river bank, river bank

For the camping training, the time was rushed.

Looking at the new message from Yi Tian, ​​Coach Jiao didn't reply for a long time.He had heard a little about what happened in the training room five and a half hours ago.

Yi Xiaotian, the talkative master, is not called for nothing. Almost every player who loses will be ridiculed.

Coach Jiao also made up his mind to stimulate the fighting spirit of the group of youngsters, so he simply ignored it and enjoyed listening to it.

Unexpectedly, Yi Tian just finished talking, saying 'I don't really want to waste time with 1E's players', and in the blink of an eye, he took the initiative to contact him, and blew 1E into the sky with a good word.

Immediately afterwards, an invitation to live together was thrown out.

It seems that Kik and 1E have been friends for more than ten years, and the relationship is very good.It was not Yi Tian who spoke out after the training match, but his long-lost half-brother.

And Bai San, who was abused by him from the beginning to the end, and called "little chicken" every bite, I don't know if he was sober, or something wrong, and suddenly became a very promising champion reserve player.He also said that if Baisan fails the trial training, or it doesn't matter, he is willing to take over and let Baisan transfer from 1E to Kik, and the transfer fee is negotiable.

Does this person have no principles?

Coach Jiao frowned. If he had spat with his defeated opponent five and a half hours ago, no, even a day or two ago, he would never have done what Yi Tian did in such a short time.

One is too slap in the face, and the other is too thick-skinned.

Seeing that Coach Jiao didn't reply a word, Yi Tian urged five or six of them one after another, with sincere words and beautiful vision.

It seems that the two are brother teams, and they should eat and live together.Through this sleepover, 1E and Kik gained the supernatural power to fight against all opponents in the world.No matter what aij, vve, 471 team, etc., they are all a fart.

Coach Jiao hissed softly, leaned back in the chair, and rested his fingers on the keyboard. After a while, he still didn't move.

No matter how you look at this matter, it seems weird, maybe there is a conspiracy quietly buried in the week of the camp...

The matter was uncertain, Coach Jiao smoked half a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and called Jiang An, and left it to someone who could afford the consequences to decide.

Hearing Coach Jiao explain the reason, Jiang An pondered for a while, and quickly gave the answer without thinking.

"Go."

"However," Coach Jiao was still worried, "If Yi Tian has no good intentions, take this opportunity to do something..."

Jiang An said "hmm" without emotion, and asked instead, "Who leads the team?"

Coach Jiao exhaled a cloud of gray smoke and extinguished the cigarette butt, "We have to check the schedule. The home team hasn't come back. Xiaochang is not busy these days. I'll ask him if he can go. It happens that his hometown is in Qingcheng. I know him well... ..."

After a pause, Coach Jiao pressed his forehead, hesitated, and finally sighed, "Forget it, I'll go, Xiaochang will stay at the base and catch the results of the second team."

Jiang An completely delivered and did not intervene.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of pen and ink sliding, the last sentence came from the microphone, "I'm going to Qingcheng on business, and the day after tomorrow, I'll be on the same road with you."

After hanging up the phone, the worried Coach Jiao reconfirmed with Yi Tian about the time, board and lodging and training. On the issue of whether to postpone the three-day sleepover, Yi Tian was determined not to back down.

He squeezed out a word of urgency through his teeth, and with a dark face, he posted a notice in the youth training group.

The day after tomorrow, all the youth trainees will go to Qingcheng to train together with kik teammates.

After turning off the computer, he left the coaching room and went back upstairs to take the time to rest. It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

For the sake of the players' bodies, 1E has always maintained a healthy schedule. It is stipulated that the players must hand in their mobile phones and leave the training room at the latest at [-] o'clock.

When robots, who are extremely addicted to games and can escape all inspections, sneak into the training room late at night, and come to two games of "Battlefield" to promote drowsiness, they also know how to adapt to the habits of each team member and adjust flexibly.

