Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 57

The five-day training camp is a cycle every day. In the morning, the fighting spirit is high and the energy is high. After training in the afternoon, one by one screams and sprints to the hotel room, waiting for the bath to go to the massage.

According to Wang Borong's words, every day I come down like a dead dog, because the hot spring and massage are so refreshing, so my waist is not sore and my legs don't hurt the next day, so I continue to train, and this cycle continues until Saturday afternoon.

The coach clapped his hands and dismissed, and told them to go back to the room to clean up. The minibus was waiting at the entrance of the hotel on time at five o'clock.

Chen Song was confused, "Is it over so soon?"

"Who was lying on the bed and screaming at the first practice?" Ji Zhun asked.

Chen Song immediately refused to admit it and retorted, "It must not be me, I think it is probably you."

Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Song so coldly. Chen Song was not afraid at all now, and approached him confidently and earnestly, "I don't know if you are dead asleep, and you are lying on the bed and crying in your dreams at night! I heard it. I didn’t say it because I was so tired, so hard, and didn’t want to run. I didn’t say it because of your face. Alas, you have to bring it up..."

"Oh, so you are saving face for me!" Ji Zhun nodded thoughtfully.

Chen Song followed behind with some trepidation, is this the end?its not right!The two went upstairs one after the other. Chen Song had just opened the door to enter the hotel room, but was pushed down by Ji Zhun's backhand. The door was slammed tightly, just like Chen Song's heart, shocked.

"You, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, Ji Zhun can't do anything." Chen Song immediately faltered.

Ji Zhun slowly approached Chen Song, Chen Song took a breath, his face turned red, it was Ji Zhun's face and his breath that blended together.

"You really have a thicker skin." Ji Zhun reached out and pinched Chen Song's face.

"Hello!" Chen Song called out in a low voice.

Ji Zhun let go of his hand, took two steps back, and looked at Chen Song, who was blushing, "Blushed by my lies just now? Little duck who loves to lie."

Chen Song followed behind timidly, not daring to talk back because he was afraid that Ji Zhun would make another wall-dong.

Ji Zhun was already packing his luggage, and Chen Song followed behind, and suddenly found that the cold hotel room unknowingly had a lot of traces of their lives, just like a home, with warm sheets and quilts, clean pajamas and bathrobes , there were T-shirts and underwear he washed yesterday on the balcony, Chen Song blushed when he saw them, "I'll go collect the clothes."

Next to his T-shirt is a large one, which he helped wash after Ji Zhun gave him a massage last night.

Chen Song blushed when he thought that Ji Zhun was going to wash his underwear for him last night, and of course the underwear was washed separately in the end.

"Please put it away for me." Ji Zhun's voice came from behind, but Chen Song stared at the large white underwear next to him, no matter how he heard it, he felt that Ji Zhun deliberately wanted to see him blush and make a fool of himself.

After quickly collecting the clothes, Chen Song passed Ji Zhun's over, folded the clothes and stuffed them into the bag. Ji Zhun was sorting the clothes into storage bags, and stuffing them into the bag.

Although I have seen too much of Ji Zhun's cleanliness and induction, every time I read it, Chen Song is full of admiration.

Under Ji Zhun's hands, all kinds of things seemed to be simplified. After a while, all their personal things in the hotel were installed, and the room looked like it was when they first came in.

The two of them walked out with their bags on their backs. When Chen Song passed by Wang Borong's room next door, he asked, "Is Rongzi alright?"

"Where are my short sleeves, bastard?"

"Where did you put my toothbrush, Qingzi?"

Seeing through the crack of the door, disposable hotel slippers are thrown around, quilts and pillows are piled up randomly, the things in the bag are placed on the bed, and the two are still fighting each other. Thinking about their room again, Chen Song can't help but rejoice that he and Ji live together.

Chen Song yelled inside, "Don't be angry, clean up quickly, I'll wait for you downstairs!"

"You don't need to worship me with such blatant eyes." Ji Zhun said calmly as he walked in front.

Chen Song chuckled, "Hey, your skin is thicker than mine."

Ji Zhun turned around abruptly, making Chen Song jump in fright, and then boldly shouted something that was meant to be, and jumped forward after speaking, the escape route was planned.Ji Zhun quickly stretched out his hand, as if he knew Chen Song's plan, he held Chen Song's collar by the back of his neck, leaned over and lowered his head and asked, "Not only are you thick-skinned, but you are also more courageous now."

"Let it go, let it go, how ugly it is!"

"I'm not ugly."

Ji Zhun pursed his lips and smiled, and went straight down holding Chen Song's collar. Chen Song was so embarrassed that Han Bin and Fu Mingcheng from the same team were joking and teasing him, and Han Bin was even more careful. , Chen Song was almost ashamed.

He whispered flatteringly, "I was wrong, let go quickly."

Ji Zhun let go of his hand, but Chen Song hadn't breathed a sigh of relief yet, Ji Zhun stretched out his arms vigorously and hugged him into his arms, with a natural expression on his face, Chen Song nestled in Ji Zhun's arms, his heart beating thumping , secretly warned myself not to think too much.

In the car, the teaching assistant registered those who went back to school and those who went home, and those who went home were sent to the urban area. After discussing with Wang Borong, Chen Song and Wang Borong decided to go home instead of getting living expenses. The subsidy given by Licheng in October It has been sent out.

It was already eight o'clock in the urban area, and the place where Chen Song and Wang Borong got off happened to be the bus stop.

