The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

That's what I said, but in the next year, although Xia Lin saw Qiao Qisheng every day, they only met each other at school in the morning, and after a few chats, they went about their own business.

In addition, Qiao Qi was promoted to the national team and did not train in the original venue, and the training intensity was more intense and longer, so the unshakeable make-up classes were forced to stop every night.

It's just that he will take a little time every week to help Xia Lin with the course, and there will be no other intersections.

The two seem to have changed from intimacy to inseparability all of a sudden.

This situation continued until Xia Lin entered the provincial team and represented the province in the national competition for the first time, only to see Qiao Qisheng's name on the entry list.

On the night before the start of the game, Xia Lin was listening to music and packing up at home. He didn't notice someone knocking on the door, and saw someone coming in.

He was startled, and just about to shout, seeing that it was Qiao Qisheng, he immediately stopped: "Brother?"

After all, he hadn't seen him at night for almost a year, and he felt strange.

"I'm packing my luggage." Qiao Qisheng stood at the door and didn't go in. "Do you need help?"

"No, it will be ready soon." Xia Lin stuffed the last short sleeve into the bag and closed the box, "Brother, don't you need to train tonight?"

Qiao Qisheng nodded: "The competition is about to start, so we won't practice much."

"Oh, yes, are you still going to participate in the World Championships?" Xia Lin was a little cautious, and the predecessor let him in, "Wait a minute, I'll pour you a glass of water."

"No, I'll come..." Qiao Qisheng paused, "I just wanted to ask about your grades. I've been busy all year, so I didn't take care of it."

Whether you want to drink or not, Xia Lin went to the kitchen to pour him a glass, handed it to him and sat next to him: "It's much better than before, I've already swam for 1 minute, the last time the coach gave me a time, it was... ..."

Xia Lin thought for a while: "57 seconds 86, it's even worse than my brother."

Qiao Qisheng rubbed his hair habitually: "Sooner or later we will catch up."

"Yeah." Xia Lin nodded.

Then there was a silence, and it was Yang Pingping who broke the deadlock: "Come, Qisheng, eat some fruit."

"Thank you, auntie." Qiao Qisheng next, pierced a piece of cantaloupe with a toothpick and handed it to Xia Lin, "You go first."

"Don't worry about him, he eats it every day." Yang Pingping also sat down, "Look, it's going to be different when I go to high school, and I'm a young man."

Qiao Qisheng lowered his head, pursed his lips, smiled and said nothing, and stuffed a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth: "This melon is really sweet."

"Well, eat more." Yang Pingping stood up, "I won't bother you if you two talk."

With the bedroom door closed and the two of them in the confined space, Xia Lin felt a little awkward.

He cleared his throat: "Brother, you are going to be in the first year of high school."

"En." Qiao Qisheng nodded, "You will be in junior high school next year, have you decided where to go?"

"Just go to the experiment and go to the same school as you." After Xia Lin finished speaking, he reached out to eat a melon, but Qiao Qisheng also stuck a toothpick on the melon.

The two paused for a second, then looked at each other for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after Xia Lin laughed out loud, the relationship between the two returned to the past.

He took out a small notebook from his bag and handed it to Qiao Qisheng: "Brother, I drew this in my free time, and I give it to you."

From the first time Qiao Qisheng saw the paintings he drew for himself, he felt that he was very talented. If he didn't take the road of sports, he would probably be a small painter now.

He flipped through the picture album page by page, and there were all flowers, plants, trees and people in it, and most of the characters were swimming in the water.

At first Qiao Qisheng didn't pay attention, but when he turned to the last page, he realized it, looked from the back to the front, and finally asked: "Xia Lin, what you drew is me?"

Xia Lin kept laughing tensely, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you are so stupid, you just found out."

Looking at the lifelike self in the painting book, Qiao Qisheng was torn somewhere in his heart: "Why do you want to draw me?"

"Hmm..." Xia Lin frowned and rubbed her chin with her hands, "I just think you should be prettier than me, and I will take you as an example."

After finishing speaking, he leaned on Qiao Qisheng's shoulder and looked at the ceiling: "Brother, tell me, when will I be able to enter the national team like you? Then we can train together."

Xia Lin looked at the sky for a long time without getting a response. He looked up and saw him looking at him. At that moment, he didn't know if it was an illusion. Xia Lin saw something different in his eyes, but he couldn't tell what it was. What.

"Brother?" He left Qiao Qisheng's shoulder and waved his hands in front of him.

"Ah?" Qiao Qisheng came back to his senses and let out a long sigh of relief, "What did you say?"

"What are you thinking? So serious, you didn't even hear me." Xia Lin sat up straight and repeated the question just now.

"Yes, participate more, pay attention to communicating with the coach, and work hard for at least another year, and the results will improve, so you can talk about everything." Qiao Qisheng turned his head and rubbed his forehead after speaking.

What were you thinking just now!

"Brother, show me what I need to improve." Xia Lin got up and walked out, "I'll get the camera, and I asked the coach to record it."

"Mom, where is my camera?" Xia Lin went out to look for it for a long time but couldn't find it.

"Oh, your dad is going to record something, and he is formatting it with that." After Yang Pingping finished speaking, she pointed to Xia Chengguo who was sitting in front of the computer.

Xia Lin: "!!! Dad is merciful!"

However, it was too late, and when he ran over, there was not even a scum left in Kari, it was gone.

"Dad... I still have the video..." At this moment, Xia Lin was like a deflated ball, wanting to curse.

"Brother..." He dragged his tired body back to the house, sat down and fell into Qiao Qisheng's arms, lying on his lap, "Dad formatted my camera...the video is gone."

Qiao Qisheng swallowed and pushed him aside.

"Brother, what are you doing? I can't even lie down." Xia Lin looked up at him, "It's so sad."

Qiao Qisheng didn't mean that at all: "No, I have practiced too much these days, and my legs hurt."

"Oh." Xia Lin knew what it was like to have leg pain, and immediately sat up, "There is no other way, I can't watch it anymore."

"It's okay, I'll show you when the game is over."