Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Xu Xiangnan was startled, half of his body froze, knowing that she was looking at him, and slowed down his words: "How could I know? You came here to ask this boring topic?"

When he went to search, he didn't find Qi Lin's younger brother. Could it be that Lin Weiwei was talking nonsense?
Xu Xiangnan looked at her deeply, with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Lin Weiwei looked at his hands that had nowhere to rest, with a faint sneer on his face, and sighed softly: "You are used to lowering your hands when you speak naturally, and you are used to holding things when you lie. You have a lot of small movements, so you tell me of."

In the afternoon many years ago, the boy with a gentle temperament held her hand, pressed it to her ear, and told his little secret.

At that time, there was no barrier between the two.

"You're lying." Lin Weiwei said firmly with his eyes indifferent and his nose sour.

"What exactly do you want to ask? I have a lot of entertainment, and I have met people of various classes, so I can't remember too much." After hearing this, Xu Xiangnan lowered his hands naturally, looked away guiltily, and felt irretrievable nostalgia time.

He looked at Lin Weiwei who was getting distant, clicked his tongue softly, and shouted sharply: "It's not because of Ji Mingyou. If it wasn't for him, these little secrets would not be the standard to test my lying."

Lin Weiwei took a deep breath, suppressed the grief and anger welling up in his chest, and asked after a pause, "Did you send Qi Lin to the dessert shop to make trouble? More than once?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Seeing the determination in her eyes, Xu Xiangnan inexplicably denied it, leaning against the wall nervously, turning his face sideways.

"Okay, I see." Lin Weiwei reluctantly bent his mouth and warned, "Don't look for trouble, the relationship has been broken long ago, if you mess around, don't blame me for not remembering the old relationship."

"I know what, you obviously don't understand anything!" Xu Xiangnan waved his hands, with anger burning in his chest, and strode out.

"I, Xu Xiangnan, don't need you to make irresponsible remarks. To put it bluntly, you still care about the little shopkeeper."

He kicked the wall angrily, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the corner.

Seeing that she was about to be discovered, Zhang Yumeng rolled her eyes, tidied her hair in a panic, walked out slowly, and looked at the two of them suspiciously: "What's the matter? Lin Weiwei, you won't make another private appointment with Xiang Nan Come on, don't do this."

"Why are you here? We just talked for a few words. She has an elm head and can't listen to persuasion." Xu Xiangnan immediately curbed his violent temper, straightened his clothes, put his arms around her, and explained softly.

Zhang Yumeng took a hard look, leaned on his shoulder obediently, and said coquettishly: "Tell me to wait in the lobby, my feet are sore, so I asked to come over."

She kept pressing close, as if swearing her sovereignty, and raised her chin triumphantly: "Lin Weiwei, it's a surprise to meet you."

Looking at this scene, Lin Weiwei gave a blank look, discarded the extra emotions, and said lightly: "It's surprising enough."

The two of them were really glued together, sticking together all the time, Lin Weiwei walked over sideways.

Zhang Yumeng smiled sweetly, and when she passed by, she looked contemptuous, and her eyes turned slightly: "Don't pour all the sewage on Xiangnan, maybe you are just being sentimental."

"It's all about lying, and eavesdropping is not bad." Lin Weiwei stopped, his eyes turned cold, and he sneered.

Seeing being exposed, Zhang Yumeng gritted her teeth in resentment, and said coquettishly, "I'm just too worried about Xiang Nan, so I just listened to a few words."

"Mengmeng is so kind to me, I understand."

Leaving the tiresome words behind him, Lin Weiwei walked into the hall, found a seat anywhere, and saw the text message he had received before: "Cousin, I'm going for an interview, please bless me."

She smiled and saw Lin Xiaofei in a bright red dress coming out of the interview room, holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand.

"How is it? In fact, this is also a trial, and you have learned a lot, right?" She stepped forward, hugged Lin Xiaofei, and comforted her gently.

The paper in Lin Xiaofei's hand was wrinkled, with tears in her eyes, she cried tearfully, "I didn't learn anything, I was scolded, and I was alone."

"It's okay, we still have a chance." Lin Weiwei had expected it a long time ago, and prepared a lot of chicken soup for the soul to soothe Lin Xiaofei's sorrow.

"I just need a chance to show my face, and a little time in front of the audience is fine."

Lin Weiwei's cell phone rang, passed the tissue over, and answered anxiously: "Hey, principal, what's the matter?"

The crying beside her could only make her guess while listening, and she turned on the hands-free helplessly: "The children's taekwondo competition is about to start, the class you lead must be ready, the competition is a live broadcast, and there must be no mistakes in front of the national audience. .”

The intermittent crying stopped abruptly. Lin Xiaofei wiped her tears, leaned over, and murmured, "National audience?"

"I understand. The children must be fully prepared, and I will pay attention." The corners of Lin Weiwei's mouth rose, obviously full of confidence in the game. This was the first time she led the team to the game, and she was excited when she thought about it.

"Okay, I believe in your ability."

Lin Weiwei hung up the phone, exhaled, and when he turned his head, he saw Lin Xiaofei staring at him pitifully, with pleading eyes in his moist eyes.

She put her hands in front of her body and asked in confusion, "Are you going to play a game?"

"I want to follow, how is my cousin?"

The corner of Lin Weiwei's mouth twitched, and he patted his forehead. He was so impressed by her obsession, and sighed, "It's a children's competition, and you are not a coach. How old do you want to be to pretend to be a kid?"

She couldn't help but feel ashamed, Xiao Fei tried her best to gain attention.

"Maybe I'm not a fart kid, I'm going to do chores for you, as long as I have a camera, I'm willing to do anything." Lin Xiaofei shook her head, tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, her eyes were shining brightly, begging for nothing forced to agree.

Lin Weiwei tugged at the hem of his clothes, and said awkwardly: "Let me ask, you also need a qualification certificate to enter the competition venue. Where can I get it for you?"

"I know you have a way, and my cousin will ask you."

It was Lin Weiwei's first time to lead a team, and he was already nervous. How could he pay attention to the person who was scrambling for the camera, pulled out the corner of his clothes, and ran away like oiling the soles of his feet: "We will discuss this matter later."

In the preliminaries of the children's taekwondo competition, the cameramen around recorded the serious faces of each child and introduced them one by one.

"This new star coach has a background. She is the player who was active in the competition before, Lin Weiwei." The host introduced impassionedly. As soon as the words fell, the cameras and eyes all attacked Lin Weiwei.

Lin Weiwei's skin was creamy, with a quiet smile on his clean face, he waved to the surroundings, and said in a voice of exclamation: "I look forward to the children's performance in the competition."

She returned to the game in another way.

Teacher Bian, the judge, nodded slightly, and Zhang Baobao jumped up happily, waving his little hands and shouting: "Auntie, you have appeared on the big screen."

"What's there to be happy about?" A haughty and disdainful voice interrupted abruptly, and the cheerful atmosphere was instantly torn apart.