Be good

This is absolutely true, even in the afternoon, Lin Qianxi didn't intend to leave Deng Kang with an escape route at all. In his opinion, this person appeared to disgust him, so would it make him feel better?

If you don't give him a club, it means that he is a good boy in the eighth middle school.

Sure enough, Deng Kang didn't look very happy, his face was already full of hostility, but now he looked even more fierce: "You don't even care about my enmity with him?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at the paper on the corner of the table, and even took the opportunity to recite a word, treating him as if he was empty, and then raised his eyes and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have hatred with him, you have hatred with me." Qiu, understand?"

Deng Kang squinted and sneered: "Understood, I understand you two." After saying this, he took his cue and walked away with a livid face.

Lin Qianxi thought that you would know what to do, so he leaned over to press the rod, and hit a ball with the putt, hitting a gap, thinking the ball was Deng Kang, it was comfortable.

Fortunately, it was only this time that I was disgusted, and I never encountered it again.

By mid-April, no one had time to talk to anyone, they were all buried in the training camp, after all, the day of the competition was coming soon.

Before the start of the preliminaries, Wu Chuan walked into the waiting room of the arena with steaming soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand, and saw Lin Qianxi arranging his clothes there, so he slowed down a bit.

"I ate breakfast before the game, how are you doing now?"

Lin Qianxi put on the formal suit that Zongcheng had prepared for him again, and tied his fingers with a bow tie: "Ms. Wu is here again, don't be nervous."

People are teachers and coaches to appease the students, but it's the other way around here.

Wu Chuan pointed to his eyes: "You stayed up late to read again, didn't you? You have dark circles under your eyes!"

Having said that, he couldn't believe that one day he would spray Lin Qianxi on reading.

"No, I went to bed early last night." Lin Qianxi didn't want to tell him that he wrote the test paper last night, but unfortunately he fell asleep before finishing it. He was indeed tired from practice.

He flicked his hair, took the breakfast, sat down on the sofa and ate it.

The door was pushed open, and a group of players came in talking, in groups of three or four, all from other competition areas, and those who accompanied them with work certificates were their professional billiard coaches.

Wu Chuan looked at other people's battles, and then at himself and Lin Qianxi. He could almost see the shabbyness. He sat next to him, pointed to the group of people and said, "I have seen the situation of the players in each competition area, and most of them are very average. If you are top-notch, don't be too stressed, as long as you can successfully get out of the preliminaries in the past two days, you will directly kill eight and enter four on the weekend."

Having said that, he paused for a while to confirm: "The requirement is to enter the top four in the country, right?"

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi suddenly remembered that school weekends are only half a day off on Sundays. If the competition goes well, his crucial eight-to-four match will happen to be on Saturday. He chewed on the buns and thought, and even let him have to come, I'm afraid it won't come at all...

"Everyone is going to draw the order of playing." A staff member came in from the outside to announce.

Lin Qianxi came back to his senses, stuffed the remaining steamed stuffed bun into his mouth in one gulp, drank two mouthfuls of soy milk, took out his phone, and wanted to click WeChat.

"Hurry up, why are you always holding your phone and falling in love?" Wu Chuan urged him.

"..." Lin Qianxi had no choice but to put it away again, and ran outside: "No!"

"Dingling bell" the get out of class bell rang.

In the classroom of Class [-], after the monthly exam in April, the seats collapsed, and Wang Xiao and the others looked like a pile of frost-beaten eggplants.

"English is too fucking difficult, it's like a bible."

Sun Kai: "I want to have a barbecue to comfort myself."

Xue Sheng: "Go, let's go after school."

"Will Master Cheng go?" Wang Xiao asked back.

Zongcheng looked at his phone with downcast eyes, and said lightly, "No, just brush up the questions."

"I found out that you've been doing quizzes all day long without Xige," Wang Xiao said.

Zong Cheng said without raising his head, "Let's see how long the college entrance examination is."

"Don't talk about it, I dare not watch it, how does it go by so fast, it's already weekend again..." Wang Xiao paused while talking: "Hey, weekend!"

