Be good

Lin Qianxi panicked, her hands were strong, and she hugged him firmly around his waist. It wasn't until he stopped now that she realized that she subconsciously glanced at his back.

Zongcheng's shoulders were straight, and his back in a suit and vest heaved and fell due to panting. Lin Qianxi's chest pressed against his back, unknowingly heaving along with it, and the tip of his nose almost touched the prickly short hair on the back of his head.

"Where's the person?" Wu Chuan's voice came over.

Lin Qianxi let go in seconds.

Wu Chuan pushed aside those golden eggs, squeezed in and took a look, his eyes widened, he looked at Lin Qianxi and Zongcheng, and then at Deng Kang who was leaning on the edge of the dining table and hadn't gotten up yet. Still stained with grains of rice, covered in vegetable soup, with a pale face, obviously miserable.

"Where's Deng Kang?" Followed by two more people, wearing the same type of teacher certificate as Wu Chuan's neck.

After watching the scene, Wu Chuan said decisively, "Everyone follow me, if you have anything to say, go to the office!"

The two leading teachers were also angry, and one of them pulled Deng Kang up: "Get up quickly! Let's go!"

Zong Cheng tugged at the collar, took off his suit vest, shook it in his hand, turned around and left.

Lin Qianxi glanced coldly at Deng Kang who was in a mess, shook his right hand, and almost couldn't resist going up to make up for him, and followed behind out of the cafeteria.

The two parties involved were called into the office in the building. Apart from Wu Chuan and the two teachers who led the team, even the staff of the competition team were alarmed several times. There were seven or eight people who went in together.

Lin Qianxi and Jiang Hao couldn't go in, so they could only wait in the corridor outside.

"Lin Qianxi, why does Zongcheng always stand up for you?" Jiang Hao glanced at him and whispered, "Why didn't I know that you two are so close?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at him, leaned his back against the railing of the corridor, and said absently, "There are many things you don't know."

"..." Jiang Hao felt weird looking at these two people again, but he couldn't say exactly how weird they were.

Within a few minutes, Wu Chuan came out of the office with a bad complexion, and hurried over here.

Seeing him coming out, Lin Qianxi immediately stood up straight: "How is it, is Zongcheng alright?"

Wu Chuan came up to him, didn't answer, just said, "Show me your hand."

Lin Qianxi raised his right hand to show him.

He used to have fair skin, and his hands were slender and fair. Now, after being exposed to 502 super glue, the palm of his right hand is wrinkled, and a few fingers are swollen into carrots. The contrast between the left and right hands is particularly obvious. The key is the hand that needs to grasp the club. , the main power depends on this hand.

When Wu Chuan saw it, he immediately exploded: "That bastard is poisonous enough, you can use this kind of hurtful trick! Not to mention Zongcheng, I want to beat him!" He was as angry as a black bamboo pole, and he might finally Remembering that I was still a teacher, I held back: "Okay, I know what's going on. Fortunately, you have already won the top sixteen. Today, you will not play today. Go back first, take a good rest, and let your hands recover , there will be a match tomorrow."

Lin Qianxi lowered his hand: "Where's Zongcheng? What did he say?"

"He can't leave for the time being, and he's still dealing with it inside," Wu Chuan said.

"Fuck, he didn't pick this matter, you won't punish him!" Lin Qianxi said, "Let me go in and say, my hand is the evidence."

Wu Chuan blocked him: "Okay, can I leave him alone? Who is that, the benchmark of the eighth! Let me tell you that I am responsible for bringing him out. If he wants to do something here, let's eighth Believe it or not that the principal of the school can come here? Go back quickly and protect your hands! Don't meddle, I will handle it!"

"..." Lin Qianxi glanced at the office door again: "Then handle it well."

"Understood, go back quickly, both of you go back, don't stick around here!" Wu Chuan hurried back to the office again.

Jiang Hao glanced at Lin Qianxi, frowned and said, "It should be fine." After finishing speaking, he didn't say that he would go with him, and left first. The main Zongcheng was not there, so he had nothing to say to Lin Pi.

