Be good

When Lin Qianxi walked into the arena again, it was nine o'clock in the morning.

On the last day of this week, the next game to hit the rankings has arrived.

The arena is ready, he just arrived, put down the club bag next to the player's bench, sit down, flip through the phone, and read the WeChat of the head of the lighthouse.

Is waiting for his news.

That morning, it took them two hours to get up in the hotel, and then they took a break. One went to the hospital to continue his summer job, and the other went to the stadium to continue practicing.

I haven't seen each other for the next few days, but it doesn't feel like anything.This is different from before. In the same place, you can meet whenever you want. Even if you are not in the same place, there is nothing to worry about. You can still meet whenever you want. Lin Qianxi is no longer the same as before. sense of separation.

"Lin Qianxi." Luo Ke called him.

Lin Qianxi looked up, and his eyes were glued to the phone again: "Huh?"

Luo Ke looked at him: "It seems that you are in good condition today, and you have been smiling."

"Really?" Lin Qianxi smiled, not paying attention.

"Don't laugh, junior brother, if you laugh again, you will recruit a group of female players." Zuo Heng walked over from the sidelines, looked at him and teased: "I have been grinning during practice these days, and I didn't notice? "

Lin Qianxi glanced at him: "How can you use the management work to engage in peeping?"

"I looked at it in a fair and honest way." Zuo Heng pushed down his glasses, and put on the attitude of a senior brother: "On behalf of Mr. Ma, I remind you that the ranking of today's competition has rushed up, and you will be able to stay in Beijing for training in the future. Only then can you hope to leave Go to the next stage with a higher standard, and then you can laugh slowly."

Lin Qianxi stopped smiling, nodded seriously, grabbed the phone and said, "Got it."

His ranking is currently sixth. If he can successfully break into the top five in today's game, it will be considered a step past.

But after all, this is no longer just a billiards game for high schools. The participants are all experienced professional players, and some are veterans who have been honed abroad.

In the past few days of practice, there is no moment to relax, just for this moment.

He wants to stay and stay in Beijing.

I want to train here, then climb higher and go further.

The event promotion was playing again on the electronic screen above his head, and the familiar picture of the lighthouse in Jersey just flashed again, and Lin Qianxi looked up.

Luo Ke has been watching him until now, smiled, and asked in a low voice: "Will he come this time?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at him and nodded: "Of course." While bowing his head, he typed on WeChat with his fingers.

--I'm going to race soon.

A reply message pops up in the dialog shortly.

--First row on the left.

He froze for a moment, and immediately turned his head to look there.

Zongcheng was wearing a pure black T-shirt with broad shoulders and cool short hair. He was sitting down with a mobile phone in his hand. He had already looked at him and raised his lips to him.

Lin Qianxi touched his mouth, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull away.

I knew he would come.

He sat in the first row again, which was very close to the table and himself.

As soon as the music in the field turns, it's time to prepare for the game.

Before ten o'clock, it was Lin Qianxi's turn to start the game.

He stood up, took the cue bag, and opened it.

The arena was the same as last time, full of sports media, and the TV cameras were erected, pointing at the table in the center of the arena.

Lin Qianxi raised his hand to straighten the cuffs of his suit and shirt, and then adjusted his bow tie. Holding the cue, he listened to the voice on the field announcing that the game had started. He walked to the table and was almost ten years older than the one who opponents shaking hands.

With a "snap", the ball opened.

The opponent gets the ball and starts the downswing first.

With a few beautiful goals, the opponent quickly took the lead.

"48!" The referee reported the score in English.

It was Lin Qianxi's turn to play.

He stood up holding the club, turned his head, looked at the auditorium again, glanced around quickly, saw nothing, finally looked at Zongcheng, smiled at him, and was ready to play.

Zong Cheng looked at him, and suddenly turned his head backwards, as if signaling him to look.

Lin Qianxi paused for a moment, and subconsciously followed his guidance to look over. Just diagonally behind him, two people seemed to have just come in and were taking their seats facing each other.

The one on the left is Qin Yidong, and the one on the right is his mother.

Ms. Lin's hair was combed meticulously, and she was wearing a skirt, which he bought for her with the first bonus in his life.

After sitting down, she stroked the hair around her ears and looked towards the middle of the court.

