I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 26 Technique? I only need one force to break ten techniques!

"Brother Ming, don't care what they say. You looked so handsome when you were catching up just now!" Pan Zhanle was the first to run up and comfort Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Coach Wang Mu of the swimming team came up and asked his own question: "Actually, you have never received formal swimming training, right?"

Listening to the coach's words, Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Well, this kind of professionalism is my first time today!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the swimming team members present were stunned.

What do you mean?
Does that mean you've never had any swimming training before, and were just swimming for fun?

How can you swim like this just for fun?
At first, these team members thought that Wang Xiaoming was a trump card secretly cultivated by the country.

After all, two days after Wang Xiaoming joined the swimming team, the team members did not see Wang Xiaoming come for training or to adapt in advance.

"How did the coach figure it out?" Wang Xiaoming was very surprised. How could it be figured out so easily?
Is it true that my skills are really that bad?
Wang Mu smiled and said, "Your reaction was too slow when you jumped, and you didn't even kick the water the first time you entered the water."

"Everything is just based on your physical fitness!"

Like his own players, Coach Wang Mu initially thought that Wang Xiaoming had at least participated in some professional competitions of varying sizes before.

But judging from today's game, this kid.

He's just an amateur swimming enthusiast.

I don't know any of the little tricks or things I should pay attention to.

It can be said that Wang Xiaoming achieved this result entirely by relying on his physical fitness.

But on the other hand, Wang Xiaoming is really awesome!

If one can swim like this just relying on his physical fitness, then he must have undergone systematic training.

Doesn't that mean there will be a Chinese Phelps?

Thinking of this, Wang Mu immediately expressed his thoughts.

"Xiao Ming, you should withdraw from the competition this time. Join our swimming team when you return!"

"As long as you undergo systematic training in four years, you will definitely become the Phelps of China in the next Olympics!"

"No, you might have better results than Phelps!"

For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene became eerily quiet.

Several players looked at their coach in disbelief.

When had they ever heard their own coach praise a player like this?

And
"Gosh, coach, this is too much. Isn't it a bit exaggerated to surpass Phelps?"

In Pan Zhanle's heart, Phelps is his idol.

Although Wang Xiaoming was right in front of him, he couldn't say who could surpass Phelps in swimming.

Just like Bolt will always be the god of track and field.

However, in response to Pan Zhanle’s questioning, Coach Wang Mu did not answer, but just looked at Wang Xiaoming quietly.

Looking forward to his answer.

It’s a pity that the result will definitely not be what he wants.

"No, coach. I appreciate your kindness, but I can't wait for the next Olympics. I'll take the rest of the gold medals this time!"

Listening to Wang Xiaoming's stubborn words, Wang Mu couldn't help but sigh and shook his head: "Since you don't want to, then at least let me tell you some tips?"

"Like when you take off"

Although Wang Xiaoming was unwilling, Wang Mu felt that as long as he mobilized him more, he would be able to persuade him.

It's good for him to suffer some setbacks in this Olympics.

However, I still need to tell him some of the little tricks that need to be told.

Maybe, just because of this little trick, you can get a medal?
I can't expect a gold medal, but at least a bronze medal is possible, right?

Unexpectedly, before Wang Mu could finish his words, Wang Xiaoming waved his hand.

"No need for a coach, I don't need these skills! I just need to be fast enough!"

It's not that Wang Xiaoming doesn't like these little tricks, but he has become accustomed to them as a killer.

The most important thing is speed, accuracy and ruthlessness!

What he believed was that one force could break ten methods, and that the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is speed!

So, don’t worry about any swimming tips, as long as you swim fast enough.

Wouldn’t they be unable to catch up?

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's indifferent attitude, even Coach Wang Mu, who had a good temper, couldn't help but sigh.

"Whatever you want!" Anyway, you have a powerful background and I, a small coach, can't afford to offend you.

Is it okay if I just don't care?

Anyway, if the swimming team doesn’t get good results, I will have an excuse.

Wasn’t it you, the leader, who pushed these people in?

And two at once?

Seeing that their coach was a little angry, several players didn't dare to say anything.

Pan Zhanle quietly approached Wang Xiaoming and said, "Brother Ming, why don't you try these little tricks? They are really useful!"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and refused: "I know you are doing this for my own good, but I have my own considerations!"

"You can use these little tricks, which is a positive effect. After all, they have formed muscle memory!"

"But for me, these are actions that require me to increase my thinking time and preparation time!"

"If you deliberately use these little tricks before the game, you might end up losing more than you gain, and end up holding me back!"

After Wang Xiaoming's explanation, several people suddenly came to their senses.

Damn, that makes a lot of sense!
We were speechless
"Then Brother Ming, the next one is 800 meters. Do you have confidence?" Seeing that Wang Xiaoming was determined to do so, everyone stopped trying to persuade him.

Anyway, the next race is the 800m, which is a little tricky swimming like the 50m, but not big!

"Don't worry!" Wang Xiaoming patted Pan Zhanle on the shoulder, "I will only lose one gold medal!"

Pan Zhanle was stunned: "Good, very handsome."

Next up was the 800m freestyle event.

Contestants from various countries have begun to enter the venue one after another.

Over here, Wang Xiaoming's good brother, the fat boy Zhang Wei, was having a crazy confrontation with foreign audiences in the audience.

Because I logged into a foreign social software.

So, Zhang Wei used his father's mobile phone to translate while copying the content and scolding foreign netizens.

But as he was cursing, he realized that there were too many people on the other side and he was no longer able to fight back.

When I am exhausted both physically and mentally, and filled with anger.

Finally, Wang Xiaoming was seen on the contestant track.

In an instant, Zhang Wei's grievances surged into his heart: "Brother Ming, you must win the gold medal, I believe in you!"

Since I can’t scold you little bastards, let Brother Ming slap you in the face!

Faced with Zhang Wei's expectations, Wang Xiaoming just smiled faintly and then walked towards the competition stage.

I don’t know why, Zhang Wei was full of grievance and anger.

After seeing Wang Xiaoming's smile, everything disappeared.

It seems to be convincing by some magic.

At this moment, new messages from foreign netizens came on the mobile phone.

"Hahaha, your China's Wang Xiaoming really dares to participate in the 800m? He already lost once, and he wants to lose again? (Automatic translation)"

This time, facing the opponent, Zhang Wei just sent a few words calmly, turned off his phone and watched the game seriously.

【your, mother, boom! 】

(End of this chapter)