In the swimmer's lounge, Ding Dang untied the gauze on his father's leg and looked at it. He found that the wound was much better than expected and was not soaked open.

This is mainly because Ding Peng swam too fast this 100-meter swim. If he slows down or starts the 200-meter butterfly final, it may be another result.

"Dad, I'll fan you."

As he said that, Ding Dang took a towel and folded it, then pinched a corner with one hand, and fanned it over Ding Peng's wound, so that the water on the wound could evaporate faster.

Although it is a stupid method, it can be seen that Ding Dang is still very attentive.

Although Ding Peng was not very tired after swimming for 100 meters, he also enjoyed his daughter's service and was very happy to lie there.

At this time, Xiao Cheng came over and saw this scene and smiled: "Mr. Ding really has a caring little cotton jacket."

Ding Peng laughed.

Ding Dang's little face turned red suddenly, but he continued to fan Ding Peng.

"By the way, Deputy Commander Xiao, today's competition ended early. How about you accompany me to Kyoto First People's Hospital after the end?" Ding Peng said.

Xiao Cheng was stunned and said, "Do you want to go and see Wen Tao?"

"Yes, see how he is doing, otherwise he will never be able to let go of his heart."

"Okay, I'll take you there after the game is over."

"If you have something to do, you won't need it. Just find me a car."

Xiao Cheng smiled and said, "My business is to follow you all the way, and I will serve whatever you need."

The two of them had a conversation and Xiao Cheng went out.

After an hour and a half in the middle of the rest, when Ding Peng was resurrected again with full blood, Tian Feng happened to come in and call him.

"Mr. Ding, something happened again." Tian Feng said with a smile as soon as he came in.

That's right, this guy is still laughing when something happens.

"You can tell that this is a good thing, just look at your expression." Ding Peng said.

"Of course it's a good thing for us, but it's a bad thing for Bangzi Country."

"Oh? What's the situation?"

"You haven't read the news, right? It's said in the news that Kim Dae-sung, a male archery master in Kanzi Country, seems to be very excited and a little confused. He heard that he is going to return to China today and still needs to receive mental treatment."

"Uh~~ It's not that exaggerating, right?"

Ding Peng was really confused. He really didn't want to fight the great success into a mental illness. This was purely an accident.

"This is not an exaggeration at all. After receiving the award, the guy showed signs of mental disorder. He smiled and drooled when he saw everyone. Isn't this mental problem? What's wrong?"

“…”

Ding Peng hurriedly prayed, thinking that it was not me or me, it had nothing to do with me or me.

However, it’s good that guy has mental problems. At least there will be no threat to the Chinese men’s archery team. Even if he can be cured, it is still a matter of whether his skills can remain at the current level in the end.

"Okay, don't care about him anymore. After all, it's not our own. If you go on the court, there's the last swimming competition, which will be much easier after the end."

As he said that, Ding Peng packed up, put on his swimming cap and goggles, and followed Tian Feng into the arena.

The arena is still a familiar stadium. The audience may have changed a few times, but no matter how many audiences they change, Ding Peng's entry is still the most popular, after all, there are too many Chinese audiences.

The cheers of the tsunami are deafening.

Ding Peng waved to everyone, and after a while the reporter came over to interview.

"Mr. Ding, I will do my best this time." Nobita Sakashima walked over and said.

Ding Peng looked at this Japanese athlete and wanted to laugh, thinking that you didn't seem to have tried your best to do your best in the backstroke.

"Welcome, it's only satisfying to compete with athletes like you."

"So too, but this is two hundred meters. Are your injuries okay?"

"Thank you, you can still withstand it."

"Well, I hope I can win is a normal you, not a non-smart person."

"good."

As he said that, Ding Peng even raised his arm and kicked his legs.

Nobita Sakashima was relieved and left to make his own preparations.

Ding Peng also came to the take-off platform in front of his swim lane, took off his sportswear, then moved his body and waited for the referee's command.

Not long after, the referee's password came.

"Everyone is here!"

With a command, everyone was ready to enter the water.

Ding Peng stepped on the edge of the jumping platform with his feet, and his ten toes were pressed against the edges tightly, so that he could use his strength when he jumped for a while.

At the same time, both hands are also moving the edge of the jumping platform.

