Cheng Zhun became interested again and wanted to look at Tang Yili's breaststroke results.
"2 minutes and 42...eighth place, not bad, not bad, really good..."
In the 50-meter breaststroke, for this group of professional men who often swim for more than 20 seconds, the time of 2 minutes and 42 is really not "good".
Therefore, Cheng Zhun once again received the coach's eyes.
He explained for Tang Yili with a smile, "Senior Sister Tang couldn't swim at all before, but now she can rank in the middle and top in the class, which is already very good."
"She's not a professional."
Lei Banshen closed the computer with a snap and said, "Go and call Xun Lang over."
"oh."
Cheng Zhun stuck out his tongue and ran away.
On the field, the competition was still going on in full swing. It was Shen Lang's turn from A University. His main event was breaststroke.
Xun Lang stood at the finish line, wanting to watch the performance of his fellow juniors before leaving, but unfortunately there were too many people who came here because of his reputation, and they immediately surrounded him. Some wanted autographs and some wanted to take photos.
Cheng Zhun split the crowd, shouted, "I'm sorry, I can't help myself," pulled Xun Lang away, and walked to the stands.
Suddenly his body felt light, and Xun Lang asked Cheng Zhun what happened.
Cheng Zhun: "The old man is looking for you." He added kindly, "The old man looks bad. Senior brother, be careful."
He brought Xun Lang to Lei Penshen, winked at Xun Lang, and ran away.
Lei Ban looked Xun Lang up and down, and then asked him: "What time did you come back yesterday?"
Xun Lang had already been mentally prepared.
"Three o'clock today."
"Three o'clock?!" Lei Ban said deeply, "Go back to the base at three o'clock, get up at six o'clock, and even tie the national record at nine o'clock. Xun Lang, do you think you are so awesome?!"
Xun Lang stood there without saying anything, with a calmness in his eyes that welcomed the anger.
Even if you want to kill or cut into pieces, you can be upright and upright, even if your family background is slightly worse, you can't do it.
Lei Penshen had nothing to do with Xun Lang like this, so he calmed down and asked.
"Did you go back to Bei City last night?"
"yes."
"Did you teach Tang Yili breaststroke?"
"yes."
Lei Banshen, who seemed to be calm, had already stirred up huge waves in his heart.
How much effort he put into his beloved disciple and how much expectation he placed on his beloved disciple. Seeing Xun Lang endure the struggle and step by step into the golden period of his career, just when he was about to make achievements, he actually fell in love.
As a professional athlete, you train physically every day, but once you get on the field, you compete mentally.
When young men and women fall in love, psychological fluctuations are commonplace. If such ups and downs are brought to the competition field, no matter how good the athlete is, he will not be able to achieve results.
How could a sensible person like Xun Lang do such a stupid thing?!
Isn’t this making fun of dreams and futures!?
Ray-Ban thought for a moment and stood up. The noisy atmosphere faded into the background.
He said: "Xun Lang, what is your dream?"
"Become an Olympic champion."
Lei Ban nodded deeply: "According to our plan and efforts, you will achieve this dream in two years, so," he paused slightly, "are you willing to temporarily move Tang Yili to two years later."
Xun Lang stood between the rows of seats, as if the place was filled with silent spectators, everyone witnessing the birth of an Olympic champion.
And this birth requires an extremely painful labor pain.
Xun Lang's face was calm and his voice was as deep as water.
"I will not give up Tang Yili, nor will I give up my championship dream. The two are not an either-or relationship. If you feel that the national record is not good enough, I can set another Asian record or even a world record."
"You ask for it, and I'll fulfill it."
"Only Tang Yili cannot be moved."
The exciting competition continues, and youth and passion are written into this autumn one stroke at a time.
And Xun Lang is obviously the most classy among this group of young people.
Lei Banshen, who failed to dismantle CP, had a gloomy face. He loved and hated Xun Lang. He looked at him and was speechless for a long time.
Finally, he waved his hands in disgust.
"Go away, go to the gym and squat, I don't want to see you today!"
…
The friendly match went on lively all morning. The two teams from Bei Province and Tianjin Province were evenly matched, and from Bei Province, especially the disciples of A University Lei Penshen had the best results.
Not to mention Xun Lang, he is a bug-level existence. He has won all championships in butterfly, freestyle and breaststroke in 100 meters and 200 meters.
Cheng Zhun was just starting out. In addition to winning a 100-meter backstroke championship, he also helped the team win a relay championship.
Only Shen Lang's results were worse, and he only got second place in all the events he participated in.
After being complimented by a fellow coach, Lei Banshen turned around and went back to his den, where he was scolded profusely.
In the evening, Xun Lang returned to the dormitory from the gym and saw Cheng Zhun and Shen Lang writing checks there.
Cheng Zhun, who looked like he was constipated, his eyes lit up.
"Elder brother, you are back."
Xun Lang said "hmm", put down his leather protective gear, and sat down.
I didn't get enough sleep today, and I squatted all afternoon. I was as strong as Xun Lang, and my mind was a little drowsy.
At this moment, Tang Yili happened to send a WeChat message, and by the time Xun Lang clicked on it, one message had turned into a series of messages.
【Another day without a trace...】
【A day without a trace...】
【one day……】
【……】
Xun Lang curled his lips helplessly and replied to her.
[I was punished in the afternoon, and I just returned to the dormitory now.]
Tang Yili replied instantly: [Is it because the results in the friendly match were not good? 】
【almost.】
Tang Yili: [Let’s make a video call and let my beautiful face comfort you.]
Xun Lang smiled.
[There is someone next to you, so let’s send a message.]
Tang Yili sent a disdainful expression and sent a message at the same time.
【Don’t fight, right? Just wait.】
Xun Lang didn't know what to wait for, so he put down his mobile phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The water was still cold halfway, but he insisted on finishing the shower and returned to the warm room. He felt that the top of his head was steaming.
Xun Lang walked out with wet hair and saw Cheng Zhun taking pictures with his mobile phone and speaking loudly into the video.
"...Yes, I live in the same house with my senior and second senior brothers. The conditions here are much worse than ours..."
Cheng Zhun turned over his phone and showed it to Xun Lang.
"Sir, please say hello. It's Senior Sister Tang. Senior Sister Tang heard about our training camp and called us specifically to say hello."
Sure enough, there was a bright face on the screen. Tang Yili seemed to have deliberately moved forward so that the thick and long eyelashes could be seen clearly.
At night, she actually wore makeup.
"Good evening, senior brother." Tang Yili smiled.
Xun Lang turned his head and wiped his wet hair with a calm voice.
"Good evening, Miss Tang."
Cheng Zhun couldn't stand listening, "Why are you so weird? Senior Sister Tang obviously has good intentions."
Confiscating Xun Lang's right to talk to the goddess, Cheng Zhun took back his cell phone and continued chatting with Tang Yili.
"Today's competition results were pretty good, but Old Man Lei was too strict. Senior Brother won six first places and was still not satisfied, so he was punished by squatting... Fei Han was forced to squat, hahaha..."
Xun Lang glanced over with a cold gaze, and Cheng Zhun shrank his neck in fright.
At this time, Tang Yili on the other end of the phone asked, "What's on the table behind you?"
Cheng Zhun turned around.
That was Xun Lang's table, with colorful cards and chocolates stacked on it.