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

Chapter 107

The U.S. team already has this strength. They took the first place in the backstroke, and the second place in the butterfly and freestyle. The only thing that lagged behind was the breaststroke.

In previous competitions, they have never let this gold medal go by. They have already lost too many gold medals in this Olympics, and they must not lose this men's medley relay.

Coincidentally, the Chinese team also thought so.

Since you want to counterattack the US team, you must counterattack thoroughly. We want to grab the gold medal you want.

In the preliminaries, the Chinese team took the first place, and the American team took the second place. Therefore, the swimming lanes of the two teams are next to each other. The Chinese team is in the fourth lane, and the American team is in the fifth lane.

The third lane on the other side is Australia.

Without Horton, Ao Ling felt that this team was also very annoying, and everyone's eyes revealed malicious intentions, as if the Chinese team was their biggest enemy.

In fact, Ao Ling didn't take them seriously at all, let alone regard them as competitors.

At this time, Fu Xingtu called him from the side: "Baby."

Qi Yi: "..."

Liang Fan: "..."

The public, can you always restrain yourself, is it because you bully people who don't understand Chinese?

But when Ao Ling heard Fu Xingtu call out those two words, he knew that the other party must be calling him, so he immediately turned his head.

At this time, the broadcast had finished introducing the participating teams in each lane, and the four of them put each other's shoulders on each other and formed a circle.

Fu Xingtu said: "The last game, draw a successful conclusion."

Ao Ling nodded: "Our goal is to kill the American team on the gold medal list!"

Liang Fan bit his lip without saying a word, Qi Yi glanced at him, and said awkwardly, "Do your best, don't get nervous."

Liang Fan gave a low "hmm".

Both Ao Ling and Fu Xingtu looked at him inexplicably.

After getting into the water, the two of them realized what Qi Yi said just now.

Liang Fan was really crazy, from the moment he set off, he rushed forward with all his strength.

Qi Yi stood on the starting platform, looking at the fool in the water.

In the individual competition, he only took No.3. He was happy on the surface, but he was a little unconvinced in his heart.

After the race, there was no chance, so I just waited for the final medley relay to avenge my revenge.

The frequency of his strokes was obviously faster than the others, and he rushed to the front alone. Even the American player who had beaten him by 0.5 seconds in the individual competition before was left behind by him at this time.

When they turned around, Qi Yi and the others were surprised to find that Liang Fan's speed was not affected at all, and he was still swimming first among the four players.

From Qi Yi's perspective, they could only see Liang Fan's head.His jaw was slightly tightened, and the back of his head was like a pillow, and he kept swimming towards the shore at an extremely fast speed.

When there were still about 15 meters away from the key point, Qi Yi bent down and was ready to set off.

The two of them have been together day and night for five years, and their relationship is extraordinary. Qi Yi knows him so well, he even knows which hand will touch the wall first, and before touching the wall, there is a small movement of stretching his shoulders vigorously.

The connection between the two can be said to be seamless. As soon as Liang Fan's hand touched the touchpad, Qi Yi's feet left the starting platform and he flew out.

In the live broadcast room, Yan Yifei was amazed at Liang Fan's performance: "I didn't expect that he beat the American player in the first backstroke today and swam first!"

Zhao Di interjected: "Actually, Liang Fan is still very capable, surpassing Zhang Yiyang in just two years."

"No, no, in fact, in terms of absolute strength, he is still a bit inferior to American players, but I have observed several of his games, and he is a player who plays on the spot. When he is good, he is amazing, and other times..."

She didn't finish her sentence, and replaced the next words with a smile, which everyone understood.

"Actually, I think this has a lot to do with Xiaoqi. His indomitable state in the water can really inspire people around him."

"Yes," Zhao Di continued, "Let's look at Qi Yi's performance now. It is a pity that he lost to the Japanese in this Olympic Games, but the Japanese team did not enter the final of the men's 4×100m medley relay. Among the eight athletes on the field, no one should be his opponent."

"Qi Yi's strength in breaststroke is really strong. We saw that Liang Fan was only 0.23 seconds ahead of the American player when the baton was handed over. However, Qi Yi has pulled the gap to 50 seconds before turning around at 0.42 meters. !"

Yan Yifei went on to say: "Earlier this year, I met him once in the United States. The young man spent half a year training abroad alone and suffered a lot. He was sick for a week and no one took care of him. He went to the hospital alone. Infusion, and he has to continue to practice physical fitness when he goes back, these are what his coach in the United States told me."

"In fact, his strength is really not inferior to the Japanese players, but the game is like this. Often at critical moments, he lacks a little bit of luck."

