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"Big, big god!"

Cheng Yiping hesitated, turned his head, a pair of hot eyes stared at him, scared, he stepped back a step or two, looked around, and then pointed to himself and asked

"You, are you talking to me?"

Zhao Pengcheng, who was slightly bloated, nodded his head, danced excitedly, raised his eyes and said

"Yes, God, I just watched you swim. The swim was really good. I watched all of you, especially your pedalling wall. It glides so far. It's amazing!"

"Hehe, where, it's not as exaggerated as you said, it's just a simple breaststroke."

This is a point that there is absolutely no pretense to beat the face. Compared with the space of consciousness, the game in this swimming pool is really just a simple breaststroke.

"Wow, it's just that simple swimming is so good, it really is a great god."

Zhao Pengcheng, who used the words of the Great God as a humble word, turned red, his hands were crossed, and he twisted a little, embarrassed.

"Well, great god, your breaststroke is so powerful and you swim so well, can you guide me? I have also learned breaststroke, but I ca n’t swim well."

Cheng Yiping froze slightly, revealing a smile in his eyes, laughing in Zhao Pengcheng's worried eyes

"Okay, no problem."

"Really? Thank you, God, thank you God."

Worried about being rejected, Zhao Pengcheng's twin pupils brightened, and he was very grateful for the surprise.

Cheng Yiping smiled. I did not expect that he was also asked to swim in the swimming pool. Before I got the Super Find App, I wanted to learn to swim and I was afraid to spend money. So I spent a summer in the swimming pool to see what was taught to children. Coach, secretly learning.

It is difficult and uncomfortable to understand the theory and practice without coaches. You will lick your face and ask for advice when you see that others swim so well.

Although they all said the same, sometimes they still had their own tips. Finally, at the end of summer, they learned breaststroke, although this breaststroke was a complete failure in the eyes of the heavenly breaststroke instructor in the space of consciousness.

Cheng Yiping didn't have any secrets. He accepted the theoretical teaching system of the Heavenly Breaststroke Instructor System in the consciousness space. Sometimes, with a few words and few actions, Zhao Pengcheng's eyes glowed, his eyes opened, his eyes opened, and he was eager to try.

The great **** is the great god. It's better than his cousin of that city swimmer. I don't know how many times.

Keeping the theoretical knowledge of the Great God in mind, Zhao Pengcheng eagerly tried it and practiced it with confidence.

The ideal is plump, the reality is backbone, although it is a lot better than the beginning, but Zhao Pengcheng always feels worse, awkward. After a while, he failed to breathe, took a sip, and walked to the **** with a look of frustration, but did not know that the **** was filled with shock at this moment.

Finally, I know what is rotten wood and what is no talent. Obviously everything is correct, but when others are swimming together, he is struggling.

"I just watched you swim. You just paddled your arms. The water should,"

Simply explain each of Zhao Pengcheng's breaststroke errors, and he only nodded.

With the guidance of the Great God, Zhao Pengcheng's breaststroke was obviously smoother this time. If the old breaststroke was an old lady walking slowly, it can now be said that it was a trot, which he felt the deepest.

Looking at Zhao Pengcheng swimming smoothly, Cheng Yiping smiled, didn't take it seriously, raised his eyes, the large circular clock on the swimming pool shows 2 o'clock, the talent exchange in the city center is about to begin, and swimming should be When it's over, climb out of the pool and prepare to leave.

Zhao Pengcheng, who swims for several meters in one breath, raised his head in surprise. This swim was too fast, but unfortunately it was not a good time to breathe. Ask the gods more and you will definitely learn breaststroke.

Looking up, I was startled, and the Great God was gone? Could it be. gone back? My heart was slightly cold, and my eyes turned around, and I found that Cheng Yiping was walking towards the men's locker room.

"Great God, Great God,"

As he walked, Cheng Yiping, who threw water drops on his body, heard the shouts and stopped, looking back. Some bloated Zhao Pengcheng hurried over and hurriedly excited.

"Big God, that's great. I just swim according to what you taught. I feel a lot better, but I still can't grasp the moment when I breathe."

"It's okay, it's okay, swimming is practice makes perfect, just practice more."

Cheng Yiping smiled and didn't care, it was really just a trivial matter. The super-hunting business was bleak. For him, finding a new job as soon as possible was the big thing.

"Big God, are you leaving now?" Zhao Pengcheng asked a little hesitantly.

Leveled up

"Well, there is something in the afternoon. Let's go first. You swim slowly."

"So, when will you come back?"

"It depends, this is really uncertain"

Zhao Pengcheng was frustrated, oh dear, he couldn't wait for the great **** to come to the swimming pool every day. As for the great practice that the great **** said, if he could practice, he would have been taught by his cousin.

Although it is just a few sentences of breaststroke, pointing out a few mistakes in breaststroke practice, but the effect is far beyond the teaching of cousin. This time staggered, God knows when the next time will be encountered, anxious scratching his ears.

Cheng Yiping is a bit strange. What happened to this chubby boy? Are you sick?

"Come, come, do 1.2.3 pedal with me, close,"

At the corner of the shallow water area of ​​the swimming pool, a coach wearing a swimming coach came to teach a few children to do leg movements. Zhao Pengcheng's eyes brightened and he blurted out.

"Big, big god, I want to ask you to be my breaststroke instructor!"

Wh, what?

Cheng Yiping and Dao, I did not expect this little fat man to pop out such a word for a long time. Be a breaststroke coach? He had never thought about it, thinking seriously.

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Pengcheng regretted it. Who is the Great God? Swimming skills are better than cousins. There is also a set of teaching. It must have been a swimming master or coach somewhere. How could he be his personal trainer? Frustrated in his heart, when he was about to open his mouth, I heard the **** with strange eyes Asked

"You, to be your swimming instructor? Teach you breaststroke?"

"Yes, yes! If the Great God, you are free"

"But, I don't have a coach ID."

"Don't be afraid. We're not afraid of being drowned in shallow water. Besides, there are lifeguards in the swimming pool."

"Well, how much do you pay for the tuition?"

Cheng Yiping thinks about it, and decisively asks what he cares about most.

"That, Bao Hui, one, one thousand?"

Zhao Pengcheng hesitated to say this number. In the face of the great god, he was not ready enough to continue to increase. His cousin athletes taught swimming in private, and the tuition fee was one or two thousand, and the famous one was more expensive.

"Yes, the deal!"

Cheng Yiping's eyes brightened, but he checked it before. The swimming instructor in this swimming pool alone has a tuition fee of five or six hundred, and an expensive seven or eight hundred.

"Since I'm your breaststroke instructor, you don't have to call my great god. My name is Cheng Yiping."

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