Since I came to Busan to compete, Fenqiao hasn't seen Gu Yan for many days. Even if I call every night, it's not as gentle as the moment of meeting.

Fenqiao stood there, rubbed his eyes, his nose felt sore, and there was a light flashing in his sockets. He opened his hands and waited for Gu Yan to approach step by step, stood in front of her, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his head deeply into his coat.

The outside of the coat was still left with the cold air carried from the night, but the inside was extremely warm.

Fenqiao's cheeks were pressed against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, and he refused to let go.

She knew that Gu Yan's itinerary had always been tight and busy, and she didn't know how much work she had finished over it before she could take time to come here and stand in front of her.

He always appears in the most unexpected but surprising way when she needs it, always like this.

Fenqiao's heart was surging, but he was trying to calm down, closed his eyes, and quietly felt this precious moment.

"Why did you wear this?" Gu Yan frowned slightly and asked softly.

Fenqiao was busy making a phone call and hurriedly put on a thin coat.

"It's too late to wear it." Fenqiao hurriedly buried his head deeper, letting Gu Yan's coat block the cold air from the outside, and then answered him in a vague way. His voice was soft and infinitely lazy, and he didn't care about his responsibilities at all.

Gu Yan's cold face has lost its effect on Fenqiao, because Fenqiao is not afraid of him at all.

He shook his head helplessly, but he couldn't do anything to Fenqiao.

There is still no air conditioner in the corridor, and the air is clearly filled with the chilly spring cold. At this moment, it seems that dreamy and soft buds are blooming quietly, and the room is filled with fragrance.

...

When Fenqiao returned to the room, she was afraid of waking up her senior sister, so she didn't turn on the lights. She quietly climbed onto her bed, lifted the quilt, and was about to lie down, but the person who was facing the bed suddenly turned over, scaring her to the point of being stiff and dared not move.

It was not until the sound of uniform breathing came from the opposite side that Fenqiao pulled the quilt again and lay flat on the big bed.

I don’t feel sleepy, but my heart is warm.

The schedule has six days left, and during these six days, Gu Yan will stay in Busan to practice and compete with her.

When Fenqiao thinks of this, he feels full of strength. So what if the project overlaps? Not to mention just 100-meter relay and 50-meter freestyle, it is OK to let her compare 400 meters now.

Fenqiao's idea would not be changed easily. Before the 50-meter freestyle preliminary round, she told Shu Min about this decision.

Shu Min's expression was a little shocked, "Are you sure? Fenqiao, his energy is limited. If he doesn't give up on both, it is very likely that both projects will be average!"

"I thought about it for a long time, coach," Fenqiao paused and raised his head. The beautiful Taohua eyes were firm and confident, "I think I can."

...

There are banners to welcome freshmen at Chongwen’s school gate. Freshmen have finished military training and have begun to walk through the school.

Fenqiao successfully became a sophomore in Chongwen. Even though she was far away in Busan and had not returned to school, many of the freshmen had come to visit the swimming pool she had trained.

Yes, Fenqiao not only won the 100-meter freestyle championship, but also successfully entered the finals of the 4×100 hybrid relay and 50-meter freestyle. Yesterday, four players from major universities worked together to finally win the bronze medal for the Chinese team. Today, it is the finals of the 50-meter freestyle.

Fenqiao has almost become the biggest star of the Chinese team going to fight this time. The organizer of this competition is South Korea, and the Korean people naturally pay more attention to the competition. Sometimes beauty is an unstoppable pass, especially in a country like South Korea where artificial faces are everywhere, natural beauty seems particularly valuable.

Photos of Fenqiao have also been circulated on major social networking sites in South Korea, and some Korean netizens even overturned the encyclopedia of Fenqiao in China to translate the encyclopedia of Fenqiao to China.

Beautiful beauty is beautiful, but it’s a pity that I have a boyfriend.

Countless netizens were heartbroken and had to sigh.

Before the 50-meter freestyle final, the students of the entire humanities experimental class where Fenqiao was located spontaneously gathered in the classroom to watch Fenqiao's last game live broadcast together.

I can't go to the scene, at least I can cheer her up in front of the screen.

There was probably some malfunction in the multimedia, and the audio was just sound. Luo Xinxin fiddled with it for a long time and asked Han Hongzhu to come up to help her, but she couldn't repair it well.

As the competition was about to begin, there were still many classmates sitting in the audience. They were so anxious that they were sweating all over. They were just unable to use the speaker, but they saw the class director Xia Zhun coming into the classroom through the back door.

"Everyone is here!" The class director was obviously shocked by the students who appeared together. Except for class meetings, students from a class in college rarely gathered like this. After thinking about Fenqiao's finals today, he understood the reason why everyone got together.

