"Great, great god!"

Cheng Yiping was stunned for a moment, turned his head, stared at him with a pair of hot eyes, and was frightened that he took a step or two back, looked left and right, and then pointed to himself and asked

"You, you're talking to me?"

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

"Yes, great god, I watched you swim just now, the swim was so good, I was fascinated by what I saw, especially your kicking the wall, gliding so far, so powerful!"

"Hehe, where, it's not as exaggerated as you say, it's just a simple breaststroke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This point is definitely not the meaning of pretending to be slapped in the face, compared with the consciousness space, the game in this swimming pool is really just a simple breaststroke.

"Wow, it's just a simple swim that's so good, it's really a god. ”

Zhao Pengcheng, who regarded what the great god said as a modest word, turned red, crossed his hands, twisted a little, and said embarrassedly

"Well, God, you are so good at breaststroke, you swim so well, can you guide me? I have also learned breaststroke, but I can't swim well. ”

Cheng Yiping was slightly stunned, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he smiled in Zhao Pengcheng's worried eyes

"Okay, no problem. ”

"Really, thank you, thank you. ”

Zhao Pengcheng, who was worried about being rejected, had bright eyes, and was pleasantly surprised to thank him.

Cheng Yiping smiled, he didn't expect that he was also asked to swim in the swimming pool, remember that before he got the super finding APP, he wanted to learn to swim but was afraid of spending money, so he soaked in the swimming pool in the summer to peek at the coaches who taught children breaststroke, and secretly learned.

Just understanding theory and practice without a coach to teach you is called a hard and uncomfortable, and when you see others swimming so well, you will lick your face to ask for advice.

Although they all said the same thing, sometimes they still had their own tricks, and finally at the end of summer, they learned to swim breaststroke, although this breaststroke was a complete failure in the eyes of the Celestial Empire breaststroke instructor in the consciousness space.

Cheng Yiping did not hide his secrets, and the theoretical teaching of the Celestial Empire breaststroke instructor system was used in the consciousness space, sometimes a few simple words, and Zhao Pengcheng, who listened to a few movements, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly opened, smiled, and was eager to try.

A great god is a great god, and he can understand it at one point! He is more powerful than his cousin who is a swimmer in that city, I don't know how many times.

Keeping the theoretical knowledge of the great god in mind, Zhao Pengcheng was eager to try it and practiced it with confidence.

The ideal is plump, and the reality is the backbone, although it is much better than at the beginning, but Zhao Pengcheng always feels that something is missing, awkward. After a while, he failed to breathe, choked on his saliva, and walked to the great god with a depressed face, but he didn't know that the great god was full of shock at this moment.

Finally knew what it was called rotten wood, what it meant to be untalented, and it was clear that all movements were correct, but when combined with others, it was a swimmer, but he was having a hard time.

"I just watched you swim, you just stroked with your arm, and the water should be gathered,,"

Simply said what mistakes Zhao Pengcheng made in the breaststroke posture one by one, and he only nodded when he listened.

With the guidance of the great god, this time Zhao Pengcheng's breaststroke is obviously much smoother, if the previous breaststroke was an old lady walking slowly, now it can be said to be a trot, which he feels the most.

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 showed the time at 2 o'clock, the talent exchange meeting in the city center was about to start, and the swimming should be over, climb out of the pool, and prepare to leave.

Zhao Pengcheng, who swam a few meters in one breath, raised his head in surprise, this time he swam too happily, but unfortunately he still couldn't grasp the timing of ventilation, and if he asked the gods more, he would definitely be able to learn breaststroke.

When I looked up, I was shocked, the great god was gone? My heart was slightly cold, my eyes moved around, and I found Cheng Yiping, who was walking towards the men's locker room, with a happy face, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Great God,,Great God,,"

Cheng Yiping, who was throwing water droplets on his body while walking, stopped when he heard the shouting, and looked back, and Zhao Pengcheng, who was a little bloated, hurriedly ran over, and said with excitement on his face

"Great God, it's so amazing, just now I followed what you taught me to swim, and 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, this is really just a trivial matter, the super search business is bleak, and it is a big deal for him to find a new job as soon as possible.

"Great God, are you leaving?" Zhao Pengcheng asked with some hesitation.

Cheng Yiping nodded

"Well, there's something going on in the afternoon, let's go first, and you swim slowly. ”

"So, when will you come back again?"

"It depends, I'm really not sure about this."

Zhao Pengcheng looked depressed, oh my God, he can't wait for the great god to come in the swimming pool every day, as for what the great god said to practice, if he practiced, he could learn it, and the cousin of the swimmer in his city had already taught him.

Although it is only a few short sentences of breaststroke posture, pointing out a few mistakes in breaststroke practice, but its effect is far above the cousin's teaching, this time staggered, God knows when it will meet next time, scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

Cheng Yiping is a little strange, what's wrong with this chubby boy?

"Come, come, follow me to do 1.2.3 kicking, receiving,"

In the corner of the shallow water area of the swimming pool, a coach wearing the service of a swimming coach taught several children to do leg movements, Zhao Pengcheng's eyes lit up and blurted out

"Great, great god, I want to ask you to be my breaststroke coach!"

What,, what?

Cheng Yiping was stunned, he really didn't expect this little fat man to pop up with such a sentence for a long time. Being a breaststroke coach? He never thought about it, and he thought about it seriously.

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Pengcheng regretted it, who is the great god? The swimming skills are better than those of his cousin, and he also has a set of teaching people, he must have been a famous swimmer or coach in some place for a long time, how could he be his personal trainer, he was depressed, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard the great god ask with a strange look

"You, you're going to be your swimming coach, teaching you breaststroke?"

"Yes, yes, if you have time."

"However, I don't have a coaching license. ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid that we are in shallow water, we can't drown people, and besides, there are lifeguards in the swimming pool. ”

"Okay, so how much do you pay for tuition?"

Cheng Yiping thought about it too, and decisively asked the question he was most concerned about.

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

Zhao Pengcheng said this number with some hesitation, in the face of the great god, he continued to add if he was not ready, his cousin city athlete privately helped people teach swimming, and the tuition fee was one or two thousand, and the famous one was more expensive.

"Yes, deal!"

Cheng Yiping's eyes lit up, he had checked it before, the swimming coach of this swimming pool had a cheap tuition fee of five or six hundred, and seven or eight hundred, and this little fat man bid a thousand, which was very good, and said with a smile

"Since I'm your breaststroke coach, you don't have to call me a god, my name is Cheng Yiping. ”