Before eleven o'clock every night, when the last youth trainee leaves, the door of the training room must be locked.There is only one key, and in the hands of Coach Jiao, he will open the door of the training room before all the youth students get up the next day.

Since then, the dark circles under the eyes of all the youth trainees have become lighter, and the skin has become better and better. This is really a gratifying thing.

At a quarter past twelve in the middle of the night, the corridor was quiet, and Bai San still thought so when he stood in front of the locked training room door.

In the evening, after meeting Jiang An in the corridor, he sat sullenly under the tree and ate a bag of chestnut rice sticks, complaining to the old tree about his bad luck, and the more he thought about it, the more ashamed he became.

His cheeks were flushed, he took off Jiang An's team uniform, hugged him in a ball, and stayed under the tree for a long time to make himself sulky, so he was blown by the cold wind, dizzy and dizzy, afraid of catching a cold at night, which would affect the next day During training, he went to the team doctor to take his temperature, drank the medicine, and returned to the training room again.

What appeared in front of him was a firmly locked glass door.

Bai San stared blankly for a while, sucked his red nose, hugged his team uniform, pressed his forehead against the glass door, squatted on the ground and flattened his mouth, wanting to cry without tears.

Behind the glass door, there is his little moon pillow, his mobile phone, and his room key.

The first two are easy to say, if you don’t have one night, you don’t have one, but the key is very important.

1E’s bedroom for youth trainees is a small single room with a bed, a desk, and a small washroom in the corner, one for each person, which not only maintains privacy but is also convenient.

It would be even better if it is equipped with an electronic lock that does not require a key and can be entered by entering a password or fingerprint.

As the night grew darker, Bai San squatted on the ground and stretched his arms, weakly pushing the glass door.

Not moving.

His mentality gradually collapsed, and in desperation, he slowly realized that he might just squat in front of the training room door to make do with it tonight. Until six hours later, Coach Jiao got up, refreshed and took the key. open the door.

Before the official training started, he counted on his fingers, and he could probably sleep on the table for an hour and 27 minutes.

Bai San buried his face in his team uniform, bit his lower lip tightly, and tried hard to hold back the sad sobs he wanted to let out.Coach Jiao's bedroom is on the second floor, so he can go up and knock on the door, say sorry to get the key to the training room, go downstairs to take out the key to his room, and send it back to Coach Jiao, or wait until dawn, and he will come directly to open the door.

In short, he can lie on the soft bed and sleep contentedly.

The moment this idea was born, Bai San's eyes lit up, and he simulated the process in advance five or six times in his mind, including what Coach Jiao might say, and how he should respond, thinking carefully one by one, and recalling the scene in the room as much as possible. How soft and irresistible a small wooden bed is.

But it was just thinking about it. He tried hard, walked up the stairs lightly, walked through a row of rooms, stopped when he was less than half a meter away from Coach Jiao's bedroom, turned around suddenly, and went downstairs.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the night was quiet, and the tired man was sleeping soundly. At this time, disturbing people's dreams and waking up Coach Jiao, he felt that it was no different from a piece of cake, and it fell to the ground.

It's worse than green peppers.

And... Is Coach Jiao angry about getting up?

Ever since he was a child, Bai San, who was most afraid of teachers teaching principals and other people who don't look cute and soft at all, thought of this, and he leaned helplessly against the wall opposite the training room.

In the dark night, the light strips in the training room spread a dark blue river of light, illuminating the slowly floating air.

He could vaguely see in front of his computer a box of chocolate pies that Jie Ba gave him in the morning, and the brightest spot was a pot of small succulents carefully cared for by the robot in front of the table, green and round.

The robot told him the scientific name of too much meat, but only remembered four words, Bai San sighed, he felt more and more like an old man, a real old man.

Weak body, memory loss, and staying up late at night, feeling sorry for life.

When he went downstairs just now, Bai San hesitated whether to reconcile first, or the robot squeezed in for a night, and a floor berth would do.

Within two seconds, he lost his mind and walked downstairs with heavy steps.

