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Wan Sui deliberately tried: "Do you also try your best in the training match?"

"How about examining my attitude?" Yu Wenqiu raised a smile, like a star in the starless night, "If you don't try your best in the training match, you won't be able to fight in the official match. Don't worry, I will Thoughts are fine."

Wan Sui lowered his head and smiled: "It's been a long time since you called me that."

Yu Wenqiu changed his words obediently: "Captain."

Wan Sui hummed cooperatively.

After a moment of silence, Wan Sui seemed to be a little curious: "You can dance a dance in 2 minutes, and you can dance beautifully. With such a talent, wouldn't it be a pity to give up?"

Yu Wenqiu pursed his lips and snorted, a little embarrassed, but couldn't hide his triumph: "Well, does it look good?"

Wan Sui felt that he had missed the point, but he was very accommodating to him: "...you look good. You look good."

Yu Wenqiu groaned dully, curling his fingertips lightly.

I was praised as I wished, but I didn't know how to answer it.

So Yu Wenqiu was quiet for a moment, then took the initiative to focus back, and asked solemnly: "Captain, do you think it's a waste of my talent to kill Xiao Xiao three times as a mechanic solo?"

Wan Sui didn't seem to expect him to say that, and raised his eyebrows a little.

Yu Wenqiu propped his hands behind his back, looked up at the clear dividing line where the edge of the awning intersected with the night sky, and said, "When I was young, I didn't volunteer to be a trainee."

Wan Sui was taken aback.

For the first time, he was a little curious about other people's past experiences.

It was also the first time that someone was willing to tell me about their past experiences...and felt unexpectedly happy.

He listened silently and carefully.

"My family's conditions are not very good. My birth should have caused me, er, my... parents a lot of trouble. Once I accidentally heard them quarreling, saying that having me was purely a troublesome accident, maybe It was just a moment of anger from the superiors, because in the end, for some reason, I was left behind. I didn’t understand it at the time, but when I grew up, I could barely understand it. They probably felt that I had tied them up. life."

"When I was eleven or twelve years old, Xinghan Entertainment wanted to recruit a group of children to be trainees, to cultivate that kind of route. My... my mother ran into the audition. I suspect that they never considered whether this company is a liar or not. Is it a human trafficker, so he sent me there...but luckily it wasn't."

When Yu Wenqiu mentioned his parents, there was a subtle pause between his words, because he was really not used to such a title.

In Wan Sui's view, this seemed to be a sign of a strange relationship with his parents.

"Although I was selected by luck, I was in my teens, and my physical condition was not as good as those children who learned dance since childhood, so every time I went to dance practice, I would feel very painful-because as long as I practice dance, it will hurt. , will be injured."

"I don't like studying, but I miss my school and my classmates very much. But I have to pay money to be a trainee in the company, which is tens of thousands, which is more expensive than the tuition fee. What if I become a celebrity in the future and I can earn money? I gritted my teeth and squeezed it out. Obviously they made the decision for me, but they would turn around and blame me for being a money-loser."

"So I don't dare to say that I want to go back to school. I can only practice dance hard and painful every day, [-] hours a day, just to meet their expectations one day. But...how should I put it?" , I later understood that their expectations were not based on... parents want their children to live well, they just want me to be able to treat them well and improve their lives.”

"Well, but I think God will really give desperate people a chance. I was selected by the company to participate in the trainee training program of a Korean company. The company paid for it. They were so happy that they took me out shopping together for the first time. , bought new clothes, ate Dondex, and gave me a suitcase, which I have been using until now."

Wan Sui suddenly remembered that when Yu Wenqiu came to the base to record a program on the first day, he was carrying a small black suitcase alone, as if it was all his luggage alone.

Did you feel so lonely when you went to a foreign country in your early years?

Wan Sui felt a slight pain in his heart for no reason.

He asked: "At such a young age, have you ever been afraid of running to an unfamiliar place?"

"I was afraid, of course I was afraid, but so what, they don't need me. I don't remember anything else, I just remember that every time they smiled at me, they were sending me away. So I dare not be afraid , I have no other way to go.” Yu Wenqiu seemed not to want to talk too lonely, so he changed his voice, “But when I went abroad, it was the first time I felt that dancing seemed to be pretty good. This thing just became cool for me because it could change my life and how other people see me and their attitude, and I started to like dancing a little bit.”

Wan Sui understood Yu Wenqiu's thoughts—he didn't really like dancing.

Only when he "likes" dancing can he make himself happier, and only by getting something from dancing can he live a more solid and hopeful life.

Wan Suixin's child who wants to be sensible is indeed not born sensible.

Either the parents are well educated, or they are well educated by life.

A corner of the night sky couldn't hold Wan Sui's thoughts, instead he thought about many things endlessly, and finally settled on an unimportant sentence: "No wonder cooking is so delicious."

Yu Wenqiu smiled, and a little pride rose in his eyes.

"Later, I stayed in South Korea for two years, and the trainees there were very scary. I have to admit that there are people out there. I practiced for [-] hours is the limit, but they can practice [-] hours a day. Hours, so I started suffering again."