Jiang Hao turned his head back: "Zongcheng, are you going? Isn't it just this week that the boarding students have a monthly vacation, and they don't have to go to class all day on Sunday. It's a good opportunity."

I still want to ask about watching Lin Qianxi play together as I said last time.

"That's right, I forgot if I didn't say anything, it's such a coincidence that I have to go!" Wang Xiao was very excited.

Zongcheng was still looking at his mobile phone, which showed the progress of the game just found out. Although Sunday was free all day, the eighth-to-fourth match was on Saturday.

Just after the exam, Saturday must be the monthly exam paper. The provincial capital is more than 300 kilometers away, and it takes at least four or five hours to go there. The possibility of rushing there after class is almost zero.

"If all goes well, your most important match in Mexico will be on Saturday." He finally said, "If you can't ask for leave, don't even think about it."

"Ah?" Wang Xiao was stunned: "Fuck, is it so heartbreaking?"

Jiang Hao scolded: "What a dog."

Zongcheng stood up and left the classroom.

He went to the toilet along the corridor, and as soon as he went in, Ding Jie came out cursing and went to the sink to meet him.

Zongcheng looked around and found no one else, took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took one out and stuffed it in his mouth, and gave him a lukewarm look: "Coincident." With a "bark" thumb, he flipped the lighter cigarette.

Ding Jie seemed to be dumb. He must have remembered that he was in the bathroom, and ran away without turning his head.

Zongcheng ignored him, went into the innermost compartment, closed the door, smoked slowly, and took out his mobile phone with one hand.

The phone just rang, and wechat came in, good boy.

A photo shows a hand holding a "Final Eight" number plate, which seems to be coated with light in the bright lights of the stadium.

Lin Qianxi's hand.

--The preliminaries are over, the quarter-finals have been won, and the final round will enter the fourth!

--Congratulate me quickly!

Zongcheng looked at it carefully with a cigarette in his mouth, slowly raised the corner of his mouth, and nodded.

--Congratulations.

The next sentence popped up in the dialog box.

-- This game is on Saturday.

Zongcheng naturally replied with a word.

--Um.

The dialog box displayed "typing" for several seconds, and only two sentences were typed out there.

--Damn it, the ticket is free.

--If you don't come, don't come, it doesn't matter.

There was smoke floating in front of Zongcheng, and he clicked on the photo again. Lin Qianxi's finger holding the number plate was covered with fine powder, and the exposed tiger's mouth was a little crystal clear, probably because of sweat in his palm.

In the entire preliminaries, the top four in each competition area must be beaten to get the top eight. It must be the result of several consecutive days of fighting.

Zongcheng smoked silently, smoked almost half of it, stopped looking at it, put the phone away, took the cigarette in his mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped it out with his foot, opened the cubicle door and went out, and went directly to the office.

Lao Zhou was correcting the test papers in the office, when he suddenly saw him coming in, he asked kindly, "What's the matter?"

Zongcheng said, "I want to see the results of my monthly exam in advance."

Several people in the classroom were still waiting for him, and Wang Xiao didn't see him come back from the outside until class was about to start.

"I really can't go, Lord Cheng?"

Zongcheng suddenly asked: "Can the pickup still be driven?"

"Yes, of course." Wang Xiao replied.

"Lend me."

"If you don't go, what else can you borrow?"

Zongcheng said, "I didn't say no."

……

Saturday in the provincial capital was cloudy.

This kind of weather is suitable for indoor sports like billiards.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Qianxi walked into the arena with lights above his head.

The eight-to-four competition will be divided into two groups in four halls. Tomorrow will be the final stage. Today, there are not many people in the auditorium. They are either staff members or family members of other contestants.

He glanced at it casually, went to sit down in the player's bench, and adjusted his suit and vest.

Wu Chuan came over and looked at the auditorium: "Your family is not here?"

Lin Qianxi said, "No, it doesn't matter."

Wu Chuan saw that he was fooling around, so he didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the phone, and I'll go and see when the lottery starts."

The lottery is to decide who the opponent is. Before the start, any of the other seven people who have advanced may become their opponent.

