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Chapter 39

Chapter 39 Yi Shuier’s broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs

Finally, the National Games began.

Tang Yili felt that her wait was almost over.

However, after checking the schedule, I found out that Xun Lang had signed up for the 100-meter, 200-meter butterfly and 100-meter freestyle competitions this time. From the group preliminaries to the semi-finals and finals, there were competitions almost every day.

Therefore, Tang Yili added the habit of reading sports news every day.

But soon, she discovered that as the schedule progressed, Xun Lang made more and more headlines. By the time the National Games came to an end, Xun Lang had already won two gold medals and became a hot celebrity.

Even so, Xun Lang's main event, the 100-meter butterfly, has not yet started.

Even great beauties can lose their composure sometimes.

On the day of the 100-meter butterfly final, Tang Yili bought a ticket and decided to watch the event.

With a narrow waist, wide shoulders and long legs, he is clearly her boyfriend. Why can others look at her at will, but she has to look at her through a screen?!

Tang Yili set off without telling anyone.

Xun Lang didn't know, and even Fu Xi didn't know where she went after skipping class.

After driving the big G and driving all the way south, passing through two high-speed toll stations, Tang Yili finally arrived at the stadium an hour before the start of the game.

This is a national-level competition, and the security on site is strict. There is already a long queue at the front door, waiting to enter the venue.

Tang Yili drove for more than two hours and wanted to go to the bathroom first, but the front door was crowded with people, so he drove around and stopped in a remote corner behind the stadium.

There are not only temporary bathrooms there, but also a smoking area, the two are next to each other, under a semi-open plastic awning.

When the wind blows, the tree trunks overhead make a rustling sound, giving off a cold feeling.

Tang Yili quickly solved the problem and came out to wash his hands when he suddenly heard a conversation coming from next door.

"...Your selection results are average. I pushed you against all opinions and pushed you to this competition. You have to know something..."

The speaker was Lei Penshen. That old man always gritted his teeth whenever he spoke. Tang Yili could tell it right away.

"I know."

"What's the use of just knowing?!" Lei Ban snorted coldly, "These people under my sect, needless to say Xun Lang, Cheng Zhun is only eighteen years old, and they have already started to win gold medals. What about you, Shen Lang, you are two years old this year?

I'm fourteen, and I have to rely on charity to go to the National Games. If I don't show some results, I'll prepare to retire when I get back."

Tang Yili's mind was buzzing. The word "retirement" was like a sentence of death. She couldn't see Shen Lang's reaction, but even she felt that these words were too heavy to accept.

There was a long silence next door.

Tang Yili waited for a while, thinking they had left, wiped his hands and walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Shen Lang head-on. He was squatting at the door with a cigarette between his fingertips.

Neither of them expected to meet in such a situation, and they were both stunned.

Shen Lang stood up slowly and glanced at the thin partition between the bathrooms, his expression a little embarrassed.

Tang Yili raised the corners of his mouth, nodded, and hurried out.

Tang Yili asked herself that she and Shen Lang had only had a hot pot buffet. There were many people at that time, and she didn't know who was who. In terms of friendship, it was really impossible to talk about it.

Tang Yili wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and leave directly, but when passing by Shen Lang, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that Shen Lang seemed to have washed his face, and even his hair was wet, with drops of water still dripping from his eyes.

The cold wind in winter is sharp, and this man is really miserable.

Tang Yili, who walked out a few meters away, suddenly turned around, took out a tissue from his saddlebag, walked over and handed it to Shen Lang.

"Here you go, wipe it."

Shen Lang obviously didn't expect that there would be a counterattack. After a moment of hesitation, Shen Lang changed the cigarette butt from his right hand to his left hand and took the tissue.

"Thanks."

"Then I'll leave first."

Tang Yili wrapped herself in a white cashmere coat, got in the car and left.

Shen Lang leaned on the plastic steel door panel and watched the car drive out of sight. The ash on his fingertips accumulated for a long time and suddenly fell to the ground.



The highlight of the swimming competition is today.

There are not only 100-meter butterfly finals, but also middle- and long-distance 400-meter and 800-meter finals.

The auditorium was full of people, and Tang Yili bought a front-row ticket on the second floor with a great view. She looked behind her and found that there were swimming fans holding up banners——

Cheers to Team XX!

Whoever will win!

Tang Yili glanced around, but fortunately, no one had held up her Xunlang sign yet.

She was a little relieved.

Soon the afternoon competition began. The short distance competition was arranged in the front, and the athletes appeared one by one.

Tang Yili had seen it on TV. The name was called on the big broadcast, and the camera immediately showed a close-up. Only when she actually watched the scene, she felt that every athlete was loved by the audience.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, there was thunderous applause. The enthusiasm seen on TV was only a tenth of it.

Soon, when "Northern Province Representative Team, Xun Lang" was called on the radio, the scene was filled with excitement. Tang Yili sat on the stool, feeling her heart heat up.

On the field, Xun Lang wore a down jacket that reached his ankles, a black swimming cap and swimming goggles. He was cold and solemn. He walked to the starting area, took off his clothes, and put on long black swimming trunks, which tightly wrapped his solid thighs. He was also fatally sexy.

Tang Yili sat there quietly, but she couldn't stop her little heart from beating wildly. She could still hear girls whispering around her——

"...If you sleep on his arm for one night, you should have a stiff neck. It's so thick..."

"Ahaha, you have a beautiful idea. People who engage in sports like them must have several groups of people in one night. How can one person be able to withstand others and let you have the whole night to yourself?"

The two of them smiled secretly.

Tang Yili's ears turned red inexplicably.

Before she had time to think deeply about this issue, a whistle sounded on the court.

The game has begun.

Because he ranked first in the semi-finals, Xun Lang was in the fourth lane of the final station. In the middle, he raised his hand to press the swimming goggles. After fixing the seal, he hung his arms by his side, moved his arms with his wrists, and shook them gently to make muscles.

Relax.

After warming up, as the whistle blew, he stepped onto the starting platform, bowed, bent down, touched the platform with his fingers, fired the starting gun, and jumped forward.

Tang Yili's heart tightened.

For a time, everything on and off the court was in a state of excitement, and the voice of the commentator on the radio suddenly rose an octave.

"... This is a rising star... Xun Lang, 20 years old this year... a typical strength player, full of power in the waist and abdomen... has always been in the lead. In this event, he is definitely the leader in the country.

Okay, I'm back..."

Xun Lang's underwater legs were accurate and powerful. After quickly touching the wall, he still maintained a diving displacement of more than 15 meters, and then came out of the water. By this time, he had already fallen one position behind the second-placed Cheng Zhun.

The third place, from Jiangsu Province, is also a master in a strong team. He kept holding on and tried hard to catch up. The water was churning. When he reached the last 25 meters, the third place was already quietly one shoulder ahead of Cheng Zhun.

There is a tendency to catch up with Xun Lang.

(End of chapter)


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