One Net Love

Jiang Hui was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

"Big brother, can you sign for me?" Just as the two walked out of the lecture hall, a little girl in a pink ball uniform stopped Cheng Yizhou.

The little girl was about five or six years old, with two short braids, and a very cute pink outfit, looking at Cheng Yizhou with expectations and panic in her eyes.

Cheng Yizhou's expression became slightly stiff, and his eyes turned to Jiang Hui.Jiang Hui paused for a moment, then squatted down opposite the little girl: "Little sister, brother Cheng doesn't like signing autographs for others, can I sign for you?"

There were tears in the little girl's eyes, and when she looked at Cheng Yizhou's face turned aside, she suddenly felt wronged, she ignored Jiang Hui, and ran away crying.

Jiang Hui was a little helpless, thinking that the little girl worshiped Cheng Yizhou as an idol, but what can be done about it?Cheng Yizhou just doesn't like children, for children under ten years old, regardless of male or female, he always says "don't care about them".

"Yi Zhou, she's just a little girl, so it won't take too much to sign her name." Jiang Hui sighed slightly, and tried to persuade her weakly.

Cheng Yizhou ignored this topic, but said directly: "Let's go, pack up and prepare for training."

Seeing Cheng Yizhou like this, Jiang Hui didn't say anything more. He turned his head and took a look. A reporter behind him was shooting something here with a camera. Jiang Hui frowned slightly, and said, "Let's go." "

As the competition is approaching, this week's training is very relaxed, and the daily training is just to keep the body in shape.Unlike a year ago, Jiang Hui in this life is exceptionally peaceful.For the upcoming game, he naturally had already been on guard in his heart.Therefore, during this week, he prepared all the meals by himself, not only that, but also repeatedly asked Cheng Yizhou not to eat food of unknown origin, which made Cheng Yizhou baffled.

In this way, the game ushered in.

Because it is a closed trial, except for the media who are open to the public, the players who watch the game are other athletes and coaches.Cheng Yizhou's competition ended in the morning.The game was easy and there was no suspense. Cheng Yizhou didn't even show the slightest smile after winning the game.Jiang Hui knew in his heart that Cheng Yizhou was unhappy about that major mistake in that game just now.

Jiang Hui's match was in the afternoon, exactly the same as a year ago.

When he was sitting in the player tunnel, he was vaguely looking forward to everything that was about to come.

"Jiang Hui." When he raised his head again, he saw Yang Zhenjun standing in front of him.

He smiled slightly and got up: "Coach Yang."

"Don't be nervous, it doesn't matter whether you win or not." Yang Zhenjun smiled, swirling the drink in his hand.

Yang Zhenjun also said this a year ago. At that time, Jiang Hui was only thinking about the game, and he didn't think about it at all. Now it sounds like it doesn't matter to him whether he wins or not, because he will be checked out in the end. Taking doping, all results will also be cancelled.

"Thank you, Coach Yang." But he still responded with a smile, the game is about to start, and he doesn't need to affect himself for this kind of person.

"You can take this drink." Yang Zhenjun passed the drink in his hand as he said, Jiang Hui's heart suddenly throbbed. How could he be so stupid in his previous life, to be ruined by such a seemingly ordinary bottle? Ordinary drinks, but now, fate has given him a chance to do it all over again. I really don't know whether he should be thankful or sigh.

"No need, Coach Yang. I'll take it myself." Jiang Hui pointed to the drink in his bag, and refused: "Shall I pass it to Xiao Boyang for you?"

Yang Zhenjun's heart trembled, what did he mean by that?Do you know...

"Oh, no need, I'll just give it to him myself." Yang Zhenjun's eyes were a little erratic, he glanced at Jiang Hui embarrassingly, his eyes were full of reconciliation, and then left.

Jiang Hui looked at him, and suddenly heard the announcement that the contestants were entering the arena. He withdrew his thoughts, put on his bag, and entered the arena...

The person who was fighting Jiang Hui was called Kong Yunfei, and he was older than Jiang Hui.The competition experience is also very rich, and it is the suspense of this competition that makes Jiang Hui's doping matter more convincing.

The game was played very anxiously, and the score led alternately.Sitting beside Gu Haiqiong, Cheng Yizhou frowned slightly.He knew that Jiang Hui's temperament was stable, and his usual games were not tepid, and he never kept his focus by clenching his fists like him on the field. However, in this game, for some reason, he always had a feeling that Jiang Hui resisted in his heart.He's resisting the game, you don't see the slightest bit of desire in him to win.

