Be good

Zongcheng saw the scene from a distance outside the hall door, turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and felt that Lin Qianxi seemed to be struggling, and he didn't know how determined he was to take this step.

After standing for a while, and looking back into the hall, Qin Yidong came out.

Qin Yidong lowered his head, sniffed, his eyes were a little red, and when he looked up, he smiled, "Thank you just now."

"You don't have to thank me," Zong Cheng said flatly, "It's just because Lin Qianxi treats you as a brother, and I'm not so generous in this respect."

Qin Yidong was obviously stunned for a moment, feeling that he had clearly occupied Lin Qianxi with one sentence, and he did all this for Lin Qianxi. After looking at him for a few times, he continued, "I have to go, what's the matter?" Go back and talk about it."

"Leave?" Zong Cheng asked.

"I didn't come here alone. I made an appointment with my teammates to come here to watch the basketball game. They are still waiting for me, and I have to go to class tomorrow." Qin Yidong really only planned to come here quietly, even The reasons are all very good, Zou Wei and the others are still in the basketball stadium in the city, and he came here during the free time.

In the end, Lin Qianxi would call him to stop, which he never expected.

He held his hand, feeling ups and downs in his heart, and looked at Zongcheng again: "Lin Qianxi was called away, and many people were looking for him. It was a little empty just now, but now it's gone... no Sorry."

Originally, this space belonged to Zongcheng, and if it was given to him, of course it was gone.

Zongcheng didn't speak, turned around and entered the hall door.

Sure enough, the billiard table in the field was already empty, and only a few staff members were left to clean up the scene.

He pursed his lips, and tugged the zipper on the leather jacket a little bored. After rushing here for so long, he didn't even say a word.

Lin Qianxi had already been called into the lounge, and Wu Chuan insisted on calling him.

He sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, and let it out again, the lingering emotions in his chest were over.

Partly because of entering the semi-finals, partly because of the sudden appearance of Qin Yidong.

"Are you too excited?"

Lin Qianxi raised his head, and sat down opposite Zuo Heng who had met him once before. He was still wearing sportswear, with glasses on his slender eyes.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are here too."

"Of course, this kind of competition must be followed. I watched you finish the whole course in the audience and just told Mr. Ma the result." Zuo Heng took out a folded paper from his coat pocket and handed it to him: " I don't know how your cultural score is, but I strongly recommend you to apply for our school. Come, take a look. It is located in the bustling metropolis of Shanghai. Of course, 985 and 211 are not a problem. The key is that the billiard club is absolutely top-notch. Future development prospects..."

"I'm going to Beijing." Lin Qianxi said.

"..." Zuo Heng talked eloquently for a long time, but he cut it off with a single sentence: "You already have an idea?"

"Yeah, I'm planning to go to school in Beijing." Lin Qianxi smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I can't be your junior."

Zuo Heng put the paper back into his pocket in disappointment: "Forget it, I'm wasting my tongue." Then he stood up, "Then let's go."

Lin Qianxi looked at him: "Why go?"

"Go to meet people from other universities, don't you want to apply for a school in Beijing?"

Wu Chuan was listening, and immediately said, "Go, Lin Qianxi, I'll go and have a look with you."

Lin Qianxi stood up, glanced at the bouquet of flowers on the sofa beside him, held it in his hand, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you see anyone else coming?"

"No, who are you talking about?" Wu Chuan asked.

Lin Qianxi gave a "tsk", hugged the flower, and stretched out his hand: "Where is my mobile phone?"

"Why are you so anxious, I'll give it to you when I meet someone." Wu Chuan urged him, "Go quickly, alas, do you have to hold this bouquet of flowers!"

"I'm afraid people here will throw it away for me." Lin Qianxi just hugged her like this, and was about to go out.

Wu Chuan didn't know what to do, and took it over: "Forget it, I'll hold it for you, and I'll give you the phone later."

"Hold it." Lin Qianxi said.

"I can still pick you up!" Wu Chuan said angrily.

Lin Qianxi grinned and went out.

Zuo Heng followed and asked in a low voice, "Gift from your girlfriend?"

Lin Qianxi opened the door and went out of the lounge: "I don't have a girlfriend."

"The boyfriend gave it? The one who gave you flowers?"

Lin Qianxi gave him a strange look before saying, "No."

Damn, I knew I should ask Qin Yidong a few more questions, whether he came or not, I'm not sure if he sent it.

Zuo Heng said: "You are definitely not single. It is impossible for you to be single if you are so handsome. No wonder you are going to Beijing. It must be for the object. I don't know you young people."

"..." Lin Qianxi realized that this person was quite familiar: "Why, do you still need to ask these questions when recruiting students?"

"That's not necessary." Zuo Heng pointed the way in the corridor: "Here."

Almost all the people from colleges and universities came from the billiard clubs of various schools, most of them were about the same age as Zuo Heng, and a few were teachers. They held a small dinner party in the restaurant of the venue.

