Be good

It's unknown when the warm atmosphere will end. There are still some competitions for other rankings going on in other halls, and no one seems to be paying attention.

Zongcheng carried his schoolbag and walked outside the stadium.

He came out while taking advantage of the chaos, and he didn't even say hello to Ji Cai and Wang Xiao who were sitting in the back.

Until Lin Qianxi was pulled back into the arena by Wu Chuan, surrounded by flashing lights and applause, he found a gap and came out quietly, waiting for him when he came out.

When he looked back again, someone came out.

Lin Qianxi didn't even have time to change out of her clothes, she had her own bag on her shoulders, she walked fast, her eyes were on him, and she walked up to him, the corners of her mouth were still raised, she seemed to have slipped out while in a mess : "I found an excuse with Wu Chuan and slipped out."

Wu Chuan came out from behind and shouted: "Lin Qianxi, at most two hours free, don't run away, go back to the hotel early, there will be a commendation meeting tonight!"

"Understood!" Lin Qianxi replied, and immediately said, "Let's go."

Zongcheng raised the corner of his mouth and gave him a hand: "Let's go."

The two quickly left the venue and crossed the road.

After all, it is a provincial capital, and it is not comparable to a small place.The streets on Sunday were very lively, and there were pedestrians coming and going. They walked through the crowd, one in front and one behind. Lin Qianxi followed Zongcheng without asking where he was going, and just followed him casually.

After two streets, there was a small house on the side of the road. A small flag with billiards printed on it was picked out from the forehead with a plastic pole, swinging in the wind, as if waving at them.

Zongcheng walked in, turned around and said, "Come in, let me celebrate."

Lin Qianxi followed in. There was a pool table inside, and a bar in front. It looked like a pool hall, but it was actually a small bar.He felt that Zongcheng's purpose for coming here was very clear, and asked, "You planned it already?"

"No plan, look at you, if you don't win the championship, you won't come." Zongcheng said.

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi grinned, thinking that he said that on purpose.

There was a middle-aged man standing behind the bar, wiping his glass and looking at them: "You two handsome guys, are you grown up?"

"He's an adult," Zong Cheng tilted his head toward Lin Qianxi, "Give him a glass of celebration wine."

In fact, it was planned, and it was planned on the way here, but it was originally to celebrate winning the semi-finals, so I should have come yesterday.I don't know why, but this time he has absolute confidence in Lin Qianxi, knowing that he will definitely make it to the semi-finals, but he never thought he could celebrate winning the championship now.

The uncle glanced at Lin Qianxi twice: "Are you here to play the game? Okay, I understand."

Lin Qianxi looked down at himself before realizing, "I forgot, it's time to change my clothes."

Zongcheng took off his leather jacket and put it on him: "Cover it up for you."

Lin Qianxi took it, put it on his body and said, "This is so nondescript."

"Give it back to me."

"It's not that I don't want to return it. The main thing is that I look handsome in everything I wear." Lin Qianxi put on his leather jacket and zipped it up. Seeing the uncle mixing drinks by himself, he reminded him: " Two cups, give him one too." After speaking, Chong Zongcheng twisted his fingers, "Brother has a bonus, it's okay, I can afford it."

Zongcheng looked at him. He was wearing a leather jacket and suit pants underneath. He was indeed neither fish nor fowl, but he was really handsome. The corners of his mouth moved a little, and he wanted to laugh, but he didn't show it. He casually put down his schoolbag on the high chair next to him: "Then you Ask me, I ask you."

"Why do you have to invite me every time? You must have been extravagant when you were rich." Lin Qianxi said with a smile, "Okay, follow the organization's arrangements."

Zongcheng said in his tone, "It's not about being extravagant, it mainly depends on whether someone is really poor."

"..." Lin Qianxi's bonus this time is [-] yuan, which is really a huge sum of money, but when he thinks about it carefully, in addition to the tuition and miscellaneous fees of the university, as well as the travel expenses to Beijing and living expenses, he suddenly feels that it is nothing.

Yes, he is indeed a poor ghost, speechless.

"The expenses in Beijing must be very high." He said "tsk".

"It's too late to regret it." Zong Cheng said in a neutral tone, "You have to go."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him and grinned, "Don't be too domineering."

Zongcheng raised his eyes: "What?"

Just when the uncle brought over the mixed wine, the topic stopped.

As if Lin Qianxi hadn't said anything, he casually took a glass of wine and handed him the other.

The wine in the two glasses is decent and blue. I don't know what it is made of, and it doesn't matter. The first glass of celebration wine is more meaningful than the wine itself.

As soon as Zong Cheng picked it up, Lin Qianxi raised his glasses and clinked them together with a "ding".