Lin Qianxi saw that he was gone, went to the storage place to get his changed clothes, and went back to the office to take a look outside. The door was closed, but there was still no movement. He looked at his right hand, so he had to hold back As soon as he closed his mouth, he went downstairs.

When I got home, the swollen fingers didn't recover much.

In order to make it better quickly, Lin Qianxi tried her best not to use her right hand for everything, even taking a shower with her left hand, and it took a long time just to take off the suit and vest.

When he came out of the shower, he casually put on a loose short-sleeved shirt. Seeing that it was getting dark outside, he quickly looked for his phone, found it, held it with his left hand, clicked on the head of the lighthouse, and sent a WeChat message.

-- are you all right?

Zongcheng didn't reply for at least 1 minute.

Fuck, you won't really be punished, will you?Lin Qianxi wanted to call Wu Chuan, but with a "ding", the message came back.

--It's all right, see you at the game tomorrow.

Lin Qianxi read it twice, but was still a little worried.

--Are you sure we can see you on the field?

There was a "whoosh" in the dialog box.

--Yes, we can talk about it tomorrow.

Lin Qianxi took another good look before putting down the phone. After listening to his explanation, we can talk about it tomorrow, and now I can't help but start preparing for tomorrow's game.

He has never played a game before, and he doesn't know if this kind of thing will affect the game. What if it affects Zongcheng's eligibility to play?Even if it doesn't affect his qualifications, it's not a good thing to affect his personal promotion ranking.

Lin Qianxi guessed wildly, and took out the shirt and suit vest that he was wearing. He had to wear them tomorrow, and they couldn't wash them. He was afraid they wouldn't be able to dry them, so he hung them on a hanger.

After hanging it up, he realized that the chest of the shirt and vest were wrinkled. He pulled it twice with his left hand, and remembered that it was made in Baozongcheng, and the hug was too tight.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianxi twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled to himself. He has never hugged someone like this when he grows up. How did he hug a big man in Zongcheng? Tight, definitely muscular.

After thinking about it, Lin Qianxi cursed in a low voice, "Fuck..."

What are you doing, why are you still thinking about it?

He looked down at his hands again, and sat on the bed, thinking of that Deng Kang, his good mood was gone.

This tone can't be tolerated, let alone a little bit of glue, even if his hand is broken, this game is still a match. He only has one idea now, which is to beat that Deng Kang to the ground, and he can't get up on the ground.

……

The next morning, at exactly seven o'clock, Lin Qianxi got up.

After hanging it all night, the shirt and vest were not so wrinkled, so he changed them before going out.

It was still early in the building where the competition was held, and no other contestants were seen coming. Only a few staff members were adjusting the banners and promotion tables to prepare for the following competition.

Lin Qianxi put his right hand in the pocket of his suit vest and trotted upstairs until he reached the main arena on the third floor. He saw Zongcheng standing outside, also wearing a white shirt and a suit vest for the competition, leaning against The railing, with his head down, has a cigarette in his mouth, and he has smoked more than half of it.

Lin Qianxi walked over: "Have you arrived?"

Zongcheng raised his head suddenly, as if he was thinking about something just now, and then he came back to his senses when he saw it was him: "Yeah." He took away the cigarette from his mouth and looked at Lin Qianxi's hand, "How is your hand?"

Lin Qianxi took out his right hand from his pocket. The swollen fingers healed a bit, but the traces left by the glue were still there, and they couldn't go away for a while. Several places on the palm of the hand were like wrinkled sandpaper lines. : "Don't worry, I can still fight."

Zongcheng took out a bag from his pocket and handed it to him: "Hold on, keep on until the game."

Lin Qianxi picked it up, it was cold, and inside was a small wrapped ice bag, he took it out and held it in his hand: "Where did you get it?"

"When I came here, I asked Yang Rui for it. The freezer in his store has crushed ice, so it's helpful to apply it for a while."

Lin Qianxi looked at his face unconsciously. He didn't expect him to ask Yang Rui to order some ice. He didn't think of it, but his face was as expressionless as usual, so cool that he didn't seem like he would do such a thing. people.Lin Qianxi held the ice and asked him, "What did you say about the incident yesterday?"