It just so happened that it was time for dinner, so everyone could chat while eating.

When Lin Qian went west, he didn't see any other top four players. He was the only one, and Zuo Heng took him to introduce them one by one. down.

Before leaving, he picked out all the Beijing ones, folded them up and put them in his pocket, intending to take them home and choose slowly.

When he left the competition venue, it was already dark.

Wu Chuan came out from behind, and finally returned the bouquet of flowers and the phone to him: "If you are not full, go buy something to eat, and take a good rest after eating. There is a game tomorrow, so you have to play until the end. I finally You can go back to see Lao Xu and Lao Zhou with high spirits."

Lin Qianxi didn't have time to listen to his emotions, so he took his things and left: "Got it."

"Why are you so anxious..." Wu Chuan muttered.

Still halfway, Lin Qianxi turned on his cell phone and looked at the bouquet of flowers by the street lamp.

The big red roses are too ostentatious, and it doesn't seem like something that hard stubble would buy.

He tapped his phone, but there was no news from WeChat.

Could it be that he misunderstood that he didn't come at all?

Sitting in the pickup truck, Zong Cheng had a long phone call with Gu Yang, asking him to spend this weekend at home by himself and be careful.

After hanging up the phone, the time on the phone was already at nine o'clock in the evening, not too early or too late, but for Lin Qianxi who played the game all day, it might be a bit late.

I don't know if he has finished his work, maybe many schools have looked for him today.

Zongcheng turned the phone around in his hand. He didn't intend to wait anymore. He had already waited enough. He clicked on WeChat, pressed his finger, and sent a voice message: "Good boy?"

The "Dididi" alarm clock rang again.

Lin Qianxi woke up immediately.

When he woke up, he found that he was still holding the mobile phone in his hand, and even the bouquet of flowers was still placed by the bedside. Immediately, he turned on the mobile phone, and the screen stopped on the WeChat dialog box, and a line of words was typed in the input box below: You where is it?

I just thought about it yesterday, why don't I call directly, I didn't rush to send this sentence, I didn't expect to fall asleep after thinking for more than ten seconds.

Or yesterday's game was too tense.

Just about to press to send, he saw the new voice in the dialog box, and clicked on it immediately.

"good boy?"

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi replied without thinking, "Are you there? Where are you?"

A voice came in with a "whoosh".

Zongcheng: "I've been waiting for a semi-finalist to enter the arena."

When Lin Qianxi saw the words "always on", he immediately got up and went to wash up quickly.

It was too late to change into a formal suit, so I put it in my bag, put on my coat, and ran outside.

Zongcheng didn't wait for his reply last night, so he found a nearby hotel to rest for the night, and now he got into the pickup truck again, and parked it on the side of the street opposite the competition venue.

He didn't sleep for long, and he got used to this routine of doing quizzes all day long. He looked out the car window, and after a while, he saw Lin Qianxi trotting over here, his jet-black hair flaring in the spring breeze.

Fortunately, the competition venue was not far away. Lin Qianxi ran outside and saw that many staff members were already preparing for the finals. Looking across, he saw the small pickup truck with a blue and gray body and patterns on the side of the street. , with a grin at the corner of his mouth, walked over with his pockets in his pocket.

Walking directly to the driver's cab, he flexed his fingers and knocked twice on the window glass with a "tuk-tuk".

There was a crack in the glass, Zongcheng's neat short hair was exposed, and the pinnae of the ear was pushed clean, and the roots were distinct: "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Qianxi twitched the corners of his mouth: "The person who sent flowers to contestant Lin Qianxi, do you know who it is?"

Zongcheng said, "It's a gift from the family."

"Who?" Lin Qianxi laughed like a fool, "Is it really my family?"

The inside replied lightly: "It's a family member, why isn't Dad a family member?"

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi immediately went to pull the car door. The door had already opened first. Zong Cheng stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and pulled him in.

The seat was half down, and the car door slammed shut. Lin Qianxi squeezed on top of him, and was hugged by him.

"Congratulations, boy."

A low voice pressed against his neck.Zongcheng looked at him with eyes, and slightly raised his mouth.

It's just a bit late, and I didn't say it in person until now.

Lin Qianxi's feeling from yesterday came back again, his chest throbbed violently twice, the corner of his mouth grinned, and his arms were heavily wrapped around his shoulders: "Say it again, I'll listen."

Zongcheng glanced outside the car: "Stop talking, I'll talk about it after your final."

Lin Qianxi followed his gaze. There were many people coming and going outside. Wu Chuan was already waiting for him outside the venue with his neck stretched out.

"Fuck, I'm leaving." He rolled over him, his clothes rustling, went to the co-pilot's side, pushed open the car door, got down, and looked back at him: "The arena is waiting for you."

After speaking, he trotted over.

Zong Cheng sat upright, watching him run to the arena, followed him out of the car, and carried his schoolbag over.

Don't wait, go in with him this time.