"It's done." He took a sip, foolishly, like drinking water.

Zong Cheng held the wine glass, watched him drink it down, and suddenly asked: "Do you know how flamboyant you are today?"

Lin Qianxi raised his head and met his eyes. Zongcheng was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs pulled up. His exposed forearm was strong and well-proportioned. Looking at it under the yellow light above his head, it looked like it had been coated. Wheat-colored, his eyes flickered: "Yeah, I know."

It means the one that gave him the championship in the finals.

Knowing that there are countless pairs of eyes in the stadium, he still gave them away, which is flamboyant and arrogant.

But Lin Qianxi didn't hesitate at all. At that moment, it seemed to be driven by instinct. His blood was boiling in his chest, his emotions were surging, and he was burning like a fire. It was still throbbing. This feeling is indescribable.

His eyes fell on Zongcheng's face, and he raised his lips: "I think it's public, so why do you dare to take it?"

Zong Cheng leaned against the bar, the light cast a small shadow from the bridge of his nose down to his eye sockets, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched: "If you dare to send it off, I dare to pick it up."

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of the wine and turned it back to show him.

Lin Qianxi smiled: "It's awesome, Lord Cheng, don't be cowardly."

Zongcheng looked at him: "You're not bad, Brother Xi, don't be cowardly with me."

Lin Qianxi's heart tightened when he stared at him. He felt that his words were the same as the sentence just now that he must go to Beijing. .

There is a clock on the wall, and the hands move quickly. After drinking a glass of wine and having a light meal in the shop, the two hours of free time will soon be gone.

Zongcheng took his schoolbag and asked, "Is your hotel far away?"

"It's not far, it's near the stadium, let's go back." Lin Qianxi said, "Just follow me."

He walked out of the store while talking, and took out his mobile phone from the bag he was carrying.

The phone was turned off during the game, but now he pressed the button to turn it on, turned it on and flipped through it, there was no new news, by the way, he clicked on the address book, turned to the fucking phone number, and wondered if he should tell her The good news.

Lin Qianxi stood on the side of the road outside the door, hung his finger for a long time, but still didn't dial it, because he felt that Ms. Lin still didn't care, and she didn't know if she would believe it if she suddenly said it.

He's going to be a national champion one day.

In the end, he simply clicked on WeChat, sent a message to Yang Rui, and put the phone away.

Zong Cheng came out from behind, saw it, and deliberately asked: "Did you drink too much?"

"Are you kidding, do I get drunk so easily?" Lin Qianxi walked forward: "If it wasn't for the commendation meeting, I would still be able to do it again."

Zong Cheng went over and grabbed him: "Here."

Lin Qianxi was dragged into a small path by him, looked ahead and found that it was a shortcut, and said in a low voice, "Students are just different..."

Know the road faster than others.

Zongcheng was carrying his schoolbag in one hand, and grabbed his arm with the other, and that hand slid down, grabbed his wrist, and then caught his hand.

Lin Qianxi glanced at him, but he didn't turn his head. It was very natural, with a half-smile on his face, he followed him a little closer, and even hooked his fingers deliberately.

No one passed by on the small road, just them, holding hands, walked forward as if nothing had happened, it was already dark, and no one knew them anyway.

Walk through and you will see the hotel soon.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, Lin Qianxi heard Wu Chuan's voice: "Where is Lin Qianxi? You haven't come back yet?"

Immediately loosening his hands, he took two quick steps inside, then remembered again, took off his leather jacket, and stuffed it into Zongcheng's hands: "Wait for me a while."

Zong Cheng took it: "Waiting for you inside."

"Okay." Lin Qianxi ran in.

Zongcheng walked into the lobby with his leather jacket in his hand, and his phone vibrated.

He took it out of his trouser pocket, clicked on it, and looked through several WeChat messages.

Ji Cai sent it, saying that she had left.

There was also a message from Jiang Hao, asking him how to arrange it, and they were planning to leave, but they hadn't seen him and Lin Qianxi's people until now, and asked him if he wanted to go together.

Zongcheng took his mobile phone to sit down in the rest area, typed back "I'll be back later", and said nothing else.

He looked up and looked around. The players arranged by the competition were staying in the hotel, and there were banners around them saying "I wish the competition a complete success". Occasionally, people came in and out, and they were all players playing billiards in formal attire.

The commendation meeting was probably held in a certain conference hall. I don't know how long it will take. Actually, he should have left. He should have left after celebrating Lin Qianxi's achievements, but he never left.

Zongcheng turned the phone in his hand, and checked the time after a while.

A few more players passed by in front of them, and then suddenly there were more people.

