After my boyfriend lost his memory, I became his nemesis

Backstage, the coach asked the two to pack up and go back.

And said: "The final is three days later, these three days, you don't have to go back, you can directly stay in the dormitory, don't need high-intensity training, simply exercise your muscles, eat a reasonable diet, and ensure the best competition state."

It was not the first time for the two of them to live in a dormitory, and they had no complaints, but when the coach mentioned the word dormitory, the two subconsciously looked at each other, their ears turning red.

Qin Ran raised his hand and coughed lightly, then turned his head awkwardly.

"What's the matter with you, your throat is uncomfortable, don't make me sick at this critical moment." The coach's face was not very good, and he couldn't tell if he was angry or worried.

As a result, Qin Ran was even more embarrassed. He took a sip of water and held back for a long time before saying, "I'm fine, coach, don't worry."

The coach waved his hand: "It's better to be fine, let's go, I'll take you back."

After walking two steps, he remembered something again, turned his head, glanced at Qin Ran's hand, saw Su Ziqian on the side, endured it, and finally said nothing.

Give Qin Ran a look that you can do it yourself.

This made Qin Ran really helpless.

Back in the dormitory, Qin Ran went to the bathroom to take a shower, Su Ziqian didn't argue with him, and after he got in, he started to rummage through the box to find the ointment he had brought.

The one last night was almost used up, this one is new.

He put it in the palm of his hand, squeezed it slightly, then moved his eyes to the bathroom, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

Something strange slipped through my heart.

It was only when Qin Ran turned on the faucet that she realized how serious her hand was. It was so serious that she tried twice and used both hands to open the handle.

When I scratched my scalp, I realized that my five fingers could no longer close together.

He couldn't help frowning, staring at his hand for a full five seconds before sighing silently: I'm afraid I won't be able to draw again in the future.

An indescribable feeling in my heart.

Qin Ran came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair, and walked to the bed. He was so tired that he just wanted to lie down now.

Within two steps, I realized something was wrong.

"Su Ziqian." Qin Ran froze as she wiped her hair. Feeling the touch from behind, her heart beat a little faster.

Su Ziqian hugged him from behind, reached out and took off the towel from his hand: "Don't move, I'll wipe it for you."

Qin Ran's eyelashes drooped slightly, so he really didn't move any more, allowing Su Ziqian to push him to the side of the bed and sit down, and gently dried his hair with his hands.

He couldn't think of so much at this time, and he was happy to enjoy it if someone was willing to help.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he lay down on the big bed behind him.

Su Ziqian put his hand around his waist, for fear that he would hit him.

Seeing him lying down, she withdrew her hand and brushed his half-dried hair again.

"Qin Ran?" He called out in a low voice, but found that Qin Ran didn't respond, and only after looking at him did he realize that he was already asleep.

Su Ziqian had no choice but to let go of him lightly, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

As soon as the sound of water in the bathroom rang, Qin Ran sat up, her eyes were deep, and she didn't know what to think.

He lowered his eyes, looked at his hands, then dragged the ointment on the table, and rubbed some indiscriminately.

Wipe yourself upset.

He sighed and lay down on the bed again, this time he really fell asleep.

When Su Ziqian came out of the bathroom, he could hear his light breathing.

Seeing the unapplied ointment on Qin Ran's hand, his eyes darkened and he strode forward.

Just like the night before, squatting in front of the bed, I started to work.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and I don't know how long it has passed.

It took a long time for Qin Ran's hands to become smooth and soft before he stood up.

Throwing away the towel, Su Ziqian turned and walked out of the room.

He went straight to the place where the coach lived and knocked on the coach's door.

As soon as the door opened, he didn't allow the coach to speak, and asked directly: "What happened to Qin Ran's hand, did you already know? Can he still participate in the game?"

"What's going on, what's wrong with his hand?" The coach pretended to be confused and looked at Su Ziqian without changing his expression.

Su Ziqian squinted his eyes to meet the coach's eyes, and didn't see any problem for a long time, so he said, "You don't know, his hands are so red, don't you think there is a problem at all?"

"Qin Ran's hands are really special, they are so delicate, you can't say there are professional boxers' hands, they are so delicate, but his fists are powerful, as you have seen, it is not useless to beat you, So what are you worried about?"

Su Ziqian was a little angry: "Coach, do you really not understand or pretend to not understand, whether he can still hit with his hand, and whether there will be after-effects after the fight, I have to know all these."

This question is really tricky.

The coach pondered for two seconds before saying: "You shouldn't ask me this question, you have to ask Qin Ran, I really don't know about his hands."

If it weren't for the fact that he was the coach, Su Ziqian felt that his fist would have been thrown away long ago.

"What kind of coach are you?" Su Ziqian yelled, then turned and left.

The coach shrugged innocently: "Everyone's temper is so stubborn, what should I do? If you have the ability, you can find out for yourself. Why do I know? You don't know when you are with him every day, it can only show that you are stupid. .”

Stupid Su Ziqian didn't rush back to the room, but turned around and went downstairs, went to the cafeteria, ordered a few delicious meals, packed them up, and then returned to the dormitory where the two lived.

Seeing that Qin Ran still wanted to wake up, he hid the food under the quilt to keep warm.

Just after hiding, Qin Ran turned over and woke up.

He didn't sleep well at first, Su Ziqian went out and came in, he more or less knew.

Seeing Su Ziqian bent over in front of the bed, not knowing what to do, he grabbed his messy hair and asked, "What are you doing?"

Su Ziqian didn't expect Qin Ran to wake up at this time. Su Ziqian, who had seen Qin Ran wake up, shook his hands, and the soup spilled out of the food wrapped in the quilt, which made him feel embarrassed.

"You... you wake up, eat... eat." Su Ziqian hurriedly brought out the food.

Frowning, he looked at the quilt for two seconds, then turned around, opened the table, and put the food on it.

After that, under Qin Ran's surprised gaze, he shook the quilt and stuffed the side with the soup inside.

Qin Ran pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Su Ziqian handed him the chopsticks: "Let's eat."

Qin Ran glanced at the food, all of which he usually likes to eat.

Somewhat surprised, he couldn't help but look up at Su Ziqian: "How...how did you know?"

"We are together every day, as long as I am not blind or brain-dead, I will know, isn't it strange?"

How can it not be strange, if a person does not have a heart, how can he remember another person's preferences, unless he cares about the other person in his heart!

Qin Ran thought narcissistically.