The solution is that the sleep is very deep, it is not easy to wake up, and it will snore, which directly doubles the difficulty.In the middle of the night, Bai San didn't dare to call him loudly, so he could only gently knock on the door.

One-third chance.

He was afraid that he would not be woken up, so he would wake up other light sleepers first.

Like robots.

At that time, it would be considered a waste of effort, he could take a good rest instead of waiting for dawn with his eyes open.

The point is, the robot is a perfectionist, obsessive-compulsive.

Except for the occasional insomnia and allowing himself to play "Battlefield", he has been going to bed at a certain time for ten years, and he does not allow unexpected things to happen.One point earlier, one point later, will affect the state, as if the sky is falling, put on a poker face, and the next day will be spent in self-examination and self-blame.

Bai San really felt the despair.

In the corridor illuminated only by the moonlight, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, and the continuous night wind brought the sound of the glass, restrained and turbulent.

In the dark, five fingers could be seen faintly when he stretched out his hand. He could hear his own breathing, his weak heartbeat, the coldness that jumped up his fingers, and his breath gradually dissolving in the ignorant air between Jiang An's team uniform and jacket.

He buried his head in his team uniform, rubbing his warm cheek against his collar.

Recalling the end of last winter, when the snow was quiet in the afternoon, he ran around with the little milk dog twice, and his cheeks were flushed by the wind.

When I got home, there was a glass of water on the table, still warm.

In the moment of isolation and helplessness, you can look up soft memories, like finding a strawberry toffee.Bai San sat down against the wall, with his head resting on his knees, and there was a small dimple on his sideways cheek.

But reality is far more complicated than memories.

Baisan shrunk into a lump, growing like small mushrooms by the wall. He had already comforted himself by squatting for one night at a time, it was only six hours, it was no big deal.

At this moment, there was a slight knock at the front door, and footsteps fell in the hall, each sound getting closer.

Bai San felt that he must be dreaming, otherwise how could he hear familiar footsteps in an ordinary night.

He raised his head, his oversized team uniform was still covering his head, revealing a pair of round eyes blinking and blinking, speechless, staring at Jiang An who closed the door and was gradually approaching.

Jiang An covered his ear with one hand, and was answering the phone. His other arm was hanging down, carrying a large briefcase, which seemed to be full of things and heavy.

The building was not too dark, and Bai San knew that Jiang An would be able to see him, although he shrank by the wall, only half of his head was exposed.At this moment, he really understood the meaning of 'resurrection'.

Jiang An possesses the magical magic that can make him fall from the sky in an instant, making him invincible in an instant.

After squatting for a long time, Baisan's calf was numb, and he couldn't stand up. He pulled down his cheerleader uniform, pursed the corners of his mouth that were upturned, and stared at Jiang'an.

look at me look at me look at me...

here here here here...

Jiang An raised his arm slightly, looked down at the time on his watch, answered the call from the person on the other side of the phone, looked straight ahead, and walked past Bai San.

The familiar footsteps sounded faintly, fell clearly in the ear, and then disappeared slowly. In just one minute, the second hand made a complete revolution without sound.

At one o'clock in the morning, the trees were still shaking and the wind was still blowing.

Bai San tilted his neck, put his cheek against his right shoulder, and stared at the ground with a blank mind.

The lines of the tiles are sharp and crisp, one side is slightly bright, reflecting the thin moonlight, and the other side is dim, fading into the chaotic darkness.

After a few seconds, Bai San came back to his senses, half of the summer had passed, only now did he realize that the summer night was actually cold.

He slowly grabbed the team uniform, pulled it up again, covered his head little by little, blocked his sight, and created a small space of his own.

The sound of leaving footsteps sounded again, and when it fell on his ears, he was counting the lambs, and at the same time envied that horses could sleep standing up, and envied that fish could sleep with their eyes open.

He was also very sleepy and wanted to sleep, and five hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly the team uniform covering his head was lifted by a hand, and he looked up in a daze.

