Small goals, first to be the world's first [Competition]

"What is your attitude!"

Hearing Zhong Yu's rebuttal, Su Haizhong couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

However, after this sentence, the corner fell into silence.

The handsome young man in his early 20s looked at him with his neck straightened, and looked at him silently without retreating. The corners of his lips that had been raised all the year round were also flattened, his gentle expression was no longer there, and he looked a little indifferent and lonely. It's like trying to keep people away from thousands of miles away.

"……Hey."

After a long time, it was Su Haizhong who broke the silence first. He rubbed his temples with a headache and sighed deeply.

He knew that Zhong Yu might have seemed a little withdrawn because he was raised by his unreliable parents since he was a child, but he thought he would be fine later, but now it seems that he has overkill.

When Su Haizhong first came into contact with Zhong Yu, he felt that he was a calm and sensible child. Later, he found that except when Su Yuan was looking for him, he was a little more lively. At other times, he was quite taciturn and reluctant to let others approach him. Su Hai, who plays basketball, feels it especially deeply.

Even if Zhong Yu was called to their house for dinner, it was Su Yuan's mother's repeated invitations and the most important half-pull and half-hug from Su Yuan's Xiaotuanzi to drag Zhong Yu out of the empty house.

The day Zhong Yu came to their house for dinner for the first time, the kid probably thought he was hiding very well, but Su Haizhong and Ye Qiurou could see clearly how helpless he was, and they just didn't expose him.

As a result, the child who was quite distressing to them at the beginning became a little narrower after going abroad for a few years.

Maybe I have some responsibility for being too busy and paying less attention in those few years... However, even if the circumstances are justifiable, the punishment for this matter cannot be less.

"Zhong Yu, do you know what you are doing?" After that burst of anger passed, Su Hai looked at Zhong Yu again and asked calmly.

Although it looks like the calm before the rain.

"I know, I want to make it easier for Yuanbao to win, isn't that right?"

"I didn't use any means. It's a legitimate game, a normal style of play, and the physical strength of cutting the ball is also for both sides. Isn't this a fair game?"

The young man spoke calmly, although the clenched fists at his side still revealed a little uneasiness in his heart.

"Fair? Do you think it's fair? Is it fair to Su Yuan?"

"It's okay for you to change your style of play, and it's not a problem if you didn't notify me, but the problem is that your style of play is not your own!"

"With the idea of ​​paving the way for Su Yuan, you deliberately imitated the style of play of the world's No. [-] Samuel Mancini. Do you think that this style of play can be the best in the matter of "paving the way for Su Yuan"?" Does it work right?"

"Yes, it's very useful. Slicing is indeed the most strenuous style of play. Enoch Rob's wrist was sprained last month and he didn't play for more than a month. After this game, his wrist probably won't be able to hold it. Another high-intensity game tonight, are you satisfied?"

"Then do you think that Su Yuan would think such behavior is fair! Will Su Yuan accept such a "charity" from you!"

In the quiet lounge, Su Hai's sonorous and forceful voice echoed in the empty space and exploded in Zhong Yu's ears.

Deafening.

"That's not charity!" As if stimulated, the young man raised his head that had been lowered by the scolding, and retorted loudly.

Like whoever has the highest voice wins.

"You don't think it's charity, what about Su Yuan?"

"I asked Su Yuan to go back to the hotel to rest first, not to help you hide this matter, but just so that he can display his normal strength at night without being affected by your matter."

"Even if I don't say it, Su Yuan will definitely be able to react after the game at night."

"What will he think?"

"He will think that you are underestimating him, and he will think that you are giving him alms."

"He will be angry, angry, and wronged."

As a father, how could he not understand his son, even with his eyes closed, Su Haizhong could guess Su Yuan's reaction when he knew about this incident. He looked at Zhong Yu and said it word by word.

This sentence was like a blow to Zhong Yu's heart, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he explained with a pale face: "How could I underestimate Yuan Bao..."

"But your behavior means that Su Yuan can't win the gold medal by himself. Your behavior makes Su Yuan feel that even if he wins the gold medal, he will feel that the name of the gold medal is unfair."

"Do you want to see Su Yuan angry and sad?"

"The lounge is left for you. You can think for yourself. I'll go first. By the way, don't go back to the hotel. Su Yuan is resting. If you are sleepy, go to Xiaolin's room to sleep. There is an empty bed in him. "

Su Hai walked to the door again, put his hand on the doorknob, sighed again, without turning his head, said the last few words behind Zhong Yu's back, opened the door and left.

... Zhong Yu looked at the door of the lounge that was brought shut by Su Haizhong, and stood silently in the middle of the empty lounge for a long while before falling weakly on the sofa in the lounge.

The clenched fist was also released. Although there were no nails left, several deep red crescent moon marks had already been pressed on the palm.

Zhong Yu bent her straight waist, staring at the white floor, complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

Will Yuan Bao be angry...?

