"Don't! Don't go any farther!!"
"Zi!—Ang!—Bro!—"
Lin Li ran along the poolside, screaming himself hoarse.
That run beneath the setting sun that day was for Brother Zi'ang's departed swim trunks.
For safety's sake, he could not run very fast barefoot on the wet floor, but since his target was swimming, Lin Li still quickly overtook Zeng Zi'ang.
Turning his upper body toward the pool, Lin Li began waving frantically and shouting:
"Stop! Stop!"
Lin Li's voice was full of emotion, but no technique.
However.
At that moment, Lin Li recalled an absolutely brilliant twist-ending story.
Legend had it that, a long, long time ago, there was a person named Xiao Ming.
Then, Xiao Ming did not hear it.
Fuck!
Zeng Zi'ang could not hear him either!
The momentum from his dive had faded, and the air in his lungs had been exhausted, so Zeng Zi'ang could no longer continue swimming underwater.
He surfaced like a lotus emerging from the water to breathe, changing his stroke into the fastest kind—freestyle, or front crawl—as he wriggled forward.
When submerged, it was as if the world had been muted, with nearly every sound cut off.
When his head rose above the surface and the water in his ears flowed out with his movements, the world became noisy once more.
—It was all the sound of splashing water and rushing currents caused by his arms.
At that moment, Zeng Zi'ang was focused on breathing and adjusting the tiny flaws in his swimming technique from having not swum for so long. He truly had little attention to spare for outside noises.
He was enjoying himself.
Ah, this feels amazing~
Zeng Zi'ang did not know whether it was because he had not swum in too long, or whether Nan Sang Swimming Pool had some unique