Deng Kang stood in front of him with squinting eyes. He changed from his game suit to his usual sportswear, with a face of jealousy when meeting enemies.

Zongcheng only glanced at him, the phone was still spinning in his hand, his face was expressionless, as if he didn't exist at all.

"Lin Qianxi has an affair with you, no wonder you protect him so much." Deng Kang said sarcastically, "Now that he has won the championship, you are so fucking happy."

"Yeah." Zong Cheng said, "I'm quite happy."

The hostility on Deng Kang's face seemed to be aroused by his words: "What the hell do you have to be happy here, do you deserve it?!"

The door of the conference hall was pushed open, and Lin Qianxi came out.

He may have received too many punishments in the past, and he is not used to such a formal commendation. Just now, he even asked Wu Chuan to go to the competition to receive the certificate. It seems that he has to get used to it.

With a bag on his shoulder, he was about to leave when he heard someone coming out and calling him, "Lin Qianxi!"

He turned around again.

"I haven't congratulated you yet." It was Luo Ke, who was also present at the commendation meeting just now. Except for Deng Kang whose grades were revoked to be determined, the top four were all invited to participate in the commendation.He came over, smiled and said, "I said earlier that you are the biggest dark horse. You are really born to play billiards."

Lin Qianxi also smiled: "Your partner is like this, and you can still say that, I'm really touched."

"Deng Kang..." Luo Keto shook his glasses, "It's a pity, he's just a little impulsive."

Lin Qianxi was not in the mood to tell him that the surname was Deng, so he turned around and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Luo Ke said, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Lin Qianxi turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Before Luo Ke could speak, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Are you fucking worthy!"

Lin Qianxi had already followed the sound, and suddenly ran there.

I ran to the rest area in the lobby, and saw Zong Cheng standing there, facing Deng Kang, who was held back by a player, as if he wanted to rush up at any time.

Lin Qianxi ran over immediately, stared at him, and said in a low voice, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Luo Ke also ran over and stopped Deng Kang: "He is a little excited because of his grades today, it's okay." After speaking, he turned around and pushed Deng Kang, "Don't make trouble, did you forget what the coach said, where is this? "

Zong Cheng stretched out his hand to grab Lin Qianxi, pulled him behind him, looked at Deng Kang without saying a word, his face was cold.

"Why are you excited? I'm not excited, so I want to ask the surname Zong." Deng Kang glanced from Lin Qianxi to Zongcheng, pointing at him: "Are you worthy? What face do you have to be happy here? "

"Stop talking about Deng Kang." Luo Ke advised him.

Zongcheng said coldly: "I am worthy, how about it?"

Deng Kang squinted at him, his face turned blue, and almost threw away Luo Ke's hand to stop him.

"What's the noise?" Wu Chuan's voice came over: "What happened?"

Lin Qianxi grabbed Zongcheng's arm and said, "Let's go."

Zong Cheng followed him inside.

Luo Ke finally pushed Deng Kang away.

There was no movement in the back, Wu Chuan probably didn't find him, maybe the one surnamed Deng wasn't crazy.

Lin Qianxi dragged Zongcheng directly to the room he lived in. When he opened the door and went in, he looked back and dragged him in with confidence: "Damn, his grades are so troublesome that he asked for it. He has face."

"Don't pay attention to him, he doesn't care, you still want to be the champion." Zongcheng closed the door.

"That's why I asked you to leave quickly." Lin Qianxi threw the bag in his hand on the ground, saw the bouquet of bright red roses still on the bedside table, turned around and grinned at him.

Zongcheng also saw it, and looked around the room, not too big or too small, a double bed almost took up most of the room, and the bouquet of roses was particularly conspicuous placed on the bedside.

No one spoke in the room, and it was obvious that there were only the two of them left here.

Zongcheng put his leather coat on the end of the bed, put his schoolbag beside him, and glanced at Lin Qianxi: "I should have left."

Lin Qianxi touched the tip of his nose unconsciously, his eyes flicked on him, and he smiled: "You don't have to leave, just stay here."

Zong Cheng stared at him, his eyes moved, and walked into the bathroom.

Lin Qianxi followed, holding the door with one hand, and asked with a gruff smile, "Do you want to give you clothes? The champion's clothes, do you want underwear?"

Zongcheng turned his head by the pool: "Do you have the champion's signature?"

"Do you want my autograph?" Lin Qianxi deliberately looked at him: "Where is the autograph, thigh or chest?"

Knowing that he was flirting again, Zongcheng stretched out his hand, dragged him in, and pushed him against the edge of the sink.