"See you tomorrow, Ji Zhun!"

Chen Song stood at the station and waved. Ji Zhun asked Ji Zhun to take his ball bag back to school, and Wang Borong's Li Qing helped carry it.

The minibus arrived just after taking the bus, and Chen Song didn't have time to express his feelings. Anyway, we can see each other tomorrow.

It was only nine o'clock when I got home. Mother Chen was very happy to see her son coming back, "Have you eaten yet? Don't come back when it's too late. Be careful and take a bath first. Your father bought you a water heater. Now you can wash hot water at home." It’s a water bath, you sweat so much every time you play ball, it’s easy to catch a cold when you take a bath…”

Chen Song didn't find Mama Chen's nagging annoying at all, on the contrary, it seemed like he hadn't heard it for a long time.

After taking a bath, the meal was ready, Chen Song finished the meal, washed the dishes and went to bed early.

Before going to sleep, he glanced at his mobile phone, one text message and two missed calls, he saw that it was all about Ji Zhun, and asked if he was home, Chen Song quickly dialed back.From the newly bought water heater at home to what to eat for dinner, in short, it was just chatting casually. When Chen's mother knocked on the door and asked Chen Song to turn off the lights and go to bed early, Chen Song realized that it was already eleven o'clock, and whispered good night. After hanging up the phone, I turned off the lights and fell asleep for a while.

Early on Sunday morning, Wang Borong came over.

"I heard from my mother that there is a new barbershop in the village, and I'll get your hair cut, will you go?"

"go!"

Chen Song pocketed the money and took the keys, the two of them went out to buy something before finishing their breakfast.

There was a large-character poster on the glass of the barbershop, and the discount for the first three days was only three yuan. Chen Song couldn't help but sigh a conscience price!

After entering the door, Chen Song was almost scared to go out. The owner of the barber shop is a little brother, with colorful hair half a meter high, and the roots are still permed. His head is so big that he can't see his facial features clearly. He is very enthusiastic. The receptionist asked whether to perm or dye your hair.

Chen Song hesitated, but it shouldn't be a problem if he cut it short when he thought about it.

So he gestured to cut it short, and Wang Borong listened to the boss talking about the hair roots of the ceramic ironing pad. Chen Song was confused, and hurriedly dissuaded him, "Be careful that the coach will cut you into a bald scoop."

"Impossible? The coach still cares about this?"

The coach doesn't care, I don't know, I only know that if you dare to make such a mess, I will cut it for you! !

Chen Song looked at Wang Borong seriously with a straight face, and Wang Borong hesitated, and quickly rejected the boss's second promotion.

The boy from the barber shop seemed to be quite talkative, and he was considerate when he was rejected, but after the boy finished cutting, Chen Song stared at himself in the mirror, and really suspected that the boy did it on purpose.

What does it mean that the sides are shaved short, and the pinch on the top of the head is fried with chicken feathers? !

"Well, maybe I didn't make it clear, I want to cut it short, can you cut it shorter for me?" Chen Song pointed at the pinch on his head.

The boss is very embarrassed!

"This hairstyle is the most popular now, and it doesn't look good if it's short." However, due to the customer's request, the boss still gave Chen Song another repair.

Boss, you just cut it with scissors, it doesn't look like it has been repaired at all!

His hair was already long, but now that the boss has done it like this, the sides are as short as a board inch, and the middle one looks longer.

"Haha, this hairstyle is great! It looks like you are ten centimeters taller!" Wang Borong was still teasing beside him.

Chen Song endured the anger of beating Wang Borong, and asked the boss to fix it, but the boss had an expression of 'you don't understand beauty' and 'smash my signboard', and he didn't want to fix it.

Three yuan hair is really not easy to cut.

Chen Song was too lazy to argue with the boss, and planned to go back and cut it short and fix it himself.

Wang Borong's hair was hard and thick. The boss came here many times to follow Chen Song's hairstyle. The top of his head was pointed and high. Wang Borong thought he was quite handsome, so he told the boss that Chen Song's aesthetics was old-fashioned.

Fuck you old bastard!

Chen Song held back his swearing, his heart ached, and he didn't even want to give the boss three dollars!

In the end, I went back and looked in the mirror more and more stupidly. When I cut it down, I cut it too hard. In an instant, it changed from a cockscomb to an alpaca. There was a big piece on its head, which was still uneven, as if it had been bitten by a dog.

When he returned to school in the afternoon, he was ridiculed by Wang Borong all the way, and Chen Song couldn't hold back and beat him severely, which made him feel better.

"I'll go to Ji Zhun's place to get the racket first."

Chen Song pressed the brim of his hat, which he had snatched from Wang Borong, and went to Ji Zhun's dormitory.

Ji Zhun was waiting for him downstairs, Chen Song always felt that Ji Zhun was looking at his hat with some malicious intentions, deliberately walked behind, and went upstairs together, when Ji Zhun opened the door, the smell of the dormitory was pungent.

Chen Song chuckled, "Every time I come here, I have delicious food, and I'm so embarrassed, I stay here after dinner or something."

"The smile on your face doesn't tell me that I'm sorry." Ji Zhun took off Chen Song's hat without any hassle, but Chen Song didn't react at all, with a dazed expression on his face.

Ji Zhun's eyebrows frowned together.

"Which dog bit it?"

He started to launch the poisonous tongue skill again, Chen Song wanted to refute, but looked at himself through the bathroom mirror, so he said lazily, "I am myself."

"It does resemble your taste."