Unexpectedly, Fenqiao's personality looks cold and has a good popularity.

"Teacher!" Luo Xinxin seemed to see the savior, "The sound of the sound cannot come out!"

Xia Zhun accepted his fate and rolled up his shirt sleeves, "Come on, teacher," he stepped onto the podium in two steps, "I will watch the game with you today after repairing it."

The green speaker line was put into the last jack, and Fenqiao's competition was just officially started, and the commentary voice spread throughout every corner of the classroom.

"The third track, Chongwen University, Fenqiao."

In the camera, Fenqiao took off the soundproof headphones and marched slowly towards the jumping platform without any hurry.

She was wearing a dark blue swimsuit, with a slightly wider corner of her lips and a little smile, making her lips look redder and whiter.

The 50-meter race actually has a huge cardiovascular load on people. It tests the will of athletes the most and also requires athletes to break through the limits the most.

In a sense, the process of moving forward is the process of constantly increasing one's tolerance for pain and constantly touching the edges of the limit.

This is also the reason why Fenqiao likes 50 meters the most.

She once lived in the dust of depression as humbly, longing for breakthroughs and expecting release, but was isolated from the world by the barrier of her personality.

She likes the feeling of touching the limits and beating herself.

The blue swimming pool was rippling with rippling waves. Standing on the high jumping platform, Fenqiao suddenly found the smell of standing on the top floor of the Gemini Building at that time.

Standing on the jumping platform overlooking all living beings is like standing at the center of the world.

Gu Yan was found in the crowd in the stands. He was interviewed by reporters. While dealing with reporters' questions, he also had to pay attention to the situation on Fenqiao.

Fenqiao's lips finally showed purses, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing his teeth, smiling, and put down his swimming goggles.

"Are you wrong?" Luo Xinxin's mouth twitched, looking at Gu Yan who was talking about it in front of the live broadcast camera.

In the live broadcast screen, the tag below Gu Yan is "Mr. Gu, Chinese audience."

The female reporter who did not appear on the screen did not recognize Gu Yan, and regarded Gu Yan as an ordinary Chinese audience and asked a lot of ordinary questions.

"Did you come to Busan to watch this competition?"

"yes."

"Do you have any players that you are particularly optimistic about or supportive?"

Gu Yan blinked, "Yes."

"The contestants you support are..."

"Fenqiao."

Luo Xinxin was already holding Pandi and laughing, "I suddenly found that the cold senior brother had a cute contrast..."

The students who watched the live broadcast in the class were also laughing. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Gu Yan, who was unattainable in their hearts, was regarded as an ordinary Chinese audience.

If they were reporters, they should ask: Are you here to support your girlfriend? Do you have confidence in your girlfriend? Do you have any plans to get married?...

Everyone laughed so hard that they had not yet come back to their senses, the referee here had already started to issue orders.

Fenqiao bent down, his fingers buckled on the starting platform, tightening his heartstrings.

Getset!

Fenqiao held his breath, found the rhythm, and recited silently in his heart.

three.

two.

one.

"beep--"

With a piccolo, Fenqiao entered the water.

Visible to the naked eye, Fenqiao is definitely the fastest player among the eight tracks.

The posture of entering the water was perfect. As the white waves rolled, Fen Qiao waved his arms and was constantly accelerating.

Touch the limit and release all the energy without reservation!

She is no longer the Fenqiao she used to be. She longs for medals and recognition.

All the sweat and hard work are just for the moment when you stand at the highest point!

The cheers in the venue were deafening, but the audience was still shouting tirelessly. A short 50-meter rush can arouse people's enthusiasm the most.

Yes, the short 50 meters is also the event with the smallest score error of the contestants. Maybe in just 0.01 seconds, you miss the championship. And the short distance, the audience can no longer judge with the naked eye. Who is faster? In their opinion, the contestants are almost on the same level.

Fenqiao had no intention of paying attention to the situation of other tracks. She was only immersed in her own world, telling herself over and over again that she still needed to speed up!

To speed up!

Even if the lungs are almost bursting, even if the arms are no longer controlled and operate like mechanically.

At this moment, the body seemed to be no longer my own. Her soul broke away from the shackles, led the body, and opened up a whole new world.

She touched it! She touched the edge!

The action of stroke that has been repeated for thousands of times has become wonderful at this moment, and the world seems to slow down. Fenqiao can hear it and see the traces of water flowing past his side. The rhythm is like the pulse of a pulse, Fenqiao tries to follow that rhythm.

The next second, the wall edge of the 50-meter pool was close to the fingertips!

She has arrived!

Fenqiao!
To be continued...