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

Two weeks later, Yang Pingping went to pick Xia Lin home that night. Not long after arriving, she saw Xia Lin running out of the bag with a small bag on her back, and went straight to her arms: "Mom, Coach Cui told me to go next week Basic class training, but I don't want to go, then I have to change coaches."

Yang Pingping was taken aback for a moment, and then recalled what Cui Shengli said last time, that she would enter the basic class in a month.

It now appears to be more than two weeks earlier than expected.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw Cui Shengli coming over with a water glass in his hand: "Mom Xia Lin, you are here, so I have something to tell you."

"Xia Lin, wait here for mom, I'm going to talk to the coach." Yang Pingping said while stroking his head.

Walking up to the coach, Yang Pingping said, "Coach Cui, I heard from Xia Lin that you want him to start training in the basic class next week?"

"Yeah." Cui Shengli nodded, "This child is more talented than I imagined, as a parent, he must cultivate it well."

Yang Pingping, who hadn't prepared much, chatted with Cui Shengli for more than ten minutes. After watching him leave, she pulled Xia Lin, who was watching other people's training, out.

"Mom, have you told Coach Cui? I don't want to go to the basic class." Xia Lin walked out while clutching the lollipop, shaking Yang Pingping's hand from time to time.

"Xia Lin, you can also meet Coach Cui in the basic class, right, and it's not suitable for you to stay in the introductory class at your current level." After thinking about it, Yang Pingping still felt that she should tell the truth.

"It can be seen that he is different from his teaching." Xia Lin stopped, took Yang Pingping's hand, her mouth was raised high, and she looked very dissatisfied, "Coach Cui is very good."

"Mom knows that Coach Cui is a good person, but your swimming is getting better and better. You must go higher." Yang Pingping knelt down to discuss with him.

"I don't, I don't want to." Xia Lin shook her hand away with an unhappy expression on her face. She didn't eat the lollipop in her hand, hoping that she would promise not to go to the basic class.

Yang Pingping thought for a while and said, "What class is your brother Qisheng in?"

Xia Lin blinked her eyes and pondered for a while: "It seems to be... a professional team."

"That's right, then brother Qisheng's level is better than yours, who is better?" Yang Pingping asked again.

"Brother Qisheng is good." Xia Lin scratched her head, "But I can't go to the professional team."

"Son, I heard from my mother that everything can't be done in one step. It comes gradually. You are in the basic class this year, and you will go to the key class next year. Then the year after that, you will be on a professional team with your brother Qisheng?" Yang Pingping sometimes I really don't understand his brain circuit.

Parents can't speak well, and when Qiao Qisheng is mentioned, it's like a voodoo, and they can't be obedient.

"Really?" Charlene asked.

"Of course, when did Mom lie to you?" Yang Pingping sighed, and sometimes she would thank Qiao Qisheng, without him, it would not be too difficult to convince Xia Lin.

After hearing this, Xia Lin regained her spirits, took a bite of the lollipop, and pulled her forward vigorously: "Then hurry up, I want to go back and tell Brother Qisheng about this."

It was not too early when I went back that day, and Yang Pingping was not sure what Xia Lin would ask, so she had to communicate with Qiao Qisheng in advance, so she repeatedly stopped and asked Xia Lin to ask again tomorrow.

On the next Saturday, according to Xia Lin's usual temperament, he must sleep late.

But he was still thinking about asking Qiao Qisheng about the swimming team. At six o'clock in the morning, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes and was about to go downstairs to find someone.

Just as she was about to open the door, Xia Lin was stopped by Yang Pingping: "Why are you going this early in the morning?"

"I'm going to find Brother Qisheng." Xia Lin stepped to open the door, and was pulled back by Yang Pingping the next second.

"It's only six o'clock, and I haven't woken up yet." Yang Pingping yawned, thinking that it was Saturday and she would be able to sleep soundly, but it turned out that this kid got up earlier than chickens.

"Get up, get up, Brother Qisheng gets up for a run at six o'clock, I know." Xia Lin ignored Yang Pingping's objection, opened the door and ran out.

Yang Pingping didn't hold her back and slipped out.

She lay on the handrail of the stairs: "Go downstairs slowly, don't fall!"

She let out a long breath.

fortunately.

I informed Qiao Qisheng about this last night.

"Brother Qisheng, brother Qisheng, are you up?" Xia Lin ran downstairs and knocked on the door of his house, and the door opened after a few knocks.

The one who opened the door was Qiao Qisheng dressed neatly: "Why are you here?"

"Are you going for a run? Take me with you." Xia Lin took his hand and pulled it away.

"Wait, wait a minute, I'll put on my shoes." Qiao Qisheng couldn't resist him, so he quickly put on his shoes and followed him out.

Xia Lin couldn't wait, and asked before leaving the corridor: "Brother, do you know Coach Cui?"

"Well, the enlightenment coach." Qiao Qisheng responded.

This is the truth.

Although Yang Pingping came to look for him last night, saying that Xia Lin might look for him today, and told him not to go out of his way.

But what she said are all facts, and there is nothing to lie about.

"Really." Xia Lin's eyes lit up, "Then you also joined the professional team after the basic class?"

Qiao Qisheng stared at him, hesitated for two seconds, then nodded: "Yes."

Although there is a key class in the middle, it is not much different.

"It's true, Coach Cui said that I can go to the basic class next week, and I still think about it." Xia Lin turned around and walked backwards, "But I have decided, I will go, so I It’s great to be on the same team with my brother soon.”

Qiao Qisheng looked at the innocent smile on his face, pursed his lips and smiled, pulled him around to face the front, and ran forward suddenly: "Then you have to catch up with me first."

The morning run, which was originally a bit boring, added a lot of fun to the two people fighting and laughing.

In the end, the two stopped at a breakfast shop next to the community.

Xia Lin took Qiao Qisheng's hand and shook it a few times, pointing to the newly baked yellow fritters on the stall: "Brother, I want to eat that too."

"No." Qiao Qisheng swallowed, "You are still young, you can't eat fried food, it's not good for your health."

"But it smells so good." Xia Lin unconsciously took a few steps forward, "Really."

"Brother, can't you smell it?"

Qiao Qisheng touched the pocket of his trousers: "Xia Lin, wait for me here."

Xia Lin let go of his hand, and quickly asked, "Brother, why are you going?"

"Go home and get the money."

A few minutes later, Qiao Qisheng ran back sweating profusely. Seeing that Xia Lin was still in place, he let go of his hanging heart.

Just when she got home to get the money, Yan Hongjuan heard that he had left Xia Lin outside alone, so she gave him a good training and asked him to go back quickly.

So he ran back quickly after taking the money, for fear that Xia Lin would lose it.

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry, you're sweating." Xia Lin raised her little hand to help him wipe off the sweat from his forehead, very carefully and seriously.

Although his hands didn't absorb sweat at all, Qiao Qisheng still bent over to let him wipe his sweat, but he thought in his heart: If he loses such a lovely person, he probably won't be able to forgive himself for several lifetimes.

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