The teaching plan for the new semester has been released.
Lei Penshen was drafted into the national team, and all teaching positions at University A were put aside for the time being. This semester, he must concentrate on leading his students and preparing for the Asian Games.
This is both an important responsibility and an honor.
When Lei Penshen was packing his things in the big office, his colleagues gathered around him and congratulated him.
"Coach Lei, congratulations. You have entered the Asian Games directly. You have been upgraded."
"That's right, when Xun Lang wins the lottery, your salary and benefits will immediately increase. Don't forget to treat him to a meal then."
Lei Ban was not interested in everyone's topic. He took a few stopwatches from the drawer, threw them into the cardboard box in his arms, and walked out without raising his head.
When he walked away, the people in the room, led by the director, immediately changed their faces.
Someone said: "That's awesome. Xun Lang hasn't even done anything yet, but this old boy is already putting on airs."
The director smiled and said: "None of your disciples can live up to expectations, but if there is one who can compete with Xun Lang and get a spot in the Asian Games, I can grab it for you. If I don't live up to my expectations, huh."
"Director, where did you ask us to find a genius like Xun Lang? Lei Penshen was lucky enough to fall on him. If our school hadn't wanted Xun Lang, how could it have been possible with Lei Penshen's lame appearance?
Come teach at University A.”
"It's good that you know," the director said, holding a thermos cup and slowly taking a sip of tea. "Sometimes, the disciples need the coach to achieve success. Sometimes, it's the other way around. The coach relies entirely on the disciples' support."
"Ray-Ban Shen's legs and feet can't even demonstrate a single movement well, but Xun Lang has to carry Ray-Ban Shen with him wherever he goes, so you can only covet others' luck."
Everyone burst into laughter, laughing at Lei Penshen as just a cripple who relied on charity.
Just as he was talking, a young man came to the door, carrying luggage.
"Classmate, who are you looking for?" the director asked.
"I'm looking for Coach Ray Banshen."
The few people who had looked flamboyant just now would now turn their faces and hold their breath and disperse.
Director Yang walked over, looked at the tall young man, and asked, "Are you Wei Ran?"
"Yes, I came from Jiangsu Province and reported to Coach Lei."
"He just left. He probably went to the swimming pool. He and his disciples are training in the third swimming pool."
"Okay, thank you."
Wei Ran left with a cold expression.
Someone came up to Director Yang and asked, "Is this the silver medal for Xun Lang's project this year?"
Director Yang glanced at the other party coldly, said nothing, and walked away with his hands behind his back.
…
The Asian Games will be held in Nagoya, Japan in two months. Athletes will conduct closed training in Tsu City and then go to the venue a week in advance to adapt to the environment and venues.
Not only Xun Lang, Wei Ran, who showed his prominence in the National Games this time, is also under the name of Ray-Ban.
In the third swimming pool, everyone was doing warm-up on the shore. Coach Lei squatted on the shore and talked to Xun Lang in the water.
Cheng Zhun saw Wei Ran and said hello first, "I've heard that you are coming to join us. When did you arrive?"
Wei Ran seems to be the gentle type, with a double dimple in his smile.
"I came here as soon as I got off the plane this morning."
Cheng Zhun introduced Wei Ran to Qi Dong and Zhao Jiateng, and the friendship between them was quickly established.
Qi Dong: "How did you find me here?"
Wei Ran: "I went to the office to ask."
Zhao Jiateng smiled clearly: "Hey, did you hear anything?"
Wei Ran pretended to be stupid and said no.
The other three people looked regretful: "Now our sports institute is competing for the teaching and research director of the swimming team. It's really a mess. Coach Lei will take you to the Asian Games. As long as you win one and a half gold medals, you will be the winner immediately. This
I don’t know how much gossip goes on behind the scenes.”
Qi Dong, as the new second senior brother, patted Wei Ran on the shoulder.
"You have to work hard, brother, don't embarrass the coach."
Wei Ran smiled shyly.
Behind him, Lei Penshen yelled at him, "Who are you asking to work hard?! The one who needs to work hard the most is you! Qi Dong, give me a time to swim two thousand meters first!"
Qi Dong fell backwards, fell freely, and splashed into the water with a pop, splashing everyone. Cheng Zhun and Zhao Jiateng jumped in to take revenge.
It was noisy again.
When Xun Lang and Wei Ran, old friends, met each other, they bumped their elbows and said nothing.
Coach Lei led the two of them around the pool and briefly introduced the training plan. Finally, he faced the two of them in front of the huge blackboard.
"In China, you two are not the only ones who are the best in butterfly swimming; in Asia, there are even more. The Japanese team has always been a traditional strong team in this event, so you should have a calm mind. It is good to have results.
"If you can't get it, just try your best. Don't let others influence your original intention of choosing this career."
If it were any other disciple, Lei Penshen would never say "just do your best", but Xun Lang and Wei Ran are different. Not only do they try their best themselves, they simply try their best every time, without the need for others to say anything.
Finally, Lei Pen looked at Wei Ran meaningfully.
"Wei Ran, do you understand what I mean?"
Wei Ran had been holding in his dissatisfaction for a long time, and he really didn't want to keep pretending in front of his most respected teacher.
He said sternly: "But, those people in the office..."
"Nobody, it's not important." Lei Pen's eyes were heavy on the two disciples, "Remember, you are the ones who want to leave your name in the world of swimming."
"Neither me nor those people in the office matter."
…
Because the formal training camp will not begin until Tianjin City, so for today's training, Lei Penshen did not arrange anything for Xun Lang and Wei Ran. They just swam for an hour in the four major swimming styles of back, frog and butterfly.
Lei Penshen's attention was still focused on Cheng Zhun and the other three.
"While I'm away, Coach Zhang will take care of you. You guys can take care of yourself. When I come back, if your test results are not satisfactory, you don't need to stay in our team anymore. Get out of here as soon as possible. Do you hear me?"
"knew!"
The joy of having fun goes straight to the ceiling, and you can't even hide it.
Entering the locker room, Cheng Zhun and the others have been discussing which Internet cafe they will go to to play games at when Coach Lei goes to Jin City, or stay up all night.
After Xun Lang finished rinsing, he sat on a bench with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. The sunlight slanted down from the skylight, covering the man with a broad back and narrow waist, and his knotted muscles were coated with a golden sheen.
Xun Lang lowered his head and was stunned for a long time.
He is leaving tomorrow. Tang Yili lost her temper last time because she left without saying goodbye. If this time, he still doesn't say a word and just leaves, what will happen to her?
Will you still look for him at all costs?
I'm afraid not anymore.
Tang Yili hasn't contacted him for a long time. If he hadn't met in the police station last time, he might not have realized how deeply Tang Yili had avoided him.
Xun Lang smiled mockingly to himself. Before the Chinese New Year, he didn't want to see Tang Yili. He lied about going back to Nanshi for the festival and deliberately avoided seeing her. Today he can really avoid it openly.