Mike Horton and the American player Evans.

He looked around and felt that after so long of physical training, he was already in good shape, but compared with others, he still looked like an underdeveloped bean sprouts.

It's not a matter of height, but a difference in physique between the eastern and western races.

Therefore, they have advantages in strength and speed, and are more suitable for racing sports, but they are not as good as Asians in technical sports.

Ao Ling touched her swimming cap, which was uniformly issued by the whole team before coming to Singapore. It was a white cap with a five-star red flag on each side.

So what if a westerner is born with an advantage in racing, since he is standing in front of the starting platform, he will not be afraid of any opponent.

The starting command sounded, take off, enter the water, and the first runner in the first 25 meters is the French player in the third lane.

Yan Yifei did not forget to introduce to the audience in front of the TV: "This is a French veteran. He is 28 years old this year. A few years ago, he still had the strength to compete for medals in international competitions. In the past one or two years, he has been defeated by him in the domestic trials. His compatriots surpassed, and he was not selected for the national team at the World Swimming Championships last year."

"Yes, we saw the first 25 meters coming, he has been passed by the Australian player in the fourth lane, followed by the US team."

Yan Yifei's attention immediately focused on Ao Ling who was caught between them: "I don't know if this 15-year-old boy will surprise us today."

After turning around for the second time, Horton had rushed to the first place. During the ascent, he did not forget to take a look at Ao Ling next to him, and when he found that Ao Ling was behind him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This time he came to win the Short Course World Cup. There were no world famous players in the few events he participated in. He thought he could win at least five gold medals, three individual events and two relay events.

Unexpectedly, the first 100-meter medley had a bad start, and was taken away by a Chinese kid who appeared out of nowhere!

If it is a Japanese player, he can still feel better in his heart, but for a Chinese, why should he?

Except for Fu Xingtu back then, he had never heard of any outstanding men's short-distance freestyle swimmers in the Chinese team. Even Fu Xingtu failed to make any achievements in the Olympics and fell early.

The white and thin boy in front of him, he is also worthy?

When Horton was thinking this way, he was already approaching the third turn, and then he sprinted at full speed for the last 25 meters.

After turning around, he couldn't help but glance to the side again, and this time, he was so startled that he even forgot the rhythm of his arm strokes.

"We really have no advantage in short-distance events, especially for male athletes. It is really difficult to make a breakthrough in international competitions."

Yan Yifei was still lamenting that Chinese men's swimming skills in short-distance events over the years were not as good as others, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "It's him again, Ao Ling!!! The last one turned around and he threw away the two lanes next to him His speed is too fast, and he has already left the other players by half a body!!! Our champion is secure!!!”

Zhao Di suddenly remembered that they still had something to talk about just now: "You said just now that his technical movements reminded you of someone."

"Yes, I think of my little brother--Fu Xingtu. Actually, I retired not long after he entered the national team, but I have always remembered his freestyle skills for so many years. This kid named Ao Ling has him in him. shadow, I feel..."

She didn't finish her sentence, and the game on the field reached a crucial moment.

"No suspense, no suspense!!! The championship belongs to us, the last stroke, touch the wall, beautiful!!! Ao Ling won another gold!!!"

As time went on, Yan Yifei's voice became more high-pitched, and she was fully involved in the competition, without any restraint from the previous two days.

She yelled too ecstasy, her voice was a little rough, in the live broadcast room, Zhao Di handed her a bottle of mineral water, and took over the conversation himself: "You may not know it just after returning to China, but he is the team member brought by Fu Xingtu."

Yan Yifei was very surprised: "If I remember correctly, Fu Xingtu is only 21 years old this year, and he is already a coach?"

"Yes, the youngest coach of the national team."

The water in the short pool is shallower than that in the long pool, and the upper body of the athletes standing on the bottom of the pool is almost exposed to the water.

After rushing 100 meters at full speed, Ao Ling still stood there panting, accepting the surprised eyes of the audience.

Especially the Australian player next to him, whose eyes fell on him like knives.

Ao Ling turned his head, looked back without fear, and returned his four words with his eyes - defeated.

Before going ashore, the two had an argument with their eyes.After landing, Horton almost gritted his teeth and said something to Ao Ling, but Ao Ling didn't understand.

Judging from his expression, it was not a good word.

There was a Singaporean athlete next to him, who was Chinese. He didn’t know whether it was out of kindness or because he just watched the excitement. He came over and patted Ao Ling on the shoulder, and translated for him: "He said that none of your Chinese athletes are clean."

"!!!"

Ao Ling had already torn that Australian up in his heart, but his face remained calm.

At this time, someone walked towards him not far away, and when he looked at him, his eyes were full of suspicion and scrutiny.

Ao Ling glanced at the work badge on his neck, his English was too poor to understand his identity.

The man handed him a piece of paper, which was also written in English.

Even if he couldn't understand what he said, Ao Ling understood, it was another urine test from the anti-doping organization.

In fact, the sub-stations of the Short Course World Cup do not have such a strong competitive atmosphere, but a strong commercial atmosphere.

Sponsor logos and trinkets can be seen everywhere, and even the mascots of athletes when receiving awards are sponsored by a certain brand.

As long as it is not game time, the lights on the scene will be dimmed, especially when the athletes are on the field, making it just like a concert scene.

There is no concept of winning glory for the country among the athletes, because in this kind of sub-station competition, everyone is here for the huge prize money.

It was such a competition. There were only a handful of players who were called by the anti-doping organization to do a urine test a few days ago, and Ao Ling was "lucky" to be one of them.

He glanced at the paper in his hand again, but did not sign it, then raised his head to look at the doping control officer, and said in Chinese: "I will wait for my coach."

At this time, several athletes were watching, among them was Horton.

Ao Ling stood quietly on the spot. He would not go with anyone until his coach arrived. The inspector of the anti-doping organization was also standing aside, looking at him with serious and vigilant eyes. .

Soon, Fu Xingtu came to the venue, signed the doping control notice, and took Ao Ling to do a urine test.

When he came back, Fu Xingtu noticed that Ao Ling was not very happy all the time, so he asked him: "It's not the first time, why should I be embarrassed?"

Ao Ling didn't laugh at what he said, and made the two female players on the side laugh, and whispered to each other: "Director Fu is really, so fierce that he even takes advantage of his own team members."

Ao Ling shook her head: "It's not because of this."

"What's the matter?" Fu Xingtu suddenly remembered that the Australian team member seemed to be communicating with Ao Ling just now, and guessed it should be related to this, "What did he say to you?"

After asking, Fu Xingtu sneered again: "You don't seem to understand."

Ao Ling raised his head, gave him a milky and fierce look, and then repeated the original words that the Singaporean player translated for him.

Then, seeing their success, Director Fu's face immediately sank.

The author has something to say: Holden's name is used on purpose, and the character design is equally annoying, but the details are different, and the story is also different.

Anyway, I just want to blow him up!

In international competitions, there is no friendship first, competition second, and the whole process is torn between Japan and South Korea, and Europe and the United States.

World swimming has never respected the Chinese team, and I don't want to respect them either.

感谢在2021-04-1019:12:50~2021-04-1023:44:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!