"Fuck..." Lin Qian kowtowed on the edge of the pool, frowned and said, "Damn it, it's broken!"

"Really?" Zong Cheng pulled out the shirt under his suit vest from his trouser waist: "Let me check."

Lin Qian's waist felt cold, and then he was held down by his palm. The cold marble was next to his dry and warm palm, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on his body. When he raised his head, he faced his face.

In a second at most, Zongcheng lowered his head.

Lin Qianxi's mouth was tightly blocked in an instant, and he felt that the buttons of his suit and vest were being unbuttoned one by one, and it was he who was undoing them with one hand.

The mouth was pressed hard, and his kisses were always so powerful, Lin Qianxi soon had the illusion of being out of breath, with buzzing in his ears, grabbed his waist with both hands and pushed against the tiled wall, his own The tip of his tongue was pushed between his lips and teeth, as if he still had the taste of the celebration wine he drank, a fruity flavor mixed with the stimulation of alcohol.

When he finally pushed Zongcheng against the wall, his chest bumped against his chest, and the base of his tongue was also entangled, his heart felt numb, and then his waist loosened, and he heard a soft "呵啦", which was the zipper of his trousers. .

Lin Qianxi breathed harder, and grabbed Zongcheng's long-sleeved shirt with his hands.

There was a rustling sound of clothes, and he was let go only when he heard the sound of hot water dripping out. On the ground were the clothes that had fallen all over the floor, bow ties, shirts, suit vests...

Zongcheng pushed him under the nozzle, and the wet long-sleeve shirt on his body was lifted up to his waist in his hands, his chest heaved, and his voice was low: "You wash it first."

Lin Qianxi wiped the water off his face, watched him panting, and pulled him over: "Why didn't you go first!"

Zong Cheng squeezed him to stand firm, raised his hand and took off his long-sleeved shirt, grabbed his waist and pushed him under the water, saying in a low voice, "Then let's go together."

Half of Lin Qianxi's eyes were water mist, and the other half was his chest. He almost couldn't see anything clearly. He stretched his hands on his waist indiscriminately, and it was tight and flat. His chest couldn't help but jump.

Zong Cheng suddenly squeezed him hard.

Lin Qianxi leaned against the wall, murmured a few words, hooked his hand around his neck, and touched the short hair that was tied in the back of his head. The hair was soaked with water, and it was dripping along him. His fingertips dripped down, and he turned his head patiently, seeing blurred figures huddled together in the hot fog-filled mirror, and Zong Cheng's hand was down his lower back.

He took a sharp breath and almost choked.

Zongcheng pushed his face away with the other hand, then closed his mouth again, squeezing him even tighter, only his fingers were cautious.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of "squeaking" water became numb.

Lin Qianxi propped himself against the wall, gasping for breath, pressing his hands on the tiles to make imprints, feeling that the water had finally stopped and he had finally turned off the water.

Zongcheng pulled out a towel and put it on him: "Get out." His voice was already low in his throat.

Lin Qianxi didn't figure out how to get out at all, and when he realized it, he was already on the bed.

The light was turned off, and there was another zipper sound. He turned his head to look and saw Zongcheng's figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist in the light. He opened the schoolbag at the end of the bed with one hand and stretched it in. He took out a familiar bottle, a birthday present from Yang Rui.

Lin Qianxi's eyelids twitched: "You actually brought it?"

Under Zongcheng's wet hair, a pair of dark eyes looked at him, panting and said: "I forgot how long I left it."

Lin Qianxi's body felt cold, the towel was gone.

His heart was about to explode, he was very cold, and when he gathered together, he was suddenly turned over by his shoulders, and Zong Cheng surrounded him from behind.

Lin Qianxi subconsciously tightened his shoulders. Hearing Zongcheng's breathing, his own breathing was almost irregular. It seemed like a few seconds, and he suddenly felt heavy, and cursed suddenly: "Fuck!!!"

It was beyond my control, a little spark came out, and my mind was about to boil.

Lin Qianxi grabbed the bed sheet tightly, reached out to grab the flowers by the bedside, and pulled off the petals without thinking about anything else.

"You..." He almost blurted out a soft sentence, but before he could say it, he clenched his teeth again.

Drops of water fell on his body, and when Lin Qianxi turned over again, another drop fell on his neck, only to realize that it was Zongcheng's sweat.

He hugged his neck and found that his body was tighter, the back of his shoulders stretched in his eyes, his arms supported his sides, because the lines were tightened with force, his breathing was in his ears, and suddenly he heard his low cry One sentence: "Good boy..."

Lin Qianxi's ear was about to explode, his toes went numb from the top of his head, and for a moment, he even felt that he wasn't his own anymore.