"Don't be afraid, I've already brought the saltwater crocodile back."

Yue Chenzhou looked around and found no trace of crocodiles, then he climbed ashore by himself.

When he came up, he found that his coach and teammates were looking at him with horror.

Yue Chenzhou suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong? Am I swimming too slowly?"

It's not that he is being Versailles, but the less than a minute just now felt to him to be longer than an hour.

It was really slow, especially the moment when the crocodile kissed my butt.

Coach Tao showed him the numbers on the stopwatch, and he was numb with shock. "Just now... broke the record."

Yue Chenzhou opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is this true?"

Coach Tao: "Why would I lie to you? And it's far beyond the world record..."

The world record for men's butterfly stroke is 49.45 seconds.

"You just ran 45.79 seconds."

Coach Tao took a long time to find his voice: "The champion of the 100 butterfly at the last World Championships beat the runner-up by 0.04 seconds, just the width of a fingernail!"

Coach Tao grabbed Yue Chenzhou's wrist and pressed the timing stick into his palm, "But you ran a straight 45.79 seconds!"

"That's 3.66 seconds faster than the men's 100 butterfly world record, enough for four strokes for other swimmers!"

Everyone looked at Yue Chenzhou excitedly, as if the spiritual root test in the world of immortal cultivation had revealed a genius with water spiritual roots, which was the hope of the entire sect!

You know, Dragon Country men have never won a gold medal in butterfly stroke!

Upon hearing this, Yue Chenzhou looked down at his arms which were still dripping with water, feeling as if he was still dreaming.

"This...is this my true level?"

His teammates patted him on the shoulders and said, "This couldn't be more true!"

Yue Chenzhou finally came to his senses, tears in his eyes, and bowed deeply to Xia Zhining: "Principal Xia, thank you for your hard work!"

Xia Zhining puffed out her cheeks: "Weren't you scared to death of me just now?"

Yue Chenzhou smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't recovered from my shock just now. Please be magnanimous and don't argue with me."

Xia Zhining crossed her arms and said, "When you win the prize, you must treat the hungry tyrants in our garden to a feast of delicious food!"

Yue Chenzhou readily agreed: "Of course!"

Coach Tao shook his head helplessly. "What a shame! Only records broken during official competitions can be recognized by FINA as world records."

Yue Chenzhou's eyes were blazing, and a confident smile appeared on his lips: "But at least now, I have found my ceiling."

He clenched his fists, water droplets sliding down his muscles. "This feeling...gives me confidence."

What sports competition requires is this kind of "energy", always believing in your potential.

The breeder who came with Xia Zhining was carrying two buckets of big fish to the lounge.

Xia Zhining invited the team members to meet the head coach of the animal swimming coaching team.

"Let me introduce this to you all. This is the Pure Hungry God of War from our Senyu Zoo."

Xia Zhining introduced through the fiberglass: "Its name is Hungry Tyrant, and it gets hungry very quickly."

"I like to chew something when I have nothing to do."

Everyone swallowed their saliva.

At this time, the breeder used pliers to pick up a sea bass that was nearly 1.5 meters long.

The fish's head is wider than a person's shoulder, but it looks like a tiny appetizer in front of the 4-meter-long saltwater crocodile.

Xia Zhining found that she could not hear the fish talking, and felt a little confused.

When she encountered some mice and the hens raised by her aunt before, she couldn't hear their sounds either.

It seemed that she could only understand the language of particularly intelligent animals or animals that were larger in size.

Could it be that animals also have intelligence?