The Rio Grande is a great river that winds for thousands of miles with hundreds of turbulent and dangerous sections, on which neither man is allowed to build bridges nor dams, and where it may seem milder, but it is also full of undercurrents and whirlpools, who would have thought that it would stretch out such a delicate arm when it is about to return to the sea—a group of weary monks came here hundreds of years ago according to God's guidance, and they settled here, Over the next fifty years, with the help of donations and the spontaneous work of the inhabitants, a monastery with three main buildings was gradually built, which was destroyed by the war, and the monks left to establish new residences and beliefs elsewhere; But the inhabitants did not forget it, and one morning they came back and rebuilt it with their hands and white rocks, but a monastery without monks was like a body without a mind and a heart, "What shall we do with this?" "People don't want to let their hard work go to waste, and in the end they decide that this will be a school. If you look at the search ,.. This is the best use in the world for those simple hearts, nothing but churches and monasteries.

In the early days, students and teachers drew drinking and domestic water from this tributary that traversed the entire land, and they also set up small mills by the river, which not only grinded bread for the school's teachers and students, but also served the surrounding residents for a small rent. A large part of the school's maintenance and renovation costs, as well as student scholarships, used to come from this. Today, this tolerant and peaceful tributary has a new purpose – the Grande Varsity swim team is training here, a unique new attempt to create resistance from the ever-changing water of the river, which is completely different from a pool with static or regular artificial waves.

The school cleared the approximately 300-foot-long river, removing reefs from the river, removing plants from the water and at the water's edge, and erecting wooden starting platforms.

The suggestion was made by the swim team's coach Marcia, and it was very popular with the children.

Grand Boarding School has two indoor heated swimming pools, built to international competition pool standards, with a length of 164 feet. The short pool is half the former, and the starting platform, buoy lane divider, backstroke handshake, black glazed tile lane marker and shock plate timer are all fully equipped.

However, it is undeniable that the dry air cleaned by the machine and the filter is not as good as the moist air with the fragrance of flowers and plants; Cold tiles can't compare to slick pebbles; The light emitted by the three-base "color" energy-saving fluorescent lamp is definitely not comparable to the bright skylight; Even though it is disinfected and purified daily by strong chlorine, ozone and ultraviolet rays, the water heated by a heat pump cannot be compared to the clear river water that flows forever and is heated by the sun.

Sasha and his new companions jumped into the warm water, and a school of small silver-colored trout swam out from under the wooden platform and swam side by side with them, the water so clean that people and fish seemed to float in the air. Shadows fluttered lightly below them and beneath them, and where the shadows did not reach, the sunlight through the river dissolved into a flowing network of gold on the brown pebble bottom.

Sasha didn't compete with anyone else, first swimming a short full course (two round trips in the long pool) as a warm-up, and then swimming two middle courses (four round trips) before he stopped at the signal of his coach and the boy with pale blond hair poked out of the water. Fingers grasped the platform, which was also made of whole logs, and the water droplets hung from his eyelashes.

As the name suggests, their coach Marcia is as strong and stern as a goddess of war. She was a former professional athlete who specialised in butterfly and freestyle after leaving the club to join the club. Marcia still trains for two hours a day, so her body is still as strong and round as it was at its peak—she has a pair of shoulders that are broader and thicker than the average man's "sex". Her breasts were flat, her hips were almost as wide as her waist, unusually strong, her brown hair was cut short, and her face was hardly good or bad—her thick eyebrows pressed against a pair of sharp amber eyes, her cheekbones were high, her mandibles were wide and flat, her nose was high and hooked like a bird's beak, and her lips were not plump and crooked. The teeth are white and straight.

The noise in the swimming pool is very loud, and the ears filled with water will become unprecedentedly dull, and you have to be loud if you want others to hear what you say, especially the coach, so she has developed the "hair" disease of liking to shout, and her voice is as loud and rich as a tenor, deafening, and she tries not to speak on weekdays, so as not to scare people from time to time. Sometimes Sasha can't help but compare her to another memorable governess—if Kemira had the look and voice of Marcia. She didn't have to go to great lengths to change her genes - it was hard for Marcia to believe that she was a woman, both from the front and from the back, even though she was often wearing only a black, tight one-piece bathing suit.