When Jiang An came back, the briefcase in his hand disappeared, and it was placed on the long table in the rest area half a meter in front of the training room. He asked him why he didn't sleep.

Bai San turned his head away and didn't say a word, and suddenly understood whether Jiang An was going to put things away, or didn't want to talk.He moved slowly, turned half a circle on the spot, facing the wall, and facing the river bank with his back.

"Sleepy?" Jiang An asked in a low voice.

Bai San shook his head silently, within two seconds, his little head nodded and hit his knee, and he rubbed his chin sullenly.

A little pain, blame the knee.

Jiang An didn't ask a second time, and stayed with him for a while in front of the training room, and quickly guessed the general idea.

"Lost your room key?"

Bai San shrank his head into his arms.

"Isn't that right?" Jiang An leaned down and squatted beside the wall with him, thoughtfully, "Then the key was left in the training room?"

Bai San pursed his lips, then moved slowly, facing the corridor, still facing the river bank with his back.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Bai San's head was buried in his arms, his soft cheeks were bulging.He was very surprised, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even show his expression to Jiang An, how did Jiang An guess it.

Is Jiang'an a cold, hard, dark, ugly, prophetic stone that can predict the future?

The ugly Jiang Shitou An did not predict his confusion.

"Come to my room to sleep for the night first?"

Without thinking about it, Bai San subconsciously nodded, just lifted up, startled, he shook his head violently, the shrunken little lump exuded rejection from the inside out.

After more than ten seconds, Jiang An got up, "Wait at the door of the room, I will go to Jiao Li'an to get the key."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai San turned around quickly, grabbed the hem of his clothes, curled up his fingers slightly, and opened his mouth. After a while, he finally spoke, his voice was dry and very small.

"...Don't look for Coach Jiao, I'll wait a little longer."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Coach Jiao got up early, and it was enough to wait another four hours, playing five rounds of "battlefield", two classes.

Jiang An didn't speak. He lowered his eyes and looked at him calmly. He turned sideways and looked up at the training room.

"Where's the key?"

Bai San lowered his head and was a little regretful. He didn't want to talk, but he had already spoken just now, so it would be pointless to persist now.He frowned, thought for a while, tried his best to keep a sullen face, and answered some inexplicable questions from Jiang An.

"Little moon pillow, it has a small pocket with buttons on the back, and the key is put in it."

Even if he knew where the key was, even if the door was locked, he couldn't get it out, Bai San thought without hope.

Jiang An said "um", left a sentence of "wait for me here", and then left.

He went out of the building, the figure disappeared by the door, Bai San lowered his head and looked at the light shadow on the ground, he didn't understand what Jiang An was going to do, in fact, it's fine if he doesn't sleep all night, it's just dark circles under his eyes, sleep well just disappeared.

The sound of the wind, the sound of breathing, the sound of the second hand moving, Bai San almost fell asleep, and at the same time, he knew clearly that in this environment, no matter how sleepy he was, he could not fall asleep, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep, waiting for time.

Amid such sounds, there was a series of rustling sounds, and footsteps fell behind him.

Bai San turned around slowly, stood up instantly when he saw clearly what happened, opened his eyes wide, and rubbed in disbelief.

Through a glass door, Jiang An jumped into the training room through the window from the outside of the building, walked to his seat, found the room key, and took out for him including the mobile phone.

Holding the key that made him stand in front of the training room and wait until now, Bai San curled the corner of his mouth for a while, then closed it for a while, he turned his eyes and landed on the floor tile beside Jiang An, and slowly recovered it from the corner of his eye. He put it away, and quickly moved away when he touched the corner of Jiang An's clothes, not looking at it awkwardly.

He reached into his pocket, touched the key, turned over, touched it again, holding it in the palm of his hand, there must be Jiang An's body temperature on it.

After climbing the wall and turning over the window, Jiang An didn't see a trace of distress. He patted the dust on the clothes room, put down his rolled up cuffs, and looked as usual.

"Now go back to your room and sleep."

