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

"What?" Lin Weiwei was dazed by the unexpected situation, and hurriedly got up, "Please tell me, I'll be there right away."

"It's a small matter, the child is uncomfortable."

She covered Zhang Baobao with clothes. As a contestant, she was not good at dealing with emergencies before, so she was at a loss for a while, and said softly, "Babao, take a rest here, and I will go and see the others."

Lin Weiwei ran quickly, bumping into Zihao head-on, and asked anxiously, "How are you doing?"

"I'm uncomfortable, but I'm the first one, and I'm going to the competition." Zihao is considered physically strong, but his mental state is not as good as before. "I'm afraid it will affect my performance and disappoint the coach."

Lin Weiwei touched his head, his eyes were astringent, and his nose was sore: "Why? Do your best, and I'll be happy."

After taking all the children back, Lin Weiwei was exhausted, but gathered his energy again, and stared at the field with breathless concentration.

Zihao's performance was abnormal, and the weak player who was overwhelmed by his ability scored many times, and he was already sweating after the game.

"Coach Lin, have we worked so hard for so long, is it in vain?" Some of the children even ran to the toilet and asked choked up by the performance of the leader Zihao.

Lin Weiwei was impatient, and was stabbed severely by the sudden situation. He pretended to be calm and comforted: "No, our strength is still there, and everything will be meaningful."

With all the pressure alone, she fell into depression as she watched the principal's expectant message on her phone.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Lin Weiwei picked it up in surprise, and shouted anxiously, "Xiaofei, where are you?"

Come over and help, she is too weak to hold on all by herself.

"Cousin, I still need to go through a little more formalities for the money that was cheated. I called just now, and I rushed over. I forgot to tell you." Lin Xiaofei made up a random reason and walked into the film and television company a long time ago. Bright, secretly pleased with his own wit.

"What?" Lin Weiwei was hit in the head and rubbed his forehead. Things were entangled like loose wool and it was difficult to clean up.

Seeing that her tone was wrong, Lin Xiaofei was afraid of being persuaded to turn back, so she rolled her eyes and said, "Cousin, I have something to do so I'll hang up first, you go ahead."

The sound of the call being disconnected came from the ear, and Lin Weiwei sat on the chair with a headache.

"I can't take it anymore, let uncle bring us medicine, antidiarrheal medicine for diarrhea." Zhang Baobao clicked on the child's watch, panting like a fish lying on the shore, very weak.

"Baobao, why are you calling at this time? Has the game started?"

Ji Mingyou's voice was low, as if he was busy with business, when he heard the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Zhang Baobao put the coat under his stomach and said anxiously: "Uncle, we seem to have eaten up our stomachs, and the diarrhea is very serious, can you bring some medicine?"

"I feel that my aunt's condition is not very good, and she is under a lot of pressure." He glanced at her, shrank aside, and said in a low voice.

"I see."

The voice was cold, and the sound of footsteps came from the children's watch, as neat and unrestrained as Ji Mingyou.

"My aunt was comforting others, but she seemed very tired, and others began to guess wildly." Zhang Baobao kept talking, ate a few candies, and his face gradually turned red.

Ji Mingyou started the car, went to the drugstore to buy antidiarrheal medicine, worried that Lin Weiwei would be overwhelmed by the pressure first, and said in a deep voice: "Baobao, pass the watch over, and I will have a word with Lin Weiwei."

Zhang Baobao nodded, rushed over, ate the candy in her hand, blinked and said, "Uncle wants to talk to you in secret."

Lin Weiwei was at a loss, took it over in a daze, and sighed casually: "What's wrong?"

"You are the backbone of the children, don't mess up, I will rush, hold on."

"Of course I will."

Lin Weiwei was stunned, his voice was like spring water in Lingshan, washing away the melancholy, he couldn't help but nodded heavily, secretly cheering himself up.

"Sir, this is the contestant preparation area, you cannot enter."

Ji Mingyou, who was wearing a light blue shirt, was stopped, his bushy eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and he didn't want to waste any more time: "I'm here to find Coach Lin, please let me go."

Lin Weiwei looked around anxiously, saw his slender figure, walked over quickly, took Ji Mingyou's hand and walked in: "He is my man, he can come in."

The staff smiled and said no more.

Her people?Ji Mingyou's wrists were tightly clenched, and he inexplicably liked such a title. Seeing that the children were all sick, his eyes sank slightly.

"I brought antidiarrheal medicine, take it with warm water according to the dosage." He opened the medicine bag and distributed it to the uncomfortable children, and said softly.

The little radish heads nodded one after another, took the pills, and swallowed them sensibly, their complexions gradually improved.

"Drink hot water, maintain your strength, and don't move around." Lin Weiwei went back and forth several times to get warm water, and looked at the child who persisted, feeling relieved and distressed.

Her eyes were covered with mist, she was glad to have met them, and said softly: "You are all my little luck."

"Coach Lin is too."

The children blushed, and regardless of the clamor of the surrounding teams, there was firmness in their eyes.

After a while, they rubbed their stomachs, opened their eyes wide in surprise, and said in a childish voice, "It doesn't hurt so much, it's amazing."

Lin Weiwei was taken aback, surprised at the quick effect of the medicine, and hugged them happily, a kind of joy burst out from the bottom of his heart.

She sniffed, not forgetting the great hero, raised her head, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I'm so busy and confused, if you didn't bring the antidiarrheal medicine, I'm afraid things wouldn't get better."

"It's nothing, the bag has always been uncomfortable." Ji Mingyou saw the sweat on her face, and awkwardly brought a glass of water, and said lightly, "Drink it."

"Thank you." Lin Weiwei took it with a smile, his throat was dry, and he drank it in a big gulp.

Holding the water glass, she stared at Ji Mingyou in a daze, with a suspicious blush on her face.

It's too timely. He also looks calm and indifferent when encountering things. When will she be like this?

Ji Mingyou felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, coughed lightly, and glanced at his clothes.

Seeing that he was ignored, Zhang Baobao's obsidian-like eyes flashed anxiously: "I called my uncle here, otherwise the matter would not be resolved so quickly."

Why did no one come to praise him?
After hearing this, Lin Weiwei came back to his senses and looked away shyly. At this time, he couldn't think wildly, the competition is important: "The bag is also great!"

Zhang Baobao was still not satisfied. When he was about to ask questions, the host's impassioned voice came: "There are still 3 minutes before the game, and the contestants enter the arena."

The audience was full of voices and raised their hands one after another to cheer for the players.

The children packed up and set off, and Lin Weiwei sent them into the venue worriedly, feeling uneasy.

"This match was too strenuous." She held onto the railing with both hands, looked at the exhausted students, her brows were frowned, but it was expected, and there was deep distress in her eyes.

Ji Mingyou's eyes were deep, knowing that she blamed herself in her heart, she silently stayed by Lin Weiwei's side.

"Coach Lin, our grades are not good, and we have failed your expectations of us." The children walked over dejectedly like eggplants after frostbite, their eyes were red and their voices were hoarse.