Breaststroke is the oldest swimming style. Because it requires the least effort and has the simplest technical movements, it is listed as the entry-level swimming style.
The movements are nothing more than the cooperation of the arms and legs, with the rhythm of breathing, in a repetitive cycle.
An athlete of Xun Lang's level explains breaststroke like a god descending from him. No matter how stupid a student is, he can quickly understand it after listening to his instructions.
Fu Xi just followed the gesture for a while, and the speed of the parade increased to a higher level. After turning back and forth, Fu Xi swam over and said to Tang Yili.
"Let go of the floating board. With such a good teacher teaching you, are you still worried about being drowned?"
Tang Yili turned around and looked at the "good teacher" Xun Lang not far away.
He stood in the water with his arms folded, without saying a word, and he didn't force her to give up his assistance. It was entirely up to her.
From just now, Xun Lang's attitude towards her seemed to have completely changed.
Opening and closing the mouth are all technical movements. It doesn't matter whether he does it well or not. Anyway, Xun Lang walks at his own pace. After talking about one point, he will naturally jump to the next one. There are no mandatory requirements for Tang Yili.
Tang Yili felt a little depressed and threw the floating board away in anger. She drowned again while holding her in her arms. Thinking that Xun Lang would definitely reach out to pull her out, she decided to give it a try.
Tang Yili leaned forward, lifted the soles of his feet off the ground, and plunged his head into the water unconsciously. The expected water did not rush into his nose, but was completely blocked from breathing by his own breath-holding operation.
Moreover, her body is moving!
Out of instinct, Tang Yili used his hands and feet and was able to swim.
This feeling of being enveloped by water is very strange. When Tang Yili got excited, he forgot about his original caution. He became more relaxed as he swam, and soon reached the other shore.
Tang Yili stood up happily and looked back at Xun Lang. He was no longer where he was, but had gone ashore.
Tang Yili kept looking at Xun Lang, waiting for him to dry his body and walk towards her, condescendingly.
"That's how it feels. If you practice more in the future, you will definitely be able to pass the school exam. Let's get out of class." He said calmly.
Tang Yili opened his mouth: "Then you..."
"My part is over."
…
Until the evening, Xun Lang did not show up. Tang Yili sat in the courtyard, staring blankly at the setting sun in the mountains. The red-hot disk seemed to fall from the sky.
It's so painfully beautiful.
Jun Pang came out of the kitchen with a lot of things in his arms. Fu Xi followed behind, both hands full.
She called Tang Yili and said she would have an outdoor barbecue that night.
Tang Yili responded perfunctorily and continued to sit there in a daze.
Soon, the sky darkened, the fire started, and the aroma of meat wafted out.
Jun Pang was busy brushing honey on the chicken wings, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Tang Yili, are you cultivating immortality?"
Tang Yili held up the cuffs of his thick sweater, walked over and asked him what he was doing.
"Go and call Xun Lang. Let's eat a lot of meat tonight and drink a lot of wine. Go quickly!"
Now Fu Xi didn't know where to go to work, and Tang Yili couldn't shirk it, so he had to go in and look for someone.
After going up the stairs to the second floor, Tang Yili turned around and happened to pass by an aunt. She asked where Xun Lang's room was.
The aunt was very kind and pointed to the west, "The second guest room over there."
Tang Yi thanked him politely and walked over. When he was approaching the door, he unconsciously stepped lightly and the room became quiet.
Tang Yili knocked on the door with his handle, and heard footsteps from inside. It was Xun Lang who opened the door.
He wore a white turtleneck sweater, and he was elegant and had a sense of taboo.
He asked: "Is something wrong?"
There was a sense of alienation in the politeness.
Tang Yili: "Well, dinner is ready."
Xun Lang: "Okay."
He went back into the house without closing the door, and Tang Yili followed him with his eyes.
Xun Lang walked back to the sofa, closed a book he had clasped over, and put it back on the bedside. Then he picked up his cell phone and walked out with Tang Yili.
The atmosphere between the two of them was really depressing, so Tang Yili asked pretending to be relaxed.
"What were you reading just now?"
Xun Lang: "Guns, Germs and Steel."
This is a book that I have never heard of.
Tang Yili: "Does it look good?"
Xun Lang: "It's okay to kill boredom."
Dry topics are only suitable for maintaining fragile social relationships.
Tang Yili and Xun Lang walked downstairs. The lively barbecue atmosphere downstairs broke the connection between the two. They were like duckweeds who met each other, and naturally dispersed.
The two of them sat at opposite ends of the dining table, trying not to meet each other's eyes.
Jun Fatty was in charge of the barbecue, and Fu Xi was passing the dishes around. They were very busy. When the two of them came to the table, they realized that tonight's barbecue was lukewarm. Jun Fatty Gan was shouting, but the delicious food was not very popular.
There's a lot left.
After Xun Lang finished eating, he went upstairs first.
Tang Yili took two sips of soju, and when Xun Lang left, she couldn't sit still, so she went back to her room and fell asleep.
Jun Pang held up the tongs and put one hand on his hips: "These two people! They are just here to spoil the fun!"
"I'm still here, right?" Fu Xi sat on the swing, swinging, "I want to eat grilled pork ribs with black pepper, is there any more?"
"It must be there!"
Jun Pang rolled up his arms and sleeves, and suddenly became energetic.
…
The next day is Sunday, and it’s time to go back to the city.
After breakfast, everyone got into the car with their luggage.
It was still the same as when we arrived, with Xun Lang driving and Tang Yili sitting in the passenger seat. However, the atmosphere was full of chatter and laughter, as if it had been filled with mud, heavy and suffocating.
No one spoke.
Tang Yili rolled down one of the car windows, and the cold mountain breeze blew in. She caught a glimpse of Fu Xi's expression in the rearview mirror, which looked very bad.
When Tang Yili woke up early, he found that the bed next to him was empty.
She thought Fu Xi was using the bathroom, so she lay down for a while. When there was no movement for a long time, she realized that the bed was flat and Fu Xi didn't come back to sleep at all last night.
We are all adults, so there is no need to make a fuss about some things.
It's just that when the spring breeze comes, it's a little strange for people who should wake up early and have their faces glowing.
She didn't know what happened between Fu Xi and Jun Pang, but she couldn't care about it herself and couldn't muster the energy to ask Fu Xi.
It was more than 100 kilometers from the villa to University A. Xun Lang drove the car into the service area on the way. Everyone took a rest. When they got on the road again, Fu Xi rushed to pull the passenger door.
Tang Yili, who had been robbed of his position, asked silently, and Fu Xi looked at him asking for help.
Tang Yili said nothing, lowered his eyes, and sat in the back row.
The car started on the road again, and both men found that the seat next to them had been replaced.
Jun Pang said with a half-smile, "It seems that Xun Lang and I are both disliked."
Fu Xi didn't even look back and snorted coldly.
Tang Yili leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes to take a nap.
She sat next to Xun Lang for the first half of the journey, never daring to relax. Now she was already a little sleepy. As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
When Tang Yili woke up again, he was jolted awake by the sound of the car door being slammed shut.
Fu Xi got out of the car with resentment.
Tang Yili rubbed his thick forehead hair and realized that he was already downstairs in the dormitory.
"gone."
Jun Pang waved his hand casually, "Let's go slowly."
Tang Yili couldn't help but look at Xun Lang. His profile was firm and straight, his jaw moved slightly, but he didn't speak after all.