Lin Qianxi took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his suit vest, quickly pressed it on and glanced at it. No new news came in, so he turned off the phone and handed it to him.

Probably he is in class now, and he often has exams in the last semester.

Damn, why is it on a Saturday...

Wu Chuan left.

Lin Qianxi sat and waited, and while tidying up his cuff buttons, he looked up at the top of his head.

There is an electronic screen on the top opposite, and the names and photos of the contestants who have advanced to the quarterfinals are scrolling.

The preliminaries were played too closely, and he only started to pay attention to who the new top eight were. In order not to put pressure on him, Wu Chuan didn't deliberately mention it.

While watching, suddenly a person sat down next to him.

Lin Qianxi turned his head, a handsome face wearing glasses was facing him.

"Lin Qianxi." It was Luo Ke.

Lin Qianxi just saw his photo just now: "It's you."

"I knew you were in the training camp, and I haven't come to say hello. I just happened to be playing in this hall today, the left half, so I came here when I saw you." Luo Ke smiled at him, and pointed his finger at the electronic screen. : "Look at these two."

Lin Qianxi subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing. There were two contestants on the electronic screen, one boy and one girl. They all looked serious in the photos.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Luo Ke said: "The girl's name is Su Sijing, and the boy's name is Yu Guoxuan. They are the two most experienced contestants in our group. There are no previous champions participating this year. Many people say that the two of them have the greatest possibility of reaching the end."

Only then did Lin Qianxi know that he was providing information, so this time he didn't send food or news?

"Why did you tell me this specifically?"

Luo Ke smiled: "Actually, I think you are the biggest dark horse. Many of them have never seen you play, and you came out halfway."

Lin Qianxi smiled after being praised: "Thank you."

Suddenly, Luo Ke couldn't find anything to say. He just sat down for a reason. He adjusted his glasses with his fingers and said, "He didn't come to your game this time?"

Lin Qianxi immediately realized that he was talking about Zongcheng, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any problem?"

Luo Ke was taken aback by his rhetorical question: "No."

"Contestants please prepare." The voice of the arrangement process came from the microphone on the field.

When Lin Qianxi stood up, Luo Ke asked in a low voice, "Has Deng Kang looked for you?"

He raised the corner of his mouth: "You know your partner quite well."

When he was talking, he happened to see Deng Kang's name and photo rolling out on the electronic screen, but he didn't pay attention.

"He..." Luo Ke stopped in the middle of speaking, "Let's talk about it later, I wish you the best of luck in the game."

"You too." Lin Qianxi went to the right half of the court and stood by the table.

The time signal sounded on the field soon, and the game was about to start.

Lin Qianxi glanced at the auditorium again, but didn't see any familiar figure.

It's impossible for his mother to come, and Yang Rui didn't come, so it's impossible to go to Zongcheng now.

The lights came on section by section, and the game began.

Standing by the table, Lin Qianxi saw his opponent, who had just walked over, was the girl Su Sijing he had seen on the electronic screen.

The other party was wearing a ponytail, and he was as serious as in the photo.

Snooker competitions do not distinguish between genders, but there is still some gap between girls and boys in terms of physical strength and arm strength. Su Sijing is the only girl who has reached the top eight. Lin Qianxi will not underestimate her just for this.

"Lin Qianxi." Wu Chuan called him in a low voice, reminding him: "Be careful."

Lin Qianxi felt that he was already nervous, after all, he encountered a difficult problem as soon as he came up.

However, getting eight into four is extremely important to him.

The referee came on and the two sides shook hands.

Lin Qianxi took the cue stick, and by accident, glanced at the auditorium again.

Zongcheng stood in the flower shop with his schoolbag on one shoulder, opposite to the competition venue.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, then at the busy girl: "Are you alright?"

"Right now." The girl speeded up with a bouquet of flowers wrapped in her hands, and she glanced at him: "Handsome guy, are you buying flowers for your girlfriend?"

"I'm in a hurry." Zong Cheng said in a very light tone, not intending to chat.

The girl had no choice but to sneer and shut her mouth, and the speed was even faster.

