Accompany you to the top

He Bi came out of the gymnasium, lowered her head and tapped her phone.The WeChat account given by Qiu Ji didn't even have a profile picture.Then click into Moments, still nothing.She frowned, could this be Qiu Ji's dedicated WeChat account for the media?

After walking for a few minutes, there was only a "boom", as if someone kicked over a can. She followed the sound and saw two people hugging each other on a remote path not far away. No, it was a kiss. .The tall boy bowed his head and kissed the man in the black coat.He hugged his hands very tightly, which looked a bit like a hug from a distance.Look carefully at that face again, it's Qiu Ji!Isn't the other black coat just...

He Bi couldn't help covering her mouth, and the phone almost fell off her hand with a "snap".She bent down to pick up the phone almost immediately, and quickly turned on the camera to take a picture.But when the camera pointed at Qiu Ji, he had already let go of Lin Qiao, and only pressed his forehead against him, and couldn't help but give him another intimate peck from time to time.Lin Qiao quickly pushed him away.

Although there was no kissing scene and the distance was very far away, this scene was still photographed by her.

At [-]:[-] noon the next day, Qiu Ji encountered the German yellow hair who had just won yesterday in the semi-finals. Although he had a foot injury, he won.In the words of the commentary, it is "seeing once and beating once", and successfully entered the finals.At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Yishan met the No. [-] seed from Sweden.

Everyone naturally hopes to see two Chinese players in the final, but after all, there is a huge gap in strength.A few years ago, before Yang Yishan got injured, he didn't win Sweden No. [-]. Later, after Lin Qiao helped him upgrade his skills, he won a round in the team competition, and occasionally won a small competition.But this time is an extraordinary World Table Tennis Championships.The Swedish No. [-] almost tried his best, and exploded as soon as he played.Yang Yishan thought that he had performed beyond his standard, and he played so painfully that he lost the game in the end.

After the game, Yang Yishan couldn't hold back his tears, and threw himself on the players, crying loudly. "Wuuu, I didn't defend...half the area, I'm sorry...uu, you guys help me block it! I don't want to be told that I cry when I lose again..." He wiped his tears with a tissue, while still paying attention to his image : "Wow, why can't I control my tears..."

Although the teammates sympathized with him, they thought this scene was a bit funny, and they worked hard to control the expressions on their faces: "It's okay, it's okay, you've played very well!"

Yang Yishan raised his tearful eyes and looked for Qiu Ji from left to right: "Where is Qiu Ji?" Seeing that Qiu Ji was busy looking for tissues for him, he stretched out an arm to pull Qiu Ji, and wailed, "I tell you , that guy today... woo... so scary, tomorrow you... woo... be careful..."

"Okay, okay!" Qiu Ji patted the crying bag on the back, comfortingly said: "Don't cry, don't cry!"

Yang Yishan coughed twice after being slapped by him, and raised his hand: "Don't...don't comfort me..." This guy's hand is too strong, it can comfort his internal injuries.

Seeing that Lin Qiao was called away, You Yu suddenly said from the side: "Yang Yishan, you cry all the time, doesn't he look like a man?"

The people around were suddenly quiet, and the thin monkey said, "Oh, stop talking! He's crying like this."

Qiu Ji was a little annoyed, and wanted to get up, but was quickly held down by the person next to him. "Hey! Don't talk too much!" He reached out and patted Yang Yishan again: "Beat him next time! It's okay!"

Crying Bag was out of breath from crying, his eyes were red and swollen, and he almost cried out all his tears.Hearing the phrase "does he look like a man", he stopped slowly, looked up at You Yu, and tears fell again.

"Still crying!" You Yu had never been so fierce before, and he glanced at him coldly: "You lost half the division, you still have the nerve to cry."

Yang Yishan sobbed twice, and really held back his tears: "You lost earlier than me, how dare you say me?"

You Yu: "Then did I cry? No."

Others chimed in: "You Yu! Can you shut up?"

You Yu: "I told him not to cry for his own good! If it were someone else, I would take care of him."

"Stop arguing!" Lin Qiao looked at the few people here, and the crowd was full of gunpowder. With a push and a pull, he finally dragged a group of bastards back to their dens.

A few hours before the game, Qiu Ji and his group returned to the apartment.Someone was cooking, and Qiu Ji continued to treat him, because his foot injury was the biggest hidden danger.After finishing his busy work, Qiu Ji was alive and kicking again, and wanted to help everyone cook.

During the meal, his cola chicken wings received unanimous praise.Everyone chattered and went around, and finally couldn't help discussing the game at [-] o'clock in the evening.

When You Yu picked up the food, he glanced at Qiu Ji: "I will accompany you in doubles, and you are alone in singles, don't you feel nervous?"

Qiu Ji was not very nervous at first, but after being mentioned like this, he remembered that he was already nervous enough in the first round of doubles, and he hardly mobilized.Before he had time to speak, the thin monkey patted him on the shoulder again and said, "Although it's your first time entering the World Table Tennis Championships finals, don't be too stressed. It will be troublesome if your hands and feet become stiff when you are nervous."

Qiu Ji: "..."

You Yu nodded aside: "The opponent is too strong."

Thin Monkey: "If you lose..." The words came to his lips, and he immediately changed his words: "Don't feel pressured, no one will blame you if you lose, after all, the foot injury is so serious."

Yang Yishan said: "What, you can't lose! You said that in front of the media, you definitely can't lose!"

Qiu Ji began to grit his teeth: "..."

A group of people are all saying "Don't be nervous", "It's okay", "It's okay to lose", "Besides, my foot hurts", which basically means that you are unlikely to win.Qiu Ji's brain was about to explode.He slapped his chopsticks on the table: "Hey!"