Thinking of this, his heart sank. If Jiang Hui wins, needless to say, if he loses, with this state and attitude, Jiang Hui may not be able to get the extra quota.However, according to the regulations of the game, even the coach cannot instruct the athletes in the middle of the game, let alone him?

But fortunately, as the game progressed, Jiang Hui's physical advantage began to show, and the opponent seemed to be physically overdrawn. Jiang Hui seized the opportunity and won the game in one fell swoop.Without the excitement and excitement that he had imagined, Jiang Hui looked at his coaching team as if he had returned to a year ago.

At that time, it was also the same scene. His coaching team all stood up and applauded him, and Cheng Yizhou stood inside, smiling at him.

He was in a trance, my life is really about to start all over again.

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That night, the National Tennis Training Center held a huge press conference to inform the media of the new batch of eight players selected for the national team.

Jiang Hui sat on the rostrum, looking at the crowd of cameras and reporters below, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.Those flashing lights that seemed to have been going on since he took the stage blinded his eyes.

According to the reporter's request, each of the eight athletes made a brief introduction from the beginning to the end.Jiang Hui was a little nervous at first, and he was a little afraid of the camera since he was a child, so he didn't even say where he came from, just simply said his name, and skipped it lightly.

In addition to Jiang Hui and Cheng Yizhou, Xiao Boyang also successfully entered the national team. Jiang Hui was not surprised at all. Xiao Boyang's strength is still there, but he is a bit arrogant. Presumably the provincial team did not recommend him at that time. Came here for this reason.In addition to the seven players who each defeated their opponents, the one who got the extra qualification was Jiang Hui's opponent, Kong Yunfei.Kong Yunfei is not weak, Jiang Hui has heard of his name before, and he has always been the first brother of their provincial team.

"Next is the reporter's question session."

Jiang Hui glanced at Cheng Yizhou, and prayed silently for him in his heart, knowing that he would inevitably bombard him in a short while, and these reporters would inevitably focus on the most dazzling person.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Weixiang News. I want to ask contestant Cheng Yizhou, is the result of this competition in your expectation? What's your plan for your future career?"

Cheng Yizhou straightened the microphone in front of him, and said calmly: "I won't make wild guesses about a game that hasn't started yet, I respect my opponent. As for my career plan, I don't have any plans yet."

"Our country's men's tennis players have not made major breakthroughs in international competitions in recent years. As the last national champion, what expectations do you have for your future performance?"

Cheng Yizhou paused for a while and replied: "My strength is still not comparable to that of the top players. I will continue to improve. One championship is nothing."

"Contestant Cheng Yizhou, what do you think of your fans wanting you to enter the entertainment industry? Or do you have any such thoughts?"

Cheng Yizhou looked at the reporter and said in a deep voice: "I have answered enough questions. I think other athletes should be given some time." With a simple sentence, Cheng Yizhou avoided this somewhat boring question, tactfully Inform the reporter that he will not answer questions again.

The female reporter was also a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and wrote something in her notebook.

"I would like to ask, player Kong Yunfei, although you lost, you still made it to the national team. What do you think now?" The reporter who asked this time focused on Kong Yunfei.

Kong Yunfei smiled slightly, stretched out a finger to Jiang Hui, and immediately countless cameras focused on Jiang Hui, startling him: "Jiang Hui is a very powerful opponent, even though he entered the national team this time , but I always feel that I was lucky enough to get the opportunity.”

"Then how do Jianghui athletes view your opponent?"

The question was thrown so abruptly that Jiang Hui was a little caught off guard. He bent down and faced the microphone, and said falteringly, "He's a very good player."

The reporter's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something interesting: "Since you said that Kong Yunfei is a very good player, but this time you defeated him, are you bragging about yourself in disguise?"

This question was particularly acute. Jiang Hui's face turned ugly. Looking at the eyes fixed on his face and the flashing lights, his mind went blank. He even heard Xiao Boyang's snicker beside him. Voice.

"I think." Just when he was at a loss, Cheng Yizhou held the microphone, glanced coldly at the reporters below, and spoke.

☆. It looks more handsome if you take a photo from a little farther away from him