Zongcheng twisted the cigarette on the railing, and suddenly raised his mouth: "Of course it's a punishment."

"Fuck, are you really punished?"

"It's not me," Zongcheng said, "Deng Kang was punished."

Lin Qianxi raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth was raised: "He doesn't admit that he made the glue on your hand, and no one saw it in the cafeteria, but no one saw it when I beat him first. I beat him secretly, but he gave it to you." I left Ming injured, and now I think he hit me on his own initiative, so I fought back, and Wu Chuan also said that it is impossible for me to find someone to fight."

Lin Qianxi asked, "Are you injured?"

Zongcheng pulled the cuff, and there was a very faint red mark on his wrist, which may have been scratched during the strike: "Just this is enough to prove that he wants to hurt my wrist, which means that he wants to hinder my competition by improper means."

Lin Qianxi looked at the injury, and then at him: "Fuck, you are so scheming."

Zongcheng pulled down his cuffs: "If you deal with dirty people, you have to use dirty ones. I'll be fine if I don't waste his hands."

Lin Qianxi asked again: "What punishment will he have?"

"The personal promotion points are all eliminated, and the promotion starts from the beginning," Zongcheng said: "He is busy."

It's bad enough for a player to lose all his promotion rankings, let alone come back with the injury of Zongcheng's beating.Lin Qianxi felt much more at ease: "Damn it, it's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I'd be so miserable today."

Zongcheng looked at him: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

"Didn't you beat him for me?" Lin Qianxi asked back: "If you are punished for this, will I feel bad?"

Zongcheng stood up straight, looked at him again, and said in a lower voice, "Who made you my partner?"

Lin Qianxi thought about it and smiled, isn't he a partner?

"Lin Qianxi!" Wu Chuan was calling him.

Lin Qianxi turned around and saw him rushing over, a little anxious: "Is your hand better, can you still hit?"

"Yes." Lin Qianxi pretended to be relaxed and said, "A little glue just wants to get me back. Just dream, our deal has to continue."

Wu Chuan was relieved, "It's good that it's okay. The first two-on-two match is in Hall No. 18. Hurry up and get ready. If you have any situation, you can tell me anytime, so I can apply for Jiang Hao to replace you."

"No need to replace." Lin Qianxi wanted to do it by himself.

Wu Chuan saw that he said it was ok, and felt that it should be ok, and then looked at Zongcheng: "You shouldn't be affected by what happened yesterday, right?"

"No." Zongcheng looked at Lin Qianxi: "Let's go."

Lin Qianxi was holding the ice pack in his right hand and put it in his pocket, and followed him.

No.18 hall is hung with the order of the lottery as soon as you enter the door. Yesterday, the sixteen who successfully advanced individually will form eight groups to play the second and second partner matches. The names of Zongcheng and Lin Qianxi are pasted together. In the third match, the names of the two people who confronted each other had never been seen, nor did they know each other.

"Could these two be among those golden eggs?" Lin Qianxi asked while sitting on a stool by the door waiting for the competition.

Zong Cheng sat next to him, looked at it and said, "It should be."

"Then there's nothing else to say, cry." Lin Qianxi said: "I will give them a seat, I will not let a single one go."

"Zongcheng! Lin Qianxi!" A shout of fame came from inside.

It's their turn.

Lin Qianxi stood up, walked over, saw the two people opposite, and recognized them with only a little impression, they were the ones in the group of golden eggs.

Zongcheng took the cue and handed him a piece of powder.

Lin Qianxi put down the ice pack in his right hand, took the powder, and asked, "How do you say it?"

Zongcheng said lightly, "Crying, didn't you say that?"

Lin Qianxi smiled, just waiting for his words.

Half an hour later, Zongcheng finished the last shot with a sound of "click".

The two on the opposite side didn't cry, but one of them almost threw the rod, but was stopped by his companion in time, and he walked away sullenly under the gaze of the referee.

It was too aggrieved by the fight, in a state of being completely suppressed and beaten.

"Are they here to play or to get revenge..." They were still whining when they went out.

On the promotion table, the names of Zong Cheng and Lin Qianxi were moved up side by side and entered the semi-finals.