Everyone was bluffed and fell silent.

Qiu Ji: "One by one, I'm even more nervous! Look at our director Lin, this is the demeanor of a king, how calm..."

Lin Qiao was busy picking up chicken wings, so he didn't listen to what they were talking about.Suddenly being called by Qiu Ji, he nodded his head pretending to be profound.

The crying bag saw that the plate of Coca-Cola chicken wings was almost empty, and then looked at Lin Qiao's table, it was full of chicken bones: "Director Lin! Put down your wings, or the friendship between master and apprentice will end!"

Lin Qiao bit the chicken wing and raised his head: "...Huh?"

Qiu Ji was eager to protect his wife: "What's the matter with eating chicken wings! I made them specially for Director Lin!" He glanced at the crying bag, and put two more in Lin Qiao's bowl: "Eat!"

Yang Yishan: "..."

Ever since he saw how crazy Qiu Ji's trumpet is, the thin monkey has become quite calm about Qiu Ji's shameless thigh-hugging behavior: "Fortunately, I still ate two."

You Yu wiped the corners of his mouth slowly: "Yang Yishan, otherwise why do you think this slob cooks?"

Qiu Ji felt that the secret had been exposed, and was a little mad: "You Yu!"

Yang Yishan ignored him, and lowered his voice: "...do you also know?" About Qiu Ji and Lin Qiao being together.

You Yu nodded.He had known for a long time that Qiu Ji had a crush on Lin Qiao.

Yang Yishan was taken aback: "When?" Even You Yu knew about it!Incredible.

You Yu smiled: "It should be a little earlier than you." I probably knew it before the Asian Games.

The two of them spoke as if they were in a coded language, and their eyes crackled and exchanged, as if they had shared a common secret, and the puff of gunpowder in the afternoon seemed to disappear.Zhang Feng and Shouhou were left ignorant and looked at each other: "What are you talking about?"

You Yu and Yang Yishan said in unison: "It's nothing."

Qiu Ji and Lin Qiao looked at each other and said, "It's nothing."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Qiu Ji arrived at the venue.After picking the ball and coming out, I have seen Qiu Guangyuan several times.Qiu Guangyuan probably hated him to the bone, so he left without looking at him.

On the well-connected Internet, various live broadcasts have been posted, and everyone is discussing who will win and who will win.

"Buy it and leave it! Bet a dollar that the little tiger will perform a miracle!"

"One yuan is a bit too much, I bet fifty cents, Qiu Ji can win a game!"

"Crazy, you guys, didn't you see Qiu Ji's scumbag father on the field, can it make Qiu Ji feel better?"

"rlgl (It's time for a dog) Why are you not optimistic about the Chinese team, are you Chinese?"

"Even if you are a Chinese, you have to consider reality!"

Various chats started in some Weibo groups and WeChat groups.

"There are still ten minutes to play!"

"Do you think Tiger will change his jersey on the spot?" The last time he took off his shirt on the field, and when his beautiful muscles were exposed, the fans almost went crazy.

Below is a series of praying expressions, saying: "I hope it will." "Please change clothes." "Drool."

"Be careful! Don't talk about such dirty topics in the group, the little tiger is in the group!"

Far away in Moscow, before eight o'clock, the field has already shouted.The atmosphere of the final was more enthusiastic than every previous game, which heralded the coming bloody fight.The shouts rushed into the ears, almost deafening, and Qiu Ji saw someone coming with a drum.National flags were plastered on the faces of fans from various countries, and the languages ​​of various countries were shouting loudly on the field, and it was almost impossible to tell what they were shouting.

In the auditorium, someone came in from the outside, and when he sat down, he yelled at the people next to him: "It's over, let me tell you, Qiu Ji's cricket failed!"

The man was immediately surprised: "Impossible! Then don't you have to replace the spare board? How could it fail?"

"Who knows, I just said that this World Table Tennis Championship has a lot of black calls, and Xiao Hou also played with a spare board!"

Finally, the two entered.The auditorium quickly stirred up, and the frenzied shouts enveloped the entire venue in an instant, hitting the eardrums.In the huge venue, there is only one table, and two people attract much attention.

Looking from the left, the straight and slender black-haired boy raised his arm, smiled brightly, and raised his hand. Standing next to him was Sweden No. [-], with fluffy curly hair like a golden lion king.The two stood side by side and raised their hands to the audience.

Qiu Ji stood in the center of everyone's attention.Although they have played several games, the atmosphere of the finals is completely different from the previous ones, and the nervousness almost makes people's hands and feet cold.Because every shot he makes, every point he wins or loses, will go down in the history books.But as time goes by, people will remember in the end, only the one who stands at the top is the winner.

Qiu Ji raised his head and looked at the darkness, almost tens of thousands of eyes were watching.Like a climber who had traveled a long distance, he vaguely saw the cluster of light on the top of the mountain, and he breathed out involuntarily.He is about to represent China in the final of the World Table Tennis Championships. At this moment, he is the only one left in the Chinese team.

He felt that his palms were sweating, and his shoulders were heavy with the expectations of the Chinese!I just failed to check the ball board again!Although he was a little uncomfortable, fortunately, Lin Qiao had already told him to familiarize himself with the spare board.

Qiu Ji whispered to himself, don't be nervous, don't be nervous!He also nodded his head vigorously, then touched the cricket, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The people in the live broadcast swiped the screen again because of such a small action: "Why is our little tiger so cute! He is cheering himself up!"

Before the game, he had practiced more than 20 serve warm-ups with You Yu, but when he actually picked up the cricket and felt the hard and familiar wood touch, he still swallowed involuntarily.