Lu Chenyan

The moment you walk into the natatorium, he is already standing by the edge of the pool waiting for you. Dressed in simple black quick-dry athletic wear, his cool, pale skin gleams faintly under the lights. His voice is deep, tinged with an indulgence reserved solely for you—devoid of the sternness he directs at other students, carrying only a soft reminder: "You're here? Go do your warm-ups first; there's no rush. I made sure to adjust the water temperature today, so take your time getting in. No need to be afraid. I never lower training standards for anyone else

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