Bai San nodded obediently, and went upstairs with him.

On one side of the second floor are the rooms of the youth trainees, and on the other side are the residences and offices of the coaches and assistants, and there are several vacant rooms.

He seldom went to the other side, followed Jiang An without even thinking about it, and didn't notice it at all, until when he looked up, he saw the door plate with the coach's office passing by.

Coach's office?

Why isn't the house number one two three four five six seven?

It doesn't seem to be where the youth trainees live where he lives...

He stopped, and followed halfway, suddenly he couldn't walk or retreat, and froze behind Jiang An without a sound, blushing.

But Jiang An unabashedly raised the corners of his lips, deliberately teasing him, "Why don't you leave?"

Bai San rubbed his hot cheek with his shoulder, and he knew without looking that he must be red like a little tomato now.

He gritted his teeth, unable to utter a word, his eyes fluttered with grief and anger, he noticed the team uniform he was holding, bit his lower lip, and angrily threw the team uniform to the bank of the river, like a cat with its hair blown Little milk cat.

"I'll give it back to you, no more!"

After speaking, he turned his head, turned and returned to the room, almost smoking with anger.

Jiang An's stinky green pepper ugly stone is too annoying!

The kid didn't look back, his figure got further and further away, and finally disappeared behind the door.

Jiang An lowered his head, looked at his lost and recovered team uniform jacket, the arc of his lips stopped abruptly, and after a few breaths, he compressed into a cold straight line.

after one day.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, take the bus, Bai San and a group of young trainees go to Qingcheng for co-ed training, and meet Yi Tian openly and aboveboard.

"What's wrong with their kik?"

"Two days ago, I kept pushing myself, but now I'm actually inviting you to sleep together for training? I'm afraid it's not a trap."

"Me too. Is it not enough to play online, and want to solo in real life?"

"Hey, isn't that just rushing to beg for a fight?"

"It's just that Yi Tianzui owes a little bit. In fact, other people in Kik are good, such as Xixi, 2kill, and Yike's personality are all very good..."

"Fart! On the 29th of the end of last month, from 3:7 p.m. to 35:[-] p.m., Yi Ke's grandson chased and killed me for five hours, five hours! Did I provoke him? I don't Is it because his hands were shaking at the beginning, and he was equipped with the skin of a lady's professional suit! This is an insult to him! Tell me, is this a human?"

1E's youth trainees have deep grievances against Kik, and each of them can't share a sentence. Occasionally, anyone who retorts a few words, tries to change their minds, and tries to be friendly will be blocked immediately.

Bai San sat in the back row and listened. After hesitating for a while, he took out his mobile phone and quietly sent a message to Yi Tian to remind him.

[friendship first, competition later. ]

If Yi Tian still behaved like before and didn't restrain himself, he estimated that it would take less than an hour for the two teams to fight.

Yi Tian is very self-aware, aware of his dog temper and sharp mouth, thinking for a long time, thinking about what can make Bai San feel at ease, and replied:

[friendship? There is no friendship between kik and 1E, but we will have love, love of love! ]

In fact, Bai San especially hoped that Yi Tian would simply reply with an ok gesture, or "um" or "okay", and he could see the sincerity in it no matter how perfunctory he was.

I'm most afraid of this.

He sighed and put away his phone, feeling a pain in his chest.

After venting their anger towards everyone in Kik, the youth trainees discussed for an hour how to deal with Kik's sudden shady tricks. Halfway through, they finally calmed down a little.

In comparison, I am also dissatisfied with Kik, but the robot is very quiet, just writing and drawing with a small notebook.

Bai San was curious, tilted his neck, leaned his head a little bit closer, and caught the title.

"On how to make kik learn the lessons it deserves within a week, learn to reflect on itself, bow your head and admit your mistakes, and face various accidents that may occur, effective preventive measures and counterattacks"

"……"OK.

Bai San understands that under the calm appearance, the robot has a restless heart.

It takes a day's drive from Beicheng to Qingcheng, and you have to change trains halfway, so sitting down for a day is not exhausting.