Marcia crouched down. The pose resembles what a weightlifter does before a squat, with a whale-like back bent. The muscles of her thighs and calves bulged, her instep was wide, her toes were large, she clung to the wood, her heels were dangling, and her hands were loosely crossed over her thighs, a movement that would be a little difficult for ordinary people, but she did it effortlessly and was able to maintain it for a long time.

"Hey, hey," she tried to keep her voice down, but Sasha still sounded like the rumbling of "approaching" thunder on the other side of the sea at midsummer dusk, "what do you think, do you still have the strength?" She said quickly, "If you can, how about a short butterfly swim?" ”

Sasha yawned lazily, pushing his shoulders back like a cat, of course, no cat was as good and fond of water as he was, little Hopkins loved water, whether in the sea, in the lake, in the river or even in the pool, aiming at a target and swimming forward, waving his arms or slapping the soles of his feet, raising his head from the water, the water flowing over his cheeks, the air flowing through his tongue, either way, it could lift his spirit with the exhaustion of his body - he curled the corners of his mouth, "dew" A flattering smile: "Okay." ”

"Then you'll have to do your best," Miss Marcia narrowed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes immediately became denser, "Let me see how fast you are." ”

Sasha understood what she meant when she returned to the starting platform, where there were only two people, Hopkins and another boy, Boa.

Boa was a regular member of the swim team two years ago, and is the "highlight" of the school, winning several awards for the school, and he is as good at butterfly and freestyle as Miss Marcia.

Sasha and Boa stood one step apart from each other, and Miss Marcia gave the order. The boy's body was stretched into a gracefully shaped bow in the sunlight, and two large fish that were fascinating and chaotic rushed into the water at the same time, and Marcia was waiting for them on the platform opposite the starting platform, her legs apart and her arms propped up on her knees, engrossed in searching for every little detail that made her stretch or furrow.

Boa is the same age as Sasha, but he is faster than Sasha, although not much, he touches the wall first, turns, and Sasha follows.

In the second half of the race, Sasha almost caught up with Bao'er, and when he was about to reach the end, Bao'er's body suddenly leaned to the left, and his arm hit Sasha's ribs, Sasha dodged, not letting this force fully affect himself, but he sank down, and Bao'er's shadow swept across the pebble beach in front of him, and Sasha controlled his body and surfaced.

Boa's advantage became apparent, coach Marcia folded her arms, and she waited until both of them reached the finish line before speaking, first Boa, "Boa, dear," her flat tone indicated that it was just the beginning of a sentence, or a mantra rather than a sincere one: "It's a pity, you made a mistake, a big mistake, a very big mistake, and you will lose a point for it," she said, "Apologize, besides, there is no next time." Boa didn't speak, and Marcia's lips tightened like a wire: "Tell me, there is no next time." Otherwise, leave. ”

At first, Bao'er was still casually looking at a clump of duck plantar grass blooming with purple and blue butterfly-like flowers not far away, and after hearing this, he finally reacted, "There will be no next time, I promise." He replied in an almost sweet voice, his gaze shifting to Sasha, cold and dangerous: "I'm sorry, Sasha. ”

"I'm sorry," Miss Marcia said to Sasha, "your training is over today, take my word to heart, go to the infirmary first, find Douglas, and ask him to give you a check-up." You've done well today, I'll make a point of note on the record," she seemed to sense that her tone of voice was too tough for a child who had just been hurt, so she slowed down further and lowered her voice, which made her voice sound particularly strange: "You're gifted, Hopkins," she reached out and "touched" her sandy wet hair, "You have a bright future." ”

Boa kept looking at them, and when he heard this, he laughed sharply, and Marcia threw him a stern look, and he was unmoved.

"Your training for today is over." Miss Marcia said coldly to Boa, and Sasha noticed that Boa's face turned white all of a sudden.

The two boys had to finish their training early, they hastily dried their bodies and put on their loose coats, and now most of the students were in class, and they didn't meet anyone. They could have gone their separate ways by the river, but in fact they didn't do so until they got to the library, and Sasha thought Boa would say something to her, but he didn't say a word. But before she walked away, Boa stood and watched Sasha for a while.

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