Wu Chuan thought they were going to fight for a long time, and when he rushed over again, almost two hours had passed. Seeing Jiang Hao waiting outside Hall No.18, he asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Jiang Hao pointed to the order list at the door: "The top four have been obtained a long time ago, and now the four-in-two has started inside."

When Wu Chuan saw the two teachers leading the team who fought together yesterday standing at the back door, he knew that Lin Qianxi and Zongcheng were still on the opposite side.

"There are so many people here, do you want to come here for a prize?" Jiang Hao asked in a low voice.

"I heard that it is a billiards club in a big city. The players who come to the competition this time are all billiards elites from various schools there. They must come to win prizes. Let's see how many of them are in the top 32." Wu Chuan led Lin Qian also had great expectations when he came to the west, and he was still angry when he remembered what happened yesterday: "There are too many people, and there are all kinds of goods."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qianxi came out from the inside, followed by Zongcheng. The two of them walked out together in suits and vests.

"How is it?" Wu Chuan immediately asked.

Lin Qianxi held a sign in his left hand, and showed him a sign with a striking "2" on it.

"Second place?" Jiang Hao went over and patted Zongcheng: "This is already the runner-up."

Wu Chuan was very satisfied. It was the first time he took Lin Qianxi out to play in this competition. He immediately said, "Let's go and have a good meal. I'll treat you."

"Stop eating in the cafeteria." Lin Qianxi said immediately.

"Don't eat in the cafeteria, I'll get you something good."

They were not allowed to go out to eat casually during the competition, so Wu Chuan went out and bought a few dishes himself, and brought them extra meals in the teacher's lounge.

When Lin Qianxi sat on the chair, he moved his right hand. After two rounds, he kept moving his hand.

"How are your hands?" Zong Cheng dragged a stool and sat down beside him, looking at his hands.

Lin Qianxi moved again: "It's okay."

In fact, it was a bit of a hindrance. After playing two knockout rounds, it seemed that there was a layer of glue in his hand, which sometimes hindered his grip, but he had to hit it down.

Zongcheng said: "If you have any problems in the finals in the afternoon, you can tell them."

Lin Qianxi nodded: "OK."

Jiang Hao looked at the two of them from the opposite side again.

Lin Qianxi glanced over: "What are you looking at?"

"You can't even look at it?" Jiang Hao turned his head away from him, and handed a pair of disposable chopsticks to Zongcheng.

Wu Chuan sat down and put a glass of water next to Lin Qianxi: "The final in the afternoon will enter the main arena. In addition to the referees and the organizer, all participants and eliminated players will sit in the auditorium. You should not have been attracted by so many people when you played before. After staring at it, you have to get used to it and have a mental preparation.”

Lin Qianxi poked a piece of meat with chopsticks in his left hand, and paused: "So formal? I thought it was just a small competition."

Wu Chuan said: "The regional competition is not big, but winning the championship must still be taken seriously."

Zongcheng asked: "Is there another top two in the group?"

Lin Qianxi also remembered, and knew that he was so immersed in the fight that he didn't care about who the opponent of the other top two was.

"It's not out yet." Wu Chuan just went to see it: "It seems that the group has been dragging for a while and is still fighting."

They played in the knockout rounds separately. It depends on who the opponent is, and you have to look at the overall promotion table.

Wu Chuan pointed to the food he bought: "Eat, take a break after eating, and think about your opponent later, don't be too stressed."

Lin Qianxi didn't plan to rest. He was full of energy now, mainly because his anger was full. As long as his opponent was still a golden egg related to Deng Kang, he wanted to fight to the death and never let him go.

The final in the afternoon is at two o'clock, and you can enter at 01:30.

When it was almost time, Wu Chuan went out to have a look, and came back to the lounge to remind: "You can go over, the top two on the opposite side left an hour ago."

Zongcheng stood up and called Lin Qianxi, "Let's go."

Lin Qianxi got up from the chair and was about to leave when Zongcheng stopped again and turned his head to look him up and down.

He then stopped: "What are you looking at?"

Zongcheng pulled down his shirt, just like yesterday, the extra piece was pulled to his waist, and he tapped his waist with his fingers: "Stuff it in."

