"It seems this person is a, swimming champion?" Lin Xi thought to himself as he swam.
About five or six seconds passed, and he paused, because he finally recalled this person really is a swimming champion.
Or rather, a butterfly stroke champion!
And the kind who wins the most championships!
"What's his name again?" he pondered hard.
Because there was a task before, with the target at a swimming competition venue, and he saw this person.
Otherwise, he hardly ever watches TV, let alone competitions like these.
For him, these things don't pose much of a challenge.
If he participated, absolutely all types, all gold medals would be swept by him.
Take running-related events, who can outrun him?
Whether long-distance or short-distance, who can run to the point of leaving not even a shadow behind?
Clearly, there's no one!
If there's none, then it's not on the same level as Lin Xi.
Of course, he wouldn't participate, otherwise, that would be like an elephant bullying an ant.