Is it really wrong to do this...?

Can't ban the game or other punishments are not too important to Zhong Yu, he is now full of worries that Yuan Bao will ignore him.

This is his first friend, the first "brother" who is willing to cling to him and call him brother every day, and it is the first ray of light in his boring childhood without friends.

If it weren't for Su Yuan, during the years when Zhong Yu was studying abroad, according to his previous personality, he wouldn't be interested in making friends with Samuel Mancini again.

In those few years, Su Yuan had more contact with him in the first few years, but then it became less and less until Su Yuan never replied to his message. Zhong Yu also read many books about it, knowing that this was after the geographical distance became farther away. Inevitably natural and unfamiliar, but he did not accept this rhetoric at first.

I went back to the country secretly, but I didn’t know where Su Yuan was, so I sent a message to see you at the secret base. As a result, Zhong Yu waited all night in the bleak autumn wind, but he didn’t see anyone. At that time, Zhong Yu thought that Su Yuan was Don't want him anymore.

It took a lot of effort to restrain himself, and he never contacted Su Yuan again until Zhong Yu returned to China.

But he still couldn't let go of the glimmer of hope in his heart, coupled with the legitimate reason to return to China to play, Zhong Yu still went to find Su Yuan, and only then did he know all the truth...Under the ecstasy of regaining the lost, Zhong Yu has always been a little worried about gain and loss, under the worry of gain and loss , he just wanted to give everything to Su Yuan... Naturally including this world champion.

extreme?Maybe a little bit.

Zhong Yu sat on the sofa and analyzed his mentality, but for a long time, he didn't analyze it clearly.

If Yuan Bao really ignored him because of this anger, to be honest, Zhong Yu's mind is in a mess now, he doesn't know what to do, he can't even accept this possibility.

In his early twenties, no matter how calm and reliable Zhong Yu usually looks, it is mostly just a disguise he puts on himself. In fact, to be honest, he is still a big boy who has not passed puberty.

He couldn't distinguish his feelings, and he couldn't control his emotions and investment in sports. He didn't even know where his mistakes were at all this time.

Zhong Yu fell back, leaned on the back of the soft sofa chair, and closed his eyes tiredly. He thought that he needed to calm down.

"Jingle Bell--"

Suddenly the phone rang, and the screen of the mobile phone on the coffee table lit up, buzzing and vibrating.

Caller ID - Samuel Mancini.

Oh, the owner of the original style of play he imitated called, and came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime?Zhong Yu smiled self-deprecatingly, and connected the phone.

"Zhong Yu, you played this match really badly."

The video call was connected, and Samuel Mancini on the other end looked like he had just taken a shower, casually wearing a bathrobe, looked at Zhong Yu's bloodshot eyes, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then He stabbed mercilessly.

"You haven't learned any essence of my style of play. Of course, I know you probably did it on purpose to pave the way for that little cutie?"

"Zhong Yu, you haven't played a real game for a long time, have you forgotten what sports competition is?"

No. [-] in the world deserves to be No. [-] in the world. He pointed out the root cause that Su Haizhong, who was in a fit of anger, did not point out.

"Also—don't you think that your affection for your little cutie is a bit too much? Too much to inject emotion into the game, and the game will change its flavor."

Looking at Zhong Yu who was lost in thought on the other side of the phone, Samuel chuckled and hung up the phone.

He has already reminded him of what should be reminded, and it is up to Zhong Yu himself to understand how he can understand it. Samuel rarely has such a good friend who can get along well, so he naturally does not want Zhong Yu to be depressed because of this incident.

However, he still believed in his vision of making friends. Although Zhong Yu's match was a bit poor, he believed that Zhong Yu would adjust quickly.

After all, this person's love and hard work for table tennis is amazing to anyone who sees it. Samuel Mancini is still looking forward to meeting the real Zhong Yu who uses his own style of play on the court.

The arena and private practice are completely different feelings.

Imitate your own style of play?Heh, next time on the real field, he will show Zhong Yu what a real chop is.

Samuel curled his lips and sent a message to their coach.

……

Zhong Yu, who was hung up on the phone, recalled Samuel's words, and finally sorted out some important points from the mess of thoughts.

He seemed to understand, and seemed to be a little bit close.

His physical exhaustion made his mental state not good, too bad, Zhong Yu thought, this is something that he absolutely can't figure out.

Let's get some sleep, and then wake up at night to watch Yuanbao's match... Although things are a bit complicated now, the champion of this match should still belong to his Yuanbao.

Since the second semi-final in the morning lasted longer than expected, in order to give the winner enough rest time, the final in the evening was postponed for one hour.

After getting enough sleep in the afternoon, Su Yuan came to the arena full of energy. After looking around, he found that there was one person missing.

Where's the potato?

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, it's still short of the last kick to wake Zhong Yu up - it will come from our lovely Yuan Bao - the master XD