In the swimming ring, the little rookie Meng Shuyan looked at his tall and mighty dad as he leapt into the pool. Even the waves couldn't compare to his dad.
With his big, dark eyes full of admiration, Meng Shuyan stared in awe, his heart thumping wildly. So swimming is done underwater, not on the surface. All he had been doing was flapping his little hands like a duck paddling a boat—how embarrassing.
His small face flushed red like red ink, blooming with embarrassment. Suddenly, he raised a little hand and touched his small chin.
He stared at the water, trying to lower his head down to the surface, his nose grazing the cool water, and then dipped it a little further until it submerged. A feeling of suffocation soon surged, and he quickly lifted his little face, breathing in tiny gasps.
It seemed like he couldn't breathe at all.
Swimming really wasn't easy to learn...