Lin Qianxi felt that she seemed a little cramped, and it was probably the first time she came back to Beijing that she dragged Qin Yidong along.He held the pole silently, watching the scene that should have appeared earlier, his throat moved, and he suddenly thought that it was time to buy her a new dress, so that he could wear it next time he had the opportunity to watch his football game again.

After thinking about it without looking any further, he turned his head, smiled to himself, grabbed the cue and walked towards the table.

"48!" Soon, the referee reported his score in English again.

The shot didn't stop after playing, and Lin Qianxi directly hit the key shot that was about to surpass his opponent.

He skillfully wiped the stick with the powder, looked for the angle, judged the path, then leaned over, set up the stick, and aimed at the cue ball.

"Snapped!"

The applause rang out and the ball had been pocketed.

Lin Qianxi stood up straight and turned his head.

Qin Yidong was talking to Ms. Lin, probably explaining, and then clasped his hands together to make a trumpet and shouted at him: "Hit hard, you!" Mixed with the applause from all around, it was almost inaudible.

Ms. Lin looked at him, and then, as if she had come to her senses, she followed the people next to her and clapped her hands twice.

Lin Qianxi looked at Zongcheng, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Now, he is one step closer to Beijing.

The game is not yet in the final game.

Zongcheng kept looking at him, never leaving his eyes, holding his hand the whole time, watching him hit each ball, wiping the sweat off the club again and again.

He is the closest, and the feeling is the most obvious. Lin Qianxi seems to have personally participated in every ball. He is his left hand and his right hand.

The electronic screen above is beating, and the score is seesawing.

Lin Qianxi's figure in a white shirt and black suit and vest is particularly eye-catching. Every time it is his turn, he will stay for a long time, because he will try to score as many points as possible with one shot.

If the opponent is not an experienced veteran, chasing and intercepting him in various ways, he may try again for a perfect score.

"Crack!" It was another blow.

After several rounds of tension, this ball finally brought the situation into the final round.

Zongcheng held the hand he had just let go, put it in his trouser pocket, sat forward a little, and stared at the field.

I have experienced this moment with Lin Qianxi several times, and now it is here again.

Lin Qianxi held the stick and looked at the table. Whether to win or lose, whether to go or stay, it all depends on the present.

Only by winning this game can we win.

He leaned over, held down the rod, breathed steadily, glanced at Qin Yidong and his mother who were watching him in the auditorium, and glanced at Zongcheng, stared at the cue ball, and said to himself: Climb higher Come on, Xi Ge, let them see, you can be taller...

"Crack." The ball rolled out and landed straight into the pocket.

There was thunderous applause in an instant.

Go-ahead.

Lin Qianxi took advantage of the victory to pursue, stood up straight, rubbed powder on the head of the club, then leaned over, and aimed at the cue ball.

It is now.

"Tap!" With a very light blow, the rod was pushed out, and when it rolled down into the bag with a quick and light tap under the light, there was a dull sound.

Immediately, the applause became more intense, and all of a sudden came out, mixed with the sound of whistles.

Lin Qianxi stood up straight, couldn't help gripping the cue hard, then immediately turned around and walked directly to the first row on the left.

Zong Cheng's clenched hands had been loosened, his eyes were fixed on him, and his mouth was curved.

Such moments have been with him several times, and this time, he still did not disappoint.

Standing in front of him, Lin Qianxi raised his left hand, kissed the letters on the tiger's mouth, hooked the corners of his mouth, and flaunted: "Present a good boy to my king."

The corners of Zongcheng's mouth deepened obviously, so he held back, grabbed his hand, dragged it over, and pressed it on his right lower abdomen, like marks touching each other: "Well, I accept it."

Lin Qianxi's chest rose and fell, and his eyes were shining brightly, panting, and said in a low voice, "Master Cheng, you are really my king."

Salute to my king, my dream is still there, my blood is not cold.

Zongcheng whispered, "You too."

Now he is truly his own king, bowing down to each other.

The applause was still there, no one heard what they said, they could only see them standing and sitting, staying together for a long time, looking extremely close.

Until Lin Qianxi's points ranking scrolled out on the electronic screen, he was successfully promoted.

Zuo Heng came over, his voice passed through the applause, and he said clearly: "Congratulations, junior brother, you can stay in Beijing for training."

Luo Ke also walked over with a cue: "Congratulations, Lin Qianxi."