Bang!

The sound of starting gun came, and the eight athletes jumped into the water almost at the same time, swam forward far under the water, and began to show their heads and rush forward one by one.

For others, the first 100 meters may still be able to retain some physical strength and wait until the second half of the journey to make a sprint.

But for Ding Peng and Nobita Sakashima, they were doing their best as soon as they entered the water.

The two of them rushed forward in the water just as they were in the backstroke. When they had just swam out for about 40 meters, they had already left other athletes behind.

It seemed that only Ding Peng and Nobita Sakashima were competing in the entire swimming pool, and other athletes became foils.

The two of them were like two swordfish, drawing two water lines in the water and swimming forward.

To be honest, Ding Peng was tiring enough to meet Nobita Sakashima in these swimming competitions. At the beginning, he easily won the first place in every game, but since Nobita Sakashima's strength improved, he was half tired every time.

This time, he was no exception to the final of the 200-meter butterfly.

It was like a little rabbit chased by a cheetah. Ding Peng was the little rabbit. He was originally running faster than other animals and thought he was very powerful. But now a cheetah suddenly appeared. The cheetah caught up with her butt behind, and it was better than himself and faster. So if the little rabbit wants to survive, it must find a way.

Ding Peng was also thinking of a way, but it was only 200 meters away. He couldn't think of any good idea when he went back and forth. The only way was to rush forward desperately, hoping that he could enter another realm again and win the championship in one fell swoop.

But Ding Peng knew that this was not easy at all. Last time he was almost forced to no avail, and he suddenly entered a very mysterious state.

Ding Peng knew that people like Lu Jiang and Zhao Feng would not decline after entering that level, but they were different. They would decline after their strength was increased, which was a bit fucked.

So he really wanted to enter that mysterious realm again, but unfortunately he couldn't.

All he can do now is to grit his teeth and rush forward with all his life.

After fifty meters, he turned back and forth. After a while, Ding Peng felt that the wound on his leg was actually hurting a little.

This is the sequelae left by the 100-meter backstroke just now. Although the wound was not soaked open at that time, the wound was stained with water. Even if Ding Dang treated it, the water sucked into the blood scab still did not come out. It was soaked slowly and soaked the blood scab open.

Ding Peng seemed to feel that the scabbed wound had cracked again, because every time he shook his legs, there would be a piercing pain on his knee, as if he was stung by a hornet.

"Damn, this is a bit fucked." Ding Peng muttered in his heart.

He knew very well that Nobita Sakashima was different from other athletes. This guy was about the same speed as himself in his heyday. Now he would definitely fall behind him if he had any discomfort.

Sure enough, the inconvenience on his legs disrupted Ding Peng's rhythm, causing his legs to struggle a little when they swung.

It was this seemingly inconspicuous influence that slowed Ding Peng down a little.

Taking advantage of this kung fu, Nobita Sakashima rushed to Ding Peng in one breath, now at least half of Ding Peng's body.

The audience in the stands felt heartbroken as soon as they saw it.

"Damn, what's wrong with Mr. Ding?"

"No way? I went hand in hand just now, why was it surpassed by Nobita Sakashima in a blink of an eye?"

"If there is a problem, there must be a problem, otherwise Mr. Ding's speed would not slow down."

"Damn, can anyone tell me what's wrong?"

No one knows what happened to Ding Peng. When he was swimming in the water, he beat the waves very high, and he couldn't see clearly how the athlete was in the water.

"Damn it, something must have happened, Mr. Ding must have something."

"Damn it, is there something weird inside the water?"

"The weirdness of yarn is in our home court in China. How could it be weird? Besides, technicians went in to check before the game."

"Then what's wrong with Mr. Ding?"

"The wound, yes, it's a wound. Mr. Ding has an injury. Although it has scabs, the blood scab will crack after being soaked in water. Damn, this is even more painful than the first time I was injured."

Some people guessed the reason, but it was because of the guess that people's hearts became even more intense. No one knew what kind of pain Ding Peng was enduring at this time.

"It must be possible, Mr. Ding can definitely win."

"Stay alive, Mr. Ding, stay alive."

"Nobita Sakashima is already one body above Mr. Ding."

"Don't say anything!"
To be continued...