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

Xia Lin scratched her head: "What do I think? Brother, I didn't think about anything, I just thought my senior was pretty, hehe."

Qiao Qisheng, who had already thought about how to explain, was relieved to hear him say this, but he didn't dare to slack off, and moved a step to the side to block his sight so that he could look at him, and asked, "Are you going to PE class later?"

"No." Xia Lin shook her head, and tilted her head to see the girl, but Qiao Qisheng blocked her.

Qiao Qisheng hugged his neck to the side, wanting to leave the place of trouble: "Then you come to me."

"Oh, look, I almost forgot." Xia Lin turned around and hugged him, "Brother, I'm in the national team!"

After taking out the word list, they all knew each other, and when they were grouped together, Qiao Qisheng seemed to suddenly not understand. The hand that wanted to hug him was hanging in the air, and it took a while to realize: "What did you say?"

"Is it unbelievable? I think it's unbelievable. I thought it would be the year of the monkey, but I didn't expect it. Hahahaha, I'm in the national team!" Xia Lin let go of him and knocked on the wall of the corridor while laughing like an excited Monkey, "The coach of the national team, Jason Wu, came to me just now and said that I would be able to join the national team next month. Do you know him? Jason Wu, Director Wu."

Qiao Qisheng nodded: "I know."

"Wow, my God." Xia Lin covered his mouth and turned around in circles, as if he had won 500 million, he stretched out his arm, "Brother, pinch me to let me know this is not a dream, I still don't believe it , if it is a dream within a dream, then waking up is not self-moving."

Qiao Qisheng looked at his outstretched hand, he didn't pinch it, held it tightly, and didn't speak.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why don't you talk?" Seeing that he didn't pinch, Xia Lin pulled out his hand and pinched himself.

"Hiss, it hurts."

"Are you stupid?" Qiao Qisheng grabbed his hand and rubbed it for him, "It's not a dream, it's real."

"Then you don't talk or smile, are you unhappy?" Xia Lin tilted her head and looked up at him.

Although Xia Lin grew taller at a rocket speed, Qiao Qisheng was taller than him at 1.9 meters straight, and he still raised his head every time he spoke.

After watching for a long time, he lowered his head: "Did I disturb your good business?"

"No." Qiao Qisheng shook his head, "Why do you think so?"

"Then why do you have such an expression?" Xia Lin pointed at his face, unable to tell what it was like.

"I'm just..." Qiao Qisheng took a deep breath, "I'm happy for you, I'm a little excited, I don't know what to say."

He turned around and pinched the bridge of his nose to hold back the tears, how could he cry in front of Xia Lin.

Xia Lin went around to look at him: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Tell me."

Qiao Qisheng avoided him and didn't let him see, until he suppressed his tears, he smiled: "Congratulations, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"Okay!" Xia Lin went up to hug him again, then looked at his watch, "Hey, it's about time, I have to leave quickly."

Xia Lin waved at him while running towards the stairs: "Brother, I'm leaving first."

Qiao Qisheng looked at his back, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Finally, let him wait until Xia Lin entered the national team.

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On his first day in the national team, Qiao Qisheng took him around, and finally stopped in front of the dormitory: "Xia Lin, do you live at home or in a dormitory?"

"Me?" Xia Lin pointed at herself.

"En." Qiao Qisheng nodded.

"Can I live in a dormitory?" Xia Lin didn't remember Jason Wu telling him about the dormitory, so he wasn't sure.

"Yes." Qiao Qisheng replied, "Of course."

"Then I live in the dormitory just like my brother." Xia Lin replied with a smile, and then said, "But Director Wu didn't tell me about it. I don't know if I can live in it. Besides, I haven't told my mother yet."

"Director Wu will tell you, Auntie, as long as you agree, I can help you." Qiao Qisheng said.

Xia Lin grabbed his neck and pulled him into his arms: "I know that brother treats me the best."

"Brother, what's the dormitory like, take me in and have a look around."

"Let go first." Qiao Qisheng was almost unsteady under his lead, his body showed a weird line, and he was so uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'm sorry Brother Ha, I'm a little excited." Xia Lin quickly let go of him, patted his clothes, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

He looked at the gate of the swimming team dormitory, and sighed long: "Finally, I'm finally here."

"Come on, I'll show you around my dormitory." Qiao Qisheng took his hand and walked inside.

Qiao Qisheng's dormitory is on the second floor, with two bedrooms and one living room, but currently he is the only one living in it, and it is quite spacious.

Pushing open the door, Xia Lin let out a "wow" as if he had never seen the world, and then rushed in immediately: "Brother, is this the treatment of the national team? It's too good!"

He looked back and forth in the room, as if interested in everything, and finally took off a medal from the display on the wall: "This is the one from the World Championships, right?"

"En." Qiao Qisheng nodded.

"I wear it." Xia Lin was so envious, even if it was a silver medal, she still felt extremely honored.

He walked to the mirror and looked left and right, and looked at Qiao Qisheng standing behind him from the mirror: "How about it, brother, do you match me well?"

Qiao Qisheng stepped forward, stared at the silver medal on his chest for a while, then shook his head: "Not worthy."

"Why?" Xia Lin pouted, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"A gold medal is more suitable for you." Qiao Qisheng smiled and pushed him, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

As soon as the music blossomed, Xia Lin took off the silver medal from her neck and put it away as it was, and followed happily: "I also think the gold medal is more suitable for me."

Then he moved closer to Qiao Qisheng: "I match you too."

Qiao Qisheng, who was turning over something for him to eat, paused for a moment, and then turned out a bag of chicken breast: "There's only this."

"..." Xia Lin spread her hands, "Brother, you should keep this kind of delicacy for yourself. I'm going to eat fried chicken later."

"Xia Lin, you must pay attention to your diet when you enter the national team. The World Series is different. So many foreign players are staring at you. Once you win a few gold medals, you will attract more attention. Pay attention to every word and deed." Qiao Qisheng knew He doesn't like to eat these, but he can't help it. It's a rule, and it's also the most basic quality of an athlete.

"Okay, okay, I know, I'll..." Xia Lin was still talking when the phone rang.

Qiao Qisheng stuffed the things back and watched him go to the balcony to make a phone call, the corners of his mouth still uncontrollably raised, feeling a little awkward.

When Xia Lin came back from the phone call, he saw Qiao Qisheng sitting there with his clothes on his shoulders, ready to interrogate him, and said, "Brother, I'm leaving first, my classmates are looking for me."

"Who is it?" Qiao Qisheng raised his eyelids and looked at him and asked.

"Hey, it's just a classmate who said he has something for me." Xia Lin smiled and walked towards the door, unexpectedly, Qiao Qisheng caught up with him a few steps and grabbed him.

Xia Lin was startled: "Brother, what are you doing? I'll come back as soon as I go."

Realizing that he was being impolite, Qiao Qisheng cleared his throat, let go of his hand, retracted it, and paused for a few seconds before saying, "I'm fine, I'm with you."

"Oh, let's go then."