Zongcheng unzipped the leather jacket on his body, because he was in such a hurry, it was a little hot.

Suddenly regretted coming to buy flowers, he finished the monthly exam papers ahead of time, and it took him five hours to arrive in that pickup truck, maybe this time should not be wasted.

But I don't want to go in empty-handed. Today is too important for Lin Qianxi.

Finally walked outside the flower shop, and he came in.

"Okay, handsome guy." The girl finally wrapped it up.

Zongcheng took it out immediately.

Entering the venue, it was quiet inside, obviously the game had already started.

Zongcheng walked outside the competition hall as instructed, and saw a person standing at the door, asking the staff: "Is Lin Qianxi competing in this hall?"

The staff member lowered his head to check: "Yes, it's here."

"Thank you." The other party pushed the hall door open and entered.

Zongcheng saw him go in, so he walked over, followed him into the door, looked at the blue and white school uniform on his body, and recognized him correctly, it was actually Qin Yidong.

Qin Yidong sat down in the back row of the right half, looking down, no one knew how he got here.

Zongcheng remained calm, sat down a few tens of meters away from him, and looked into the field.

He saw Lin Qianxi at a glance.

Lin Qianxi was indeed too eye-catching, with a snow-white shirt, a black suit vest, and a tight waist. She was tall and thin, but her complexion was a bit dull.

When Zongcheng saw his person, he realized that he hadn't seen him for half a month, and even felt that his face looked a little thinner.

He seldom had such an expression, and Zong Cheng noticed that the audience seemed a little anxious.

Following his gaze, Zongcheng saw the scene on the table and found that the battle had reached a critical point.

He put the bouquet of flowers on his lap and looked closely at Lin Qianxi.

Lin Qianxi listened to the score.

Su Sijing, who came to the table again, was aiming at him, while holding the cue to consider the angle.

He returned to the opponent's seat and sat down, took a bottle of water, and took a few sips with his neck raised.

In the left half, Luo Ke's game was almost over, and he was the only one who actually prolonged the game time.

It's already the second half.

Lin Qianxi won the first half, leading by one goal.

Su Sijing seemed to have just discovered him, and suddenly put all her strength into setting obstacles behind him.

The score is constantly pulling, catching up for a while, and falling down for a while.

"Tap..." With a delayed ball, Su Sijing took the lead, and after the ball went in, he was left with a chaotic situation.

Lin Qianxi muttered subconsciously: "Damn..." Remembering that he couldn't swear, he put his fingers on his bow tie.

Zongcheng could see clearly from above, and his eyes never left him.

"Lin Qianxi!" The referee announced a substitution.

Su Sijing walked away from the table.

Lin Qianxi immediately stood up, walked to the table, took out the powder from his vest pocket, wiped the head of the club, and then stared at the ball on the table to judge the angle.

The entire scene was silent, and gradually, it seemed that everyone's eyes were drawn to this table.

The light shines a circle there.

The people in the circle walked slowly along the edge of the table, their faces becoming more and more serious.

Zong Cheng looked at Lin Qianxi quietly, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qin Yidong's figure leaning forward a little, with one hand clutching the back of the chair in front, probably nervous.

His eyes turned back to Lin Qianxi, and his lips slowly tightened.

Lin Qianxi stopped, leaned over, and pressed down on the pole.

He has never felt like this before, because he has never cared about winning or losing like this before.

This time is different, must win, must enter the semi-finals.

This is his last chance.

If he loses, there will be no other way for him to go.

"It's okay, Brother Xi..." Lin Qianxi exhaled lightly, and pushed it out with one stroke.

With a soft "pop", the ball rushed out, surrounded like an iron bucket, and fell straight into the bag.

"Score!" The referee reported the score.

Lin Qianxi rubbed the powder, leaned over, inhaled, and struck again.

"Crack!" This shot was extremely forceful, struggling to break up the situation on the table.

"Score!" The score increases.

The score that was just surpassed was pulled back.

The left half of the game was over, he heard a lot of voices, and felt that many eyes were on him.

Su Sijing on the opponent's seat seemed to stand up, and then sat down quickly.