After the solution, I came prepared, got in the car, took out the eye mask, ear plugs, U-shaped pillow and small fan, to isolate the external interference, and fell asleep after a while, snoring one after another.

I didn't sleep well the night before, so Bai San got a good night's sleep yesterday, got up late, and was almost late for training.

Sitting in the bus today basking in the sun, swaying around, it was a good time to sleep, but he slept too much, slumped on the seat lazily, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The youth trainees were bored and gathered together to draw poker and play truth or dare.

Bai San leaned on the little moon pillow, closed his eyes and listened, holding his peripheral bag in his arms, thinking, coconut jelly, Oreo biscuits, peach candied fruit, Wangwang snow cake... He had a look on his face. Satisfied, the soul swims in the source of happiness.

In summer, there will be magical sunlight that makes people feel lazy, fans and air conditioners are mixed, low noise with a very special frequency, wind blowing across the cheeks one after another, and the energetic laughter and laughter of teenagers.

He curled his neck and fell asleep.

Being awakened again, there was a light touch from the back of the hand, a little sharp, but not painful, with a long itching.

Bai San fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he gradually woke up, his heart froze, and he woke up instantly, without daring to open his eyes, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Aren't you going to Qingcheng? Are you still in the car? Could it be kidnapping?

He inadvertently tilted his shoulders, he didn't feel any restraint on his body, he breathed a sigh of relief, and realized later that if it was really a kidnapping, then the kidnapper would be too difficult, he couldn't even support himself, and he would have to buy a small cake if he wanted to. hesitate again and again.

There were a few soft voices around him.

"Little turtles have tails, but you still lack a tail."

"Draw it quickly, paint it quickly."

"He seems to be waking up. Slow down and keep your hands steady. Don't worry."

"Hey, I told you to choose the truth, choose the truth, you don't choose, now it's all right, anyone with a clean back of the hand wakes up and is suddenly drawn with a turtle angry."

"What you said, shouldn't you blame the person who made the request?"

"Hey, everyone has a share."

"Shh..."

After listening for a while, Bai San finally understood that someone lost at poker and played truth or dare, and was asked to draw a little turtle on the back of his hand.

The painter is a little trembling, and the feeling of falling on the back of his hand is heavy and light, and he may not dare to write.

Bai San intentionally controlled the sound of his breathing, making it long and deep, like falling asleep, and would not wake up temporarily.

The brushstroke circles a small circle, gradually becomes lighter and disappears.

He heard a breath of relief at his hand, followed by a very soft young voice, a little nervous, he stammered: "Drawing, drawing is over..."

There were more whispers beside him.

"Are you sure it's a turtle? Hahahahaha, it looks so weird."

"Like a pig."

"Hey, it's a good thing you came to play e-sports. If you become a painter, wouldn't you end up on the streets?"

"Sure enough, I read you right, you are very good at painting, hahahahahaha..."

Suddenly there was a small steep slope, and the bus bumped down. Bai San was so curious that he imagined what a turtle that looked like a pig would look like.

Although I painted it on my own hand, I couldn't run away.The more he listened to other people's comments, the more itchy he became, taking advantage of the upsurge, pretending to have just been shaken awake, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah, wake up, wake up."

Everyone around looked at him, trembling with joy.

Bai San pretended to be surprised, and followed their gazes to the back of his hand with some doubts. It was a very small turtle, the size of a fingernail, with all its claws retracted, and only a little bit of its head exposed.

He pursed his lips, and he could see how embarrassed the boy was to paint on the back of his hand.

What's more interesting is that this shrunken little turtle has a short tail with two circles around it, which really looks like a pig's tail.

Bai San smiled, raised his eyes and met the eyes of the young man who had been looking at him.

The boy hurriedly took out a tissue from his pocket, picked up the water bottle beside him anxiously, and poured some water in a panic.