Zhao Di exclaimed: "Look, he has surpassed the American player by one height. Who is standing on the starting platform? It's Ao Ling. He's going to swim butterfly in the relay race today!!!"

"Yesterday he just broke the world record in the 100-meter butterfly, and this morning he broke the 50-meter freestyle record together with Fu Xingtu. He can control any swimming style. Perhaps this decision was made because Fu Xingtu mainly swims freestyle now. "

"..."

After Zhao Di said so much in one breath, he stopped here and left the rest to his partner.

But Yan Yifei froze there, staring at the arena without blinking.

It wasn't until Zhao Di lightly touched her arm that he came back to his senses: "Ao Ling's butterfly stroke is really beautiful, like a butterfly dancing in the flowers, flapping its wings lightly, it flies out in the blink of an eye So far. This is the perfect combination of power and beauty, an unparalleled visual feast."

Ao Ling's butterfly stroke is not only beautiful, but also has amazing speed.

Wayne Brown was behind him. He entered the water later than him, and his speed couldn't catch up with him.

In the stands, the United States representative team with the largest number of people, all the members were dazed, and some held their heads in their hands, unable to believe what happened before them.

It would be a shame for them to lose to the Chinese team, and now the Chinese team has opened up almost two positions in the third round, which is simply a great shame.

Ao Ling's speed at this stage, once again swam into 50 seconds, this is simply cheating, how can others compare with him?

Before the start of the Olympic Games, the entire U.S. team never imagined that they would be pulled down from the altar by a boy who was only 18 years old by himself.

It is no exaggeration to say that he simply stepped on the remains of the American team, stepping up to the altar step by step.

This feeling is so cool! ! !

When Ao Ling got to the side, he looked up and saw Fu Xingtu passing over his head.Then he subconsciously glanced at the swimming lane next to him, and the US team began to hand over the baton.

With such a huge advantage, if Fu Xingtu was attacked by the US team in the end, then he had no choice but to apologise.

After all, Fu Xingtu is also at the level where he can compete with Ao Ling for the gold medal, and it is impossible for him to be counterattacked by someone with a huge advantage in this life.

Seeing Fu Xingtu's speed in the water suddenly brought back memories of many elderly athletes in the stands, and they uncontrollably remembered the fear of being dominated by the name "Fu Xingtu" four or five years ago.

Fu Xingtu at that time was not much better than Ao Ling now.

However, he was unlucky. A sudden fulminant myocarditis shattered his dreams, and he delayed his wish for four years.

His speed is very fast, and I have to admit that Fu Xingtu was born for swimming, with a height of 195 cm, strong muscles, and textbook-style skills...

The only difference between him and Ao Ling was the sense of water, so when he saw Ao Ling swimming for the first time, he knew that this kid was an upgraded version of himself.

At the beginning, he just wanted to train someone who could replace him and make the Chinese swimming industry take off.

Unexpectedly, the little apprentice trained by himself is an angel, who encourages him, heals him, redeems him... Let him walk out of the haze of illness, have the courage to return to the game, and finally realize his dream.

Turning around, Fu Xingtu still maintained a multi-position advantage, and Ao Ling bent over and put his hands on the starting platform.

This time he was not afraid of the referee staring at him, his whole body was very relaxed, and he didn't feel any tension at all.

To be honest, he rarely had the opportunity to watch Fu Xingtu's game with such a mood.

It felt very strange, he no longer cared about the final result of the game, he just wanted to appreciate that person's posture in the water.

In his heart, Fu Xingtu is the best-looking freestyle swimmer, not one of them. His head is fixed so well that Ao Ling often proposes to put a glass of water on his head and let him swim 50 meters. Will the water spill out.

Fu Xingtu has a good figure, with wide shoulders and long arms, a standard inverted triangle figure, especially the tight waistline. When he unties the rope in front of his swimming trunks, he can clearly see the imaginative mermaid line.

Thinking of this, Ao Ling stopped his thoughts in time, and now he is admiring his boyfriend's body inch by inch while he is competing, which is inappropriate.

In the last 15 meters, Fu Xingtu still firmly maintained a huge advantage, leading the US team by 1.29 seconds, and the last German team was even 6 seconds behind him.

At this moment, Liang Fan and Qi Yi leaned over from behind, hugged Ao Ling's shoulders from left to right, and the three of them lowered their heads at the same time, watching Fu Xingtu's last moment when he came to the side.

In the stands, all the members of the Chinese team stood up, holding national flags in their hands, waiting for the moment when the game ended.

Shen Xingguo folded his arms around his chest and stood at the front with a calm face, quietly waiting for the arrival of the eighth gold medal.

The author has something to say: I am going to write some emotional lines and love daily life later.