You're my wife, don't doubt it!

In the past, swimming was one of the few sports that allowed her to feel that "freedom" still existed.

Only when she is in the water, enveloped and lifted by an endless expanse of gentleness, can she temporarily forget the invisible burden that has weighed on her shoulders since birth.

Compared to public swimming pools in Shanghai, the girl actually prefers the underground pool at her own fitness club.

Fortunately, it's a weekday and most students haven't had their holidays yet, so there aren't many people here.

With fewer people, there's more space to stretch out freely, and there are no noisy kids.

The girl's mood improved somewhat—perhaps on a whim, she adjusted her swimming goggles and plunged into the pool.

Underwater, the girl looked at the blue ripples on the water, her legs naturally together, her whole body relaxed, her waist twisted into a straight line, and her hands silently spread out.

"One, two, three, begin." The girl counted silently in her mind, and began to twist her shoulders with her arms, using the power from her shoulders to make her chest, waist and hips rotate upside down underwater.

She stood upright and began to rise naturally as she spun, her feet breaking the surface first.

With the help of buoyancy, her white upper body, from toes to hips, formed a perfect ninety-degree angle with the water surface. Combined with the tiny water droplets floating in the air under the sunlight, she resembled a beautiful siren from ancient Greek mythology, tempting sailors.

I haven't practiced synchronized swimming for a long time, and my muscle memory has become rusty and forgotten.

The girl popped her head out of the water and shook it vigorously.

She recalled her time in the girls' synchronized swimming team during junior high school.

Even now, when I think back on that time, it still brings me immense joy.

I wonder how they are doing now?

The girl made up her mind that she would call the captain and the others after she got dressed.

Perhaps we could even meet up for afternoon tea?

Just then, the girl heard a clear whistle.

She raised her dazed eyes and looked in the direction from which the voice came. There she saw a handsome man with bronze skin squatting by the pool, waving at her.

Chapter 87 Neon Genesis Evangelion

2023-01-20

Just then, the girl heard a clear whistle.

She raised her dazed eyes and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A handsome man with bronze skin was seen squatting by the pool, waving at him.

"Is someone calling me?" The girl turned around and looked around, but didn't see anyone.

Could it be Yu Luying's uncle? It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Or are they the lifeguards here?

This person was... well, taller than Xiao Yao, and was wearing a pair of dark swimming goggles.

He had a six-pack and wore professional swim trunks with four corners. He had a fit physique, but his face... was hard to see.

The girl slowly swam to the shore: "Father Yu... Father Yu?"

"What?" The handsome guy took off his swimming goggles, revealing a face that bore a striking resemblance to Aaron Kwok.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've mistaken you for someone else." The girl exclaimed in surprise.

"You practice synchronized swimming?" Aaron Kwok asked her.

"I've practiced before." The girl placed her hands on the edge of the pool, leaped lightly, and sat down on the edge of the pool, smoothing her long hair.

“You look familiar,” the boy introduced himself. “I’m from the Fuxing Middle School swimming team, maybe we…”

"You probably recognize all the pretty girls you see."

The two chatted casually, mainly about the school's swimming clubs.

Then, the boy naturally asked her for her QQ number.

The girl was slightly taken aback.

"What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?" the boy asked with a smile.

"I...I'm engaged. I just got engaged the Sunday before last," the girl blurted out.

The handsome man with the bronze skin was taken aback. Just as he was about to say something, the girl interrupted him.

"Excuse me."

With a puzzled look in the boy's eyes, the girl jumped into the water with a splash.

She sank herself to the bottom of the pool, motionless, like a quiet fish.

--split line--

Although the boy was very gentlemanly and didn't bother her again, the girl quickly finished her workout and went into the locker room.

Lost in thought, I put on my clothes.

She picked up a stocking and paused for a moment when she saw clumps of blood crust on the upper part of the stocking.

Ah, right, this is the heel area; the new leather shoes must be too tight.

The girl then realized that her heels were chafed, and she put her feet on the bench in the changing room to examine them carefully.

While checking his wound, he sent a text message.

"Captain, it's been a long time! How have you been? Want to get together sometime?"

It was around 3 p.m. when the girl walked out of the Shanghai swimming pool, and she was thinking about her next plans.

First, we need to buy a small speaker, but for such electronic products for the home, it seems more appropriate for Shen Tianyun to buy the future version.

Secondly, she wanted to go to a hair salon so she could at least get her hair washed.

In the end, the girl decided to go pick up Xiao Yao from school to avoid being late.

Yes, the decision to pick him up from school was made at noon, otherwise there would be no need to wear this awkward new outfit out. It was simply to give my "loving comrade" a surprise.

Since Xiao Yao has this wish, giving him a surprise occasionally and fulfilling his expectations is in line with my own behavior pattern.

That little bastard Zhang Zhengkai might not necessarily go to Xiao Yao's school gate to wait for her, but if he does...

It's safer to do some cover-up.

The girl bought a baseball cap, a pair of goggles, and a face mask, and took a taxi to the gate of St. Francis Secondary School.

Since we don't know the exact time school ends, we can only estimate the approximate time, so we should try to get out early rather than late.

When the girl arrived, there was no sign of the school letting out yet.

After circling around the middle school gate a few times, the girl decided that since she was already there, she might as well go find Yu Bo for a cup of tea.

Although she had only known Yu Bo for a short time, after experiencing all of this, the girl had come to regard him as a reliable comrade-in-arms, partner, friend, older brother, or elder.

The girl knew that this seemingly unusual clergyman was trustworthy, and she also knew that she had a good eye for people.

She pushed open the side door of the small chapel across from the school, and before she even stepped inside, the distinctive... aged wood smell wafted towards her.

During her few months as an exchange student in Spain during junior high school, she visited several local cathedrals.

Compared to those towering buildings, this church is like... an annex to an annex of a church?

The night the girl entered the mirror to save Yu Luying, she came here with Xiao Yao, Yu Bo, and the others.

In a rush and at night, the girl went straight to the priest's office on the second floor for a strategic meeting, so she didn't have a proper chance to explore the place.

But she could hardly forget that moment when the whole school experienced a power outage in Teacher Yao's sanctuary, when they were surrounded by shadows... This small chapel, not far away, was the only place of light in the entire dark world.

The girl intended to go upstairs to see if Yu Bo was there, but when she passed the entrance of the "Sanctuary," she turned and went inside.

She quietly sat down in the second-to-last row of the church.

It was nearly dusk, and the church was not very bright, so the whole room could be described as "dim".

At the end of the narrow passage, above the altar, a blindingly red light shone.

The man hanging from the cross with his head bowed proclaims the suffering of the world.

The girl was never a believer in any god, but she believed that people should have a sense of awe for the unknown.

This is especially true after experiencing all of this.

There is no towering dome here, nor is there any holy light shining obliquely onto the floor through stained glass.

There was also no faint Gregorian chanting.

In fact, the entire church might not even be much bigger than one's own living room.

However, the girl sitting in the dim light felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

There is no reason, and no explanation can be given.

She pricked up her ears, listening to the sounds outside.

The church and St. Francis Secondary School are connected by a narrow road, and the surrounding area consists of old residential areas that have not yet been demolished.

She heard tranquility, the atmosphere of everyday life, and the slow pace of life.

……