Qin Yidong and his mother had already stood up in the auditorium, looking here.

Lin Qianxi's chest rose and fell, no matter how noisy the surroundings were, his eyes were only on Zongcheng, with a smile on his lips.

Now that he can stay in Beijing, he has taken another step up.

It turned out that fate was not stingy, after all, he still didn't let him go back empty-handed.

When you feel that you are being teased by fate, you can grit your teeth and hold on, maybe you will see what kind of fate you have when you look back.

His fate is here, and it will always be related to the person in front of him.

……

A month later-

Summer vacation is coming to an end.

Lin Qianxi carried his luggage and club bag, climbed up a building, walked outside a room, looked at the door twice, and took out the key to open the door.

This is the dormitory where he lives for training, not far from the training venue, and he has already got the key, but he went back to Shanghai, and this is the first time he has come back.

He inserted the key, opened the door and went in. Suddenly, with a "bark", a dog sprang out and jumped on his calf.

"Tom!" Lin Qianxi pressed the dog's head and looked up in surprise.

Zong Cheng was standing in the room, looking at him as if he had been waiting for a long time: "Gu Yang sent it specially, I asked Zuo Heng, he said keep a low profile, you can raise it."

Lin Qianxi asked, "The key Zuo Heng gave you?"

Zongcheng said: "Well, I'm such a low-key person, so of course I can give it."

"Fuck." Lin Qianxi smiled, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Two hours."

"so long?"

Zongcheng smiled: "I'm here to give you something to celebrate."

Lin Qianxi asked, "What?"

Zongcheng suddenly stretched out his arm, hugged him around his waist, and then let go: "It's just right, I haven't lost so much weight recently, go to the room and try it, and put it on your bed."

Lin Qianxi immediately turned around and walked in.

After 2 minutes, he yelled inside: "Fuck!"

Zongcheng walked over and pushed open the door. Lin Qianxi was wearing a brand-new formal suit, with one hand tugging at the collar of his shirt that was too late to fasten, and looked over: "You bought this new?"

"Yeah." Zongcheng looked at him: "I won a prize in the project competition, and the prize money is just enough. Do you like it?"

Lin Qianxi hadn't had time to put it on yet, the collar of his shirt was untied, and the waistband of his trousers was not buttoned up. The material was well-fitting, and there was no excess in tailoring. At first glance, he knew that it was expensive, and it made his waist look like a waist, and his legs It's the legs, this rough appearance made him even more ruffian.

He smiled and tugged on the collar: "I like it, I can just wear it like this to marry you!"

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth twitched: "That won't work."

"Huh?" Lin Qianxi looked over.

Zongcheng walked in and grabbed his trouser waist: "At that time, I couldn't just wear this."

"..." Lin Qianxi had just recovered from the recollection, but before she could smile, her waist tightened, and she was pulled and bumped into him, grabbed his neck, blocked her mouth, and rubbed his thin lips indistinctly. Said: "Slow down, wrinkled..."

A room for one person, the room is very small, where they kiss selflessly.

Ten minutes later, when they came out of the room, Tom was already sleeping in the corner.

Zongcheng took the backpack he brought, took out the few pre-med books he brought inside, and put them on the window sill here, so that he could read them when he came back next time, put the bag on his shoulders, walked to the door, turned around and waited one time.

Lin Qianxi had already changed back to short sleeves, put a club bag on his shoulders, walked over, and went out with him.

"I have to do a project this week, and I'll come over on the weekend." Zongcheng said on the way.

Lin Qianxi nodded: "Then I have to practice on the weekend too."

It doesn't matter, they will have more time in the future.

Lin Qianxi put his hand on Zongcheng's shoulder suddenly, and smiled as he walked: "Father, give me another lesson later, and I have to go back to Shanghai for the exam at the end of the semester."

Zongcheng walked forward at a leisurely pace: "At this time, you know you are called Dad again?"

"Didn't I also call at other times?"

"Well, you wait to be cured..."

People are coming and going on the road, and the sunshine in Beijing is shining, which is surprisingly dazzling.

The figure carrying the club bag and the figure wearing the backpack have been walking together, tall and straight, walking side by side intimately.

Countless people looked back at them, but no one knew where they came from, where they were going, and it didn't matter.

Until they passed through the sea of ​​people, the sun was still under their feet.

Go forward without looking at the time.

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