Lin Qianxi's waist was numb from this heavy knock, and she was stunned, remembering that she should have been sitting here just now, grabbing the corner of her clothes with her left hand and stuffing it into her trouser waist.

Zongcheng turned his head and went out, saying, "Remember to be a gentleman, Lin Pi, and don't swear when you are in front of the referee."

"?" Lin Qianxi tucked into his clothes and followed: "What if I forget?"

"I remind you." Zongcheng said.

Finally entered the main arena.

It was probably the only decent arena here. There was a brand new pool table in the middle, and there were auditoriums inside. When they entered, there were already many people sitting inside.

Lin Qianxi saw the opponent's seat next to the table, and immediately cursed: "Fuck."

Sitting there was Luo Ke wearing glasses, and Deng Kang was next to him.

Zongcheng also saw it and stopped on the sidelines.

Wu Chuan came over, waved at the two of them, approached and said, "That kid applied for a re-fight on the same day after he was fined to advance to the elimination yesterday. He fought from the defeat to the victory. This morning, the name beside his partner It’s not him, you temporarily replaced him when you were in the semi-finals, and now you’re still in the second semi-finals.” Speaking of which, he pointed to his side, “His partner, that one named Luo Ke, has very good personal results. Beautiful, the two of them should cooperate."

Lin Qianxi glanced over there: "Okay, it's better if we meet, I'm afraid I won't meet that bastard."

Zong Cheng glanced at him: "Be patient, the referee is here."

Lin Qianxi endured it.

The game is about to start, and the referee is already standing on the edge of the table.

Wu Chuan returned to the auditorium, sat next to Jiang Hao, and the two of them stared at the billiard table below.

Players from both sides stand in front of the table and shake hands routinely before the game.

Deng Kang had a displeased expression on his face when he came here, looked at Lin Qianxi, then at Zongcheng, but didn't reach out.

It just so happened that Lin Qianxi didn't want to shake hands with him, otherwise he might not be able to resist beating the fuck up on the spot.

"Lin Qianxi." Luo Ke came out, stretched out his hand, and said in a low voice: "I heard about your hand, and I apologize to you on behalf of Deng Kang. He has a bad temper, and he may still be unconvinced." It will be like this, anyway, it’s not right, and I don’t want the game to be won in this way.”

Lin Qianxi still didn't reach out, glanced at Deng Kang beside him, and sneered: "Fortunately, he didn't meet me before, otherwise you think he can still stand here?"

Luo Ke was stunned for a moment when he heard his tone, seeing that his tone didn't look like a joke, he felt a little embarrassed, he stretched out his hand to touch the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then stretched out his hand to Zongcheng, and said, "I'm sorry."

Zong Cheng stretched out his hand to shake him, but still looked at Deng Kang coldly.

With a "snap", the ball collided.

Rocco hit the first shot and scored the opening goal.

Deng Kang kept his face elongated, as if with a stern look, he only looked at the table the whole time, and played behind him. He hit a ball and missed it.

Zong Cheng sat on the opponent's seat and said in a low voice, "He didn't enter on purpose."

Lin Qianxi moved his right hand: "I saw it."

This goal was easy to score, but it didn't score. It knocked the ball away from their side and deliberately created obstacles.Two-on-two is about coordination, they should have practiced for a long time.It's no wonder that he can still reach the top two after changing back temporarily.

The referee scored the points and replaced the player.

Lin Qianxi held the cue stick, walked to the edge of the table, stood at a very strange angle, held the cue stick, lowered it, and aimed at the direction.

Zongcheng was holding a powder wiper beside him, looking at him.

When Lin Qianxi was concentrating, there was no usual smirk on his face at all, his side face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog in the light, his lips were slightly pursed, stretched against the waistline of the table, it looked like an aggressive state , he was serious this time, maybe he was on fire.

"Crack!" The ball almost rushed out of the encirclement and fell into the pocket.

After the referee announced the score, Lin Qianxi stood up straight, turned around and moved out of the way, while shaking his right hand again.

Zongcheng put down the powder, walked over, glanced at his hand, and pressed down on the table.