Soon, the facial tissue was soaked, and he handed it over carefully to let Bai San wipe the little turtle on the back of his hand, with a nervous expression on his face, and he stumbled, as if he wanted to say something apologetic.

Bai San didn't take the tissue, looked at the little turtle and shook his head.

"I don't want to erase it, it's so cute."

This year is different from the past or every year in the future, which means that he has grown up and is no longer a child.

Bai San has been thinking about doing something different this year, which can be an adventure, a solo trip, or a never-before-seen experience.

In short, it must be different and have milestone significance.

Half a year has passed, and his 19th birthday is approaching. He still doesn't have any good ideas. He doesn't know what to do. Although he has the option of adventure travel or bungee jumping, he has no interest.

But now that he has found it, he is going to get a tattoo, which is the pattern of this little turtle.

Hearing his thoughts, the young man was a little at a loss, "Yes, of course, you can use it casually, is this pattern really okay?"

Bai San nodded vigorously, the more he looked at the little turtle, the more he liked it, how could there be such a beautiful little turtle!

He couldn't wait to take five or six photos with his mobile phone, so as not to lose them if he didn't pay attention, he took out a bag of strawberry marshmallows from his peripheral bag, and gave them to the boy secretly as a thank you gift.

I didn't eat marshmallows, but I was happier than eating them.

At dusk, when we arrived in Qingcheng, there was still a long way to go to Hexun's residence. When we backed up, it was no longer a bus. Coach Jiao had booked a pick-up bus in advance.

Five cars, five people in a group, one of the youth trainees will be left, and in the end there will definitely be one person in the car with Coach Jiao, leading the way in front.

Bai San has seen this kind of thing a lot since he was a child. The school organizes outings, and goes out to participate in activities with the dean. In the end, Coach Jiao will definitely call his favorite, or the closest and most chatty youth trainees. Sit in his spacious car.

Maybe it will be called a robot, because Coach Jiao always praises him for being serious, or it may be the boy who just painted the little turtle for Bai San, because he is the youngest.

Anyway, no matter what, it couldn't be Baisan. He wanted to understand this, and among the five cars of different colors, he first picked the most beautiful one - grass green, and called Xie Ba to sit on it together.

He just called Shangjie here, his eyes were so happy that they were bent into little moons, and he introduced to him what small snacks were secretly hidden in the peripheral bag. Head hit the car door.

On the other side, Coach Jiao was also calling for someone to get into the car ahead with him.

"Bai San!"

Bai San rubbed his ears, feeling like he was hallucinating.He closed the car door, took out a chocolate lollipop from the peripheral bag and gave it to him, and a milk lollipop for himself, tore open the package, and was about to put it in his mouth.

After solving it, he poked him.

"Jiaojiao, the coach, seems to be calling you."

"No, you heard it wrong." Bai San remained calm and licked the lollipop.

The exhaustion all over his body was swept away.

sweet!

"But..." Xie Ba hesitated, "I just saw, saw, Coach Jiao came, came towards us."

Bai San waved his hand, he didn't care, no one should disturb him to enjoy the snacks.

"That may also be to call someone else, it's just in the same direction, don't worry, eat sweets seriously."

As soon as the words were finished, the car window was knocked. Coach Jiao stood outside and looked at him with frowns.

The sweet lollipop turns bitter instantly.

Bai San swallowed, quickly spit out the lollipop, and hid it behind his back.

Pressing down on the car window, he poked his head out, pretending nothing happened, silently praying that Coach Jiao would not see his lollipop, nor would he ask why the candy appeared out of thin air, nor would he find out what should have happened. The peripheral bag for the mouse, keyboard and earphones is actually full of snacks.

"Coach Jiao, what's the matter?"

Coach Jiao didn't speak, and looked at Bai San with suspicion.

Believing in Yi Tian's evil, Bai San was seen with cold hands and feet, wanting to cry without tears.He shouldn't be lazy, and after hearing Yi Tian said that he had the equipment he used, he didn't need to carry those heavy and heavy things, so he replaced it with a bag full of small snacks without authorization.