Yu Wenqiu's voice paused, and slowly said with mixed truth and falsehood according to memory:

"One time when I was practicing exercises, my forearm was broken. I had no choice but to rest for a month and a half...the company only allowed me to rest for a month and a half. I suspect that my bones have not grown well at all. But during the recovery period, I was bored and looked for things on my own. Yes, Koreans love to play games, and there are many famous teams, so I came into contact with the Torch. Well, it happened to be in the S game at the time, and it was your first year as the captain. You are a runner-up, and I also think you are [-] times cooler than dancing—of course, you are still more suitable to win the championship."

"...There is no one who is suitable to win the championship." Wan Sui felt that Yu Wenqiu's words were a little naive, but even though he was naive, he did not shy away from revealing his trust in him.Wan Sui was surprised and asked, "Remember so clearly? Have you been watching my game so long?"

"Yes, I am your honorable old fan." Yu Wenqiu rubbed his nose, slightly embarrassed but still said bluntly, "There are many stars, but you are the only one I have chased after."

"I have replayed every game of yours, tried my best to follow every live broadcast of yours, and played Torchfire for a month and a half while wearing a plaster cast. I thought about my talent It's really amazing, you just hooked up the internet addiction of a little boy like this."

Wan Sui smiled when he heard this: "So this pot is waiting for me here."

Yu Wenqiu was also grinning, and even bent his eyes, using an excuse to reveal his own, original love.

"After returning to China, I have the ability to take on some projects to earn money back for my parents, and save some money for myself. The first computer I bought in the dormitory was Acer's Holy Shield. The original keyboard had fancy lighting effects. I find it very pretty."

Wan Sui spoke softly, with a smile in his words: "So you still have this aesthetic now? Those who like flash, can't walk when they see my computer."

"Well," Yu Wenqiu thought to himself, more often than not, he couldn't walk when he saw you, so he hesitated, "That's right."

Anyway, the first computer he came into contact with in the orphanage had lights on the keyboard.

"At the age of 16, the company planned the direction for the selected trainees and re-signed the contract. I didn't have to practice hard every day like before, and I didn't have to spend all my time dancing. I was really relieved. I can still play when I have time. Gain points in playing games—let me explain, I have always been pretty good, but the points I managed to get up to, fell off again after a period of time when I didn’t have time to play.”

"Captain, do you know what our dance practice room looks like?"

Wan Sui said, "Maybe you can imagine a room with a mirror on the wall?"

"Well, almost, there are mirrors inlaid on all sides, giving me a feeling that if I don't do a little bit, I will be invisible and magnified infinitely." Yu Wenqiu said, "I actually thought at that time, if I could escape In the practice room, just do what you really like - like playing games, I really like playing games, that's one of the few times when I feel comfortable and happy."

"I didn't expect to be able to play professionally at the time. I thought that no matter how good I played, I was just escaping reality in the virtual world. But I figured it out recently. I practiced for [-] hours day after day and the dance was painful. But the mechanic I train for fourteen hours day after day doesn't. I can barely get a little satisfaction from dancing and singing, but when I think about it, I actually have a chance to stand on the field like you, and even... Even being next to you makes my blood boil, as if all the hard work that must be put in is no longer boring and painful."

The rebirth experience is outrageous and metaphysical, and the past and mental journey of the two people are indistinguishably mixed together, reshaping the current Yu Wenqiu.

He said with some relief: "I don't know what surprises are waiting for tomorrow. I want to do what I really want to do, and stand with... and the person I have always dreamed of. No matter what environment I am in now, I will work hard. It’s always right to try.”

The early morning wind brought a little bit of coolness.

Yu Wenqiu's words were hot.

His legs shook restlessly again, and Wan Sui was standing beside him, occasionally touching each other's shoulders.

Yu Wenqiu lowered his head to look at his hands, his fingers intertwined unconsciously:

"Whether I have talent or what kind of talent I have, God has the final say. Whether I recognize my talent, whether I can do it or not, I have the final say. After all, the hobbies forced by others are different from my own love. Hobbies are temporary. I don’t think it’s a pity if I put it aside, I can pick it up again at any time, even if I can’t reach the peak, it doesn’t matter, but I can’t love it. What I love is... Only when I persist until that second, I know that that second is my turning point , If you can’t catch that turning point, you will suffer and regret for the rest of your life.”

"Tsk, Zhen Shi is so badass," Yu Wenqiu changed the subject and said very displeased, "You don't know how to be blessed when you are blessed."

Wan Sui tilted his head, looking silently at the end of Yu Wenqiu's eyes.

After a while, he smiled and said, "But I'm quite grateful to him."

Yu Wenqiu frowned, and looked at Wan Sui incomprehensibly.

Wan Sui looked back into his eyes, a little grateful: "Without him, I would not be able to find you."

Yu Wenqiu's heart beat suddenly.

Wan Sui suddenly couldn't bear Yu Wenqiu's eyes, because there were too many straightforward and passionate desires in those eyes - he knew that he had a place in that straightforward and passionate desire.

So Wan Sui stretched out his hands to rub his hair, making his eyes narrowed and his gaze restrained.

"It's 01:30, let's go back." Before leaving, Wan Sui said, "Maybe you think they don't need you..."

Wan Sui paused, then looked back at Yu Wenqiu: "But I need it."

Yu Wenqiu's eyes followed Wan Sui's fingertips retracted from the tip of his hair, and he let out a muffled oh.