The last time Chen Chong came to the swimming pool was in the early morning. Not to mention the swimming pool, even if there were no people on the entire campus.

Standing outside the swimming pool, even before entering, you can see the situation inside through the huge glass curtain wall. At least twenty swimmers are training, some sit on the shore with some stretching exercises before going into the water, some dance in the pool, and one or two are discussing with their respective assistants on the diving platform.

In addition, there were many figures in the audience. Young people who looked like middle school students felt the tense and orderly atmosphere accompanied by their parents. There were more than a dozen trainees who shuttled around the pool with whistles or towels, and there were also students similar to the campus news department doing some simple camera work.

In short, the swimming pool at this time gave Chen Chong a complete feeling of pre-match training, and the splashing water dispelled the scorching sun.

To be shameless, he wanted to jump into swimming and soak it. The water temperature must be very cool.

Of course, Chen Chong's main purpose today is to find the coach and the sparring coach mentioned in the information, and to get more useful information from them.

This is not an easy thing. After all, many years have passed since the death of Rosie. Maybe the coach has graduated, and maybe the coach has retired.

It is difficult to enter the swimming pool gate. There are guards and inspection systems. All people entering need to check in before they can be released. This shows how much attention the school attaches to the swimming pool.

Chen Chong even suspected that a large part of this factor came from Rosie, after all, her "accidental" drowning must have had a great impact on the school at that time.

"It's hard to deal with this, so you won't be waiting outside."

He looked up at the scorching sun above his head and thought to himself that his skin was not much whiter, otherwise his skin would have been tanned in just a while.

"I'm dead first, I'm late, I'm probably going to be scolded again."

Just when he was in trouble, Chen Chong suddenly heard someone trotting and trotting behind him. He turned around and saw that he was a slightly obese male student.

The other party had a door card hanging on his chest, and his direction was facing the swimming pool, so he should be preparing to enter. But this is not the point. The point is that such a body shape is obviously not a swimmer because the resistance is too great! He is more like a choreographer, oh no, more like a sparring player!

Although outside, the swimming level of the sparring training is generally higher than that of the students, here is a sports university. The students are all athletes and do not need sparring guidance at all. Most sparring training jobs are just to prevent accidents or help run errands.

"Hey, classmate, wait a moment." Chen Chong had an idea and hurriedly chased after him.

"Is there anything?" The fat man ran and blushed, dressed well, and his tone was a little impatient.

"Are you a sparring training?" Chen Chong confirmed again.

"Yes, what do you think you can say? I'm really in a hurry. If I don't go in, I'll be scolded to death." The fat man stuck his knees with both hands, not knowing whether it was because of his fatigue or because his weight was too high that affected his knees.

"How much does it cost for you to train together for a day?" Chen Chong put his hand into his pocket.

"Two hours and thirty yuan." The little fat man frowned like his whole face was rubbing together, making people laugh.

"So cheap?"

"This is part-time job, just to sacrifice a afternoon break. There are many people in the school who are willing to do it." The fat man seemed to want to leave directly, but seeing that Chen Chong's face was not like the kind of student who was honest in class, he felt a little cowardly.

"What if there is something wrong with the training that day?"

"What?" The fat man frowned even more. He didn't know the intention of the other party's question. "If you really can't go, you can find someone else to replace him. It's very simple."

Hearing this, Chen Chong smiled at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and patted the fat man on the shoulder, and pulled his other hand out of his pocket, forcibly holding it with him in the latter's frightened eyes.

"What are you doing?" The fat man was about to resist, but there seemed to be something in his palm. He looked at him with his eyes slanted and saw a corner of a slightly wrinkled hundred-dollar bill.

"You should need to find someone to replace you today, right?" Chen Chong raised his eyebrows.

"Oh...oh!" The little fat man immediately reacted, and the sound from his mouth changed from the original to the third tone, and his facial features were stretched out, and he held Chen Chong's right hand with both hands attentively, "Oh brother, I had a bad stomach at noon, and I could hardly hold it in my mouth."

His attitude changed 18o degrees in an instant, and he was even worried that others would get tricked and deliberately raise his voice, fearing that everyone would not know that they were not feeling well.

Chen Chong twitched the corner of his mouth. Is this guy's acting skills too exaggerated? No matter how contempt he despised, he could only work hard to cooperate and amplify his voice, "Damn it, be careful to get internal injuries and hemorrhoids, let's do this, I'll give you the substitute today."

Internal injury and hemorrhoids?

The little fat man's face was suffocated, and he always felt that the other party was cursing himself! But now that things have come to this, just curse it. It makes no sense to be able to get along with the white money, "thank you brothers, then."

After saying that, he poked his buttocks and took off the door card around his neck, and whispered: "Zhang Weiwei."

Chen Chong understood that the name he said should be the partner of the training.

"Brother, although you know what you want to go in, don't sell me. Let's cooperate with integrity."

While the little fat man handed the door card to Chen Chong, he kept raising his eyebrows and hinting. During the days of training, he had seen too many students sneaking into the swimming pool for various reasons, and his purpose was nothing more than two. He was either trying to meet the senior sisters in the swimming pool, or he was bored, just wanting to see the suffocation temptation of long legs on the screen!

"Is this kind of person I am? I'm ready to watch and run so far to torture myself?" Chen Chong muttered in his heart, thinking that there are probably few people in this world who can match the appearance and figure of the Ice Corpse?

Of course, even if he is angry, he will not show it, and he will respond with a look of "Brother, you understand me."

"Hehehe." The little fat man winked and laughed, "Brother, which of your geniuses?"

Chen Chong was speechless.

"Ahem, understand, keep it confidential, I understand." The little fat man reacted, and continued to laugh while making a 'ok' gesture, "My name is Hao Shuai. I can find me anytime if I need it in the future."

"So handsome..."

Chen Chong's mind was a little confused. He didn't know how this guy's manufacturer would use such a name, which completely had the opposite effect. "Okay, then I'll go in."

"By the way, that Zhang Weiwei is a bit difficult to deal with. You may have to suffer some grievances." The fat man hid his words and ran away happily without waiting for Chen Chong to ask more questions.

“Difficult to deal with?”

Chen Chong muttered, then he held the door stuck in the guard's contemptuous gaze, and checked in with a "bi" and entered the swimming pool.

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!