The surrounding air seemed to have a sense of anxiety.

Lin Qianxi held the pole firmly, stood still again, pressed down the pole, and the strength of his shoulders and back began to gather.

With just this one ball, if he hits it, he can clear all the balls and it will be over.

He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, and suddenly glanced at the auditorium for no reason, glanced over, and then returned.

A figure with neat short hair, broad shoulders and narrow waist was sitting there, but he couldn't see clearly because the lights were too dim.

He turned around and smiled to himself, "It's okay, Brother Xi, don't look at it, you can do it yourself, the fight is over."

As soon as the hand was sent, one shot was pushed out.

"Snapped!"

"Score!"

Lin Qianxi immediately stood up, holding back until now he began to gasp violently in his chest.

There was applause in the arena, as if I heard Luo Ke's voice: "Congratulations, Lin Qianxi."

Lin Qianxi was still distracted until Su Sijing came to shake his hand, and the referee declared him the winner.

He was convinced he was in the Final Four.

Zongcheng stood up.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Qin Yidong turn around and go out.

Qin Yidong walked to the entrance of the hall, just in time to see him coming, and stopped suddenly: "Are you there?"

Zongcheng said, "You're not here."

Qin Yidong was silent for a while, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Rui gave me the ticket that day."

That day when he passed outside the grocery store, Yang Rui bumped into him, and before leaving, he suddenly said, "Dongzi, do you want to watch the billiards game? Let me invite you to watch it."

After speaking, I gave him the ticket.

Qin Yidong didn't even know why he picked it up. It was probably because Yang Rui said that this was a national competition, and Lin Qianxi was going to play a national competition. This was a situation he had never thought about before.

Zongcheng asked: "Then why come and leave?"

Qin Yidong remained silent.

Breaking up the relationship, he just planned to take a look at it quietly.

Zong Cheng glanced at Lin Qianxi below, and suddenly handed over the flowers in his hand: "Send them over."

Qin Yidong looked at him in surprise, it was a bunch of roses: "Give it to me?"

"Don't forget it." Zongcheng said lightly: "I originally wanted to give it myself."

Lin Qianxi was surrounded by too many people in the arena, Wu Chuan rushed over to hug him, Hei Zhugan was really excited when he was excited.

He managed to get a firm foothold beside the table, then looked towards the auditorium, saw the tall figure flashing out, and thought he was wrong.

Fuck, is it him?

Immediately after, someone came over.

Lin Qianxi froze for a moment, the person who walked over was Qin Yidong.

Qin Yidong held the bouquet in his hand and handed it over, with an expression that he couldn't tell: "Congratulations."

Lin Qianxi picked it up and stared at him.

Qin Yidong glanced at him: "Brother Rui asked me to come."

"Congratulations, nothing else."

"I didn't buy the flowers either."

After a few sentences, I don't know what they are talking about, as if looking for something to say, and there seems to be nothing else to say, Qin Yidong lowered his head, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Lin Qianxi suddenly called out.

Qin Yidong stopped.

Lin Qianxi held the bouquet of flowers, looked at his back, and remembered what he said when he went to deliver things that day, and hesitated a little after calling.

Not sure if I can take that step.

He glanced at his feet, he had entered the semi-finals, he wondered if there was less mud under his feet now, and he didn't know if he really learned well.

It's very close to the university, should it be ok?

It should be fine...

Lin Qianxi's throat was dry, and his lips moved again and again. It was probably the reaction left to him by previous dreams. A voice in his head advised him not to take risks, and another voice in his heart encouraged him to go out. The voice told him: Isn't there me now?

OK?Can you give it a try?

He finally said: "Want to meet me?"

Qin Yidong looked back at him.

Lin Qianxi wiped his trousers with one hand, wiped it again, and finally made up his mind, stretched out, his fingers seemed to be still cold, and tried his best to pull a smile on his lips: "Hello, I am from No. [-] Middle School. , Lin Qianxi."

Qin Yidong looked at him for at least half a minute, then stretched out his hand: "I am Qin Yidong."

"Nice to meet you."

Nice to meet you again.