He regrets it now, is there any help...

"I'll get off the car and say it will be more convenient?" Bai San tentatively asked tremblingly, with trembling hands behind his back, he secretly stuffed the lollipop, hoping to see it again in his lifetime.

Perhaps seeing that he was frightened, Coach Jiao's expression softened a little.

"Come on down and get your peripheral bag."

After the first half of the sentence fell, Bai San heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it might be a false alarm.Together with the second half of the sentence, his heart suddenly lifted, he blinked, flushed, and was about to cry.

Why do you need to take the peripheral package Ah QAQ

Fortunately, Coach Jiao quickly added: "Sit with me in front."

It's not the snack's fault, that's fine.Bai San sniffed, held back tears, and obediently carried the peripheral bag on his back.

After getting out of the car, he was still trembling, wondering why Coach Jiao would let him sit in the front car.

Coach Jiao retired from the home team to temporarily lead the youth trainees.Rich experience, sharp eyesight, strict treatment of people and things, not saying anything, just going to that station, a sense of majesty emerges spontaneously, scaring the little turtle.

Since entering 1E, Bai San and Coach Jiao have not spoken more than ten sentences. When they meet outside of training, they can hide if they can. The relationship is slightly better than that of strangers. He really can't figure out why Coach Jiao came to him. .

"Are you really 18 years old this year?" Coach Jiao suddenly turned his head and asked while walking.

Half a meter away, Bai San, who was in a daze, regained consciousness in an instant.Coach Jiao asked the same question as Pei Chen.

If it wasn't for the date of birth on the ID card, Bai San himself would have doubted it.He nodded slowly, flipped through the small pocket on the side of the peripheral bag, took out his ID card and showed it to him.

"It's 18 years old, one year old, and it will be 10 in October this year."

Coach Jiao looked at his ID card, raised his sword eyebrows, and looked downcastly.

"...Is there any problem?" The longer Coach Suijiao remained silent, the more timid Bai San became. He lowered his head and asked in a muffled voice, "Am I getting old?"

Hearing his question, Coach Jiao spoke slowly.

"No, it's too young."

"..." A bunch of small question marks appeared on Bai San's head, "Ah?"

When he got to the car in front, he opened the rear door and saw that there was already a person sitting inside, so he finally understood what was going on.

He opened the car door, he closed the car door, hesitated for a while, walked to the window of the passenger seat silently, looked at Coach Jiao eagerly, and asked in a low voice.

"Coach Jiao, can I change seats with you and sit in the front?"

Sitting in the back seat, Jiang An's eyelids twitched, and he picked up the end of the paper with his fingers to turn over a page of the book, knowing in his heart that he didn't read a single word during the time when Coach Jiao came back.

Before Coach Jiao answered, he looked at the pile of small characters on the book and said, "No."

Bai San pursed his mouth, glanced at the helpless Coach Jiao, and glanced at the rearview mirror. The young trainees behind him poked their heads out of the car window, with a pair of "what's the gossip, tell me quickly." "Listen" expression, looking towards this side with fiery eyes.

With a thought in his mind, he glanced at Jiang An who was sitting in the car reading a book out of the corner of his eye, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and opened the rear door with shaking arms.

After getting in, he clung to the car door tightly, holding the peripheral bag, and wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.

He felt that he was not a pioneer who opened the way with Coach Jiao, but a little sheep who fell into the wolf's den.

Kind of fat.

Gradually on the road, the car was quiet, the driver was driving, Coach Jiao closed his eyes to rest, and Jiang An focused on a thick book.

Bai San's stiff shoulders slowly relaxed, and a few more minutes passed, still peaceful and peaceful. He tentatively leaned back a little on the chair behind him, but Jiang An still didn't respond.

Half an hour later, his body was completely relaxed, and he slumped on the seat, thinking wildly, it was indeed more comfortable than sitting in the back car, although he could not eat snacks.

The thought flashed by for a moment, he was stunned, and then a burst of grief and indignation rose in his heart, he