With a crisp sound, "click", the ball scored.

There was no sound in the arena. From the time they played, the game has been a stalemate. Everyone on the court can play, and everyone can see it.

The clock on the wall reads 02:30pm.

The winner hasn't been decided yet.

When Rocco re-entered the court, his face was completely tense, and he stood at the table holding the stick, and paused for several seconds before bending over to aim the ball.

Deng Kang was behind, squinting at the opponent's bench.

Lin Qianxi moved the fingers of his right hand while aiming at him.

"Don't look at him." Zongcheng looked at his hand: "Is your hand okay?"

"Okay," Lin Qianxi said, "it must be done."

Several beautiful goals have been scored in a row on the field, and the score began to pull.

It was Deng Kang's shot again, a ball was pushed out, but still missed, the round that Lin Qianxi and Zongcheng pulled back was deliberately disrupted, and he even glanced at the opponent's bench after the disruption, as if provocative.

Lin Qianxi stood up holding the stick and went to the table.

Zong Cheng followed behind, looking at his right hand all the time.

The more accurate the shot is, the higher the requirements for the angle, the uncomfortable in the palm of the hand, and the uncomfortable grip.

The hands on the clock moved half a circle, and there was a light "click" when the ball hit. Lin Qianxi stood up and shook his hand unconsciously.

Zongcheng walked to the table and said in a low voice, "I'll pave the way for you, and you play the last shot."

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, and looked at him: "You want to call me as an assistant?"

"En." After Zongcheng finished speaking, he lowered the stick and hit the ball hard.

He didn't score, but controlled the opponent's situation. The cooperation of playing two-on-two is to make the ball and counter-press. He wants to break the opponent's dragging situation and let Lin Qianxi win or lose with one stroke, otherwise it will be more delayed. The longer it took, the more uncomfortable his right hand became.

But it was very risky, Lin Qianxi had to win the next shot.

The opponent played again, this time it was very serious, and the arena was completely quiet.

Luo Ke scored a goal, and Deng Kang scored a goal. Both of them had a bad face, and they managed to get back the points in Zongcheng's situation.

Deng Kang's last goal rushed directly to the defense line set up by Lin Qianxi.

The referee scored the points and Lin Qianxi went on the field.

He held the stick, switched from right hand to left hand, then right hand again, leaned low, and aimed at the cue ball.

Zongcheng stood aside and looked at him.

Everyone in the arena was watching him, Luo Ke even stood up from the opponent's bench, and Deng Kang squinted beside him.

Wu Chuan said on the above: "I didn't expect it to be so difficult to hit. Lin Qianxi encountered this kind of thing in his first match. I don't know if he can make this shot."

Looking at the table, Jiang Hao actually understood that Zongcheng had paved the way for him, but Deng Kang at the back got in the way again. This ball was different from their usual practice. This is the difference in the game, and it changed so quickly.He muttered: "Impossible, how can this kind of ball be scored..."

Lin Qianxi pressed down on the pole, lightly held the pole with his right hand, and held it again. He glanced at his right hand, and then at Zongcheng beside him.

He stood by, looking at him, the pole in his hand against his leg.

He had to win, otherwise his support would be for nothing.Lin Qianxi took aim at the ball, held the stick, endured the discomfort in his palm, and hit without warning.

"Crack!" The sound of the ball hitting was extremely loud.

After a second of silence, Wu Chuan stood up from the auditorium.

Jiang Hao stood up and couldn't help shouting: "Fuck, Lin Qianxi is awesome!"

The referee announces the score and wins.

Lin Qianxi stood up straight, holding the pole, and raised the corner of his mouth. How could he not be able to punch in? He just wanted to say "fuck me", and just said: "I..."

Zong Cheng put one hand on the back of his neck: "Hush."

Lin Qianxi paused, turned his head, and saw Zong Cheng's face looking at him. The corner of his mouth was raised slightly, his hand was released from the back of his neck, and the club in the other hand was slightly slanted and stretched towards him.

Lin Qianxi looked at the scene where he was standing under the light, suddenly seemed to be hit by the image of victory at this moment, laughed, and passed the pole in his hand.

The two poles came together and touched lightly.