Be good

After the last match, the top four players left each other's contact information, and Wu Chuan also left Lin Qianxi's, saying that it was convenient for them to contact and discuss their skills in the future.

Wu Chuan specifically mentioned it after he came back, but Lin Qianxi completely forgot about it until Luo Ke called today.

With his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, he walked along the road for a while, and saw a photo studio on the side of the road. There was a "photograph, print, and develop" light box at the door, all faded, and he walked in.

There were several plastic stools at the entrance, and Luo Ke was sitting on one of them. When he saw him, he stood up and said, "Lin Qianxi."

Lin Qianxi looked at him: "Why did you come here on purpose?"

If he hadn't said on the phone that he had already arrived in this small town, Lin Qianxi wouldn't have come here, and even made a special trip all the way, which was really troublesome.

The weather has begun to heat up, but Rocco is still wearing a hooded sportswear, snow-white sneakers, and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is as neat as he was when he was playing.

"Of course there is something wrong. By the way, here's it for you." He handed over a cup of milk tea, which he had already held in his hand: "I bought it on this street, and I'm not familiar with it, so I don't know if it's good or not." drink."

Lin Qianxi didn't answer: "Thank you, drink it yourself, I don't eat sweets."

"It's not sweet, I guess you don't like sweets either, I asked someone to put three-point sugar." Luo Ke still stretched out his hand: "Take it, I bought two cups." He gave him the other hand Look, there is another glass, half drunk.

Lin Qianxi had no choice but to pick it up, not wanting to waste time on these small things, turned around to look inside: "What's the matter, do you want to meet here?"

Luo Ke pointed to the stool: "Sit down and talk, there is a sports magazine looking for you."

Lin Qianxi sat down and put the milk tea on the stool next to him: "Looking for me? Why?"

"They are going to make a special issue on the theme of high school billiards. They want to find you, the champion, to take a photo as the cover. They didn't contact you, but they also found me by the way, so they asked me to find you. I just remembered your number from your teacher that day. .”

"Taking a photo for the cover?" Lin Qianxi was not very interested when he heard it, and felt troublesome at first, pinching the straw with his finger, he poked open the lid of the milk tea with a "snap": "Forget it, the college entrance examination is coming, Who has that time, I have to go back to brush up the questions earlier."

Luo Ke said: "I knew you would say that. Seeing that you have been reading books and doing questions during the training camp, it is impossible for you to go all the way to other cities to shoot magazines, so I told the magazines. I didn't expect They are willing to come to you, so I came here together."

Lin Qianxi was surprised: "Are you so persistent?"

"Yes." Luo Ke took a sip of milk tea and smiled with his glasses on: "I think you are handsome."

Lin Qianxi took another look into the photo studio. There was still a room inside. If he could hear voices, he could count them: "They are already here?"

"Yes." Luo Ke nodded: "Otherwise, why would I ask you to meet here? They have two people here, a photographer and a photography assistant, and they rented this place as a venue." He stood up as he spoke, "I'll go tell them , don’t delay your study, it’s best to finish shooting quickly.”

Lin Qianxi watched him pass by, and had no choice but to refuse, after all, he came all the way to take a photo.

Soon Rocco came out, with a young girl with short hair.

The girl came over, and her eyes lingered up and down on Lin Qianxi: "Is Lin Qianxi? Hello, I am the photography assistant for this shooting. Come with me. I will tell you about the salary first."

Lin Qianxi stood up, glanced at Luo Ke, and asked softly, "Are you rich?"

"Yes." Luo Ke also whispered back: "What's the matter, are you short of money?"

"Lack." Lin Qianxi thought that he was very short. Going to Beijing to go to school was such a big expense, and it would be unrealistic to expect his mother's little salary in the future.

Luo Ke walked in with him, and smiled again: "That's okay, it's the right time."

Lin Qianxi followed the photography assistant girl into the room inside, where the photos were taken. The lights and everything were ready, and a male photographer with artistic long hair was adjusting the camera.

The girl opened her mouth and said, "Is it okay to pay one thousand?"

Lin Qianxi thought for a while: "Okay."

It's pretty good, since you have money, let's shoot it.

"Then what else do you want?" the girl asked again.

Lin Qianxi took out her mobile phone and looked at it. It was only nine o'clock in the morning. Guess Zongcheng might have been studying the questions for several hours, and said to her, "After two hours of filming, I have to go back and study the questions."

"That's too late." The girl said, and looked at him again: "Forget it, you are handsome, you have the final say."

The whole process is about two hours.

Lin Qianxi came here wearing a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans. At the girl's request, he changed into the formal clothes they brought, took a club, and posed for a few simple poses.

The last group is to take a group photo with Rocco.

Luo Ke also changed into his formal clothes and came to stand with him.

The photographer asked them to take a few photos of the public with their backs facing each other, but they were still not satisfied. Finally, they looked up from behind the camera and said, "Why don't you two be more intimate, hook your shoulders and put your back on each other, and touch the pole with the pole. Together like that."

Luo Ke looked at Lin Qianxi, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

Lin Qianxi didn't move: "Farewell, it's not good, I can't just touch anyone with my pole."

"Are there any taboos?" asked the photography assistant girl.

"I have a partner." Lin Qianxi said: "The target is taboo."

The girl smiled: "It's not a touch bar for you to hang shoulders with female players. How can your girlfriend be jealous because of this?"

Lin Qianxi turned the club in his hand, but still didn't cooperate: "Well, it's not good anyway."

Luo Ke pushed his glasses again, glanced at him, and finally smiled and said, "Let's forget it if he doesn't want to, let's change his look."

Anyway, after more than 40 minutes of wrangling, the filming was finally finished.

Lin Qianxi changed out of his formal clothes in the toilet of the photo studio, put on his jeans, put on a long-sleeved shirt, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket. When he opened it, he saw a bright red number " 2".

Click in, a missed voice call, and a message below.

--Where are you still up?

He went out from the toilet and typed a reply while bowing his head.

-- making money.

Zongcheng replied in seconds.

--I ask where you are.

Lin Qianxi made a "tsk", and for some reason, he laughed just imagining his fucking indifferent tone.

--The old photo studio on East Street.

"Lin Qianxi." Luo Ke also changed and came over, just in time to see him looking at his phone, and asked, "Are you busy?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at him: "I'm just busy with the questions, I'm going to leave after the filming."

"I'm going to leave too." Luo Ke smiled softly: "The college entrance examination is coming soon, it's really not the time, otherwise it took several hours to drive here, at least I have to play for a while before leaving."

"There's nothing interesting here." Lin Qianxi walked out: "It's a small place, very boring."

Luo Ke followed him and walked to the door: "Can I tell you something before I leave?"

Lin Qianxi turned around: "What's the matter?"

Luo Ke seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "Let's find a place to talk."

Lin Qianxi remembered the cup of milk tea he bought, and said, "Then go to the store where you bought the milk tea, and I'll buy you another cup."

The milk tea shop is also diagonally opposite the photo studio, a few steps away.

Lin Qianxi didn't like drinking, so he asked Luo Ke to order.

He didn't seem to be in the mood for milk tea anymore, so he casually ordered a cup of red beans.

There were no other customers in the store, so Lin Qianxi casually hooked up a stool and sat down: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Luo Ke stirred the cup of red bean milk tea, and took a piece of tissue paper from the table to wipe the table in front of him: "Let me think about how to say it first."

Lin Qianxi watched him wipe the table and thought to himself, Jindan, so particular.

After wiping the table, Luo Ke asked: "Do you still remember that I was at the hotel that night at the commendation meeting, and I just wanted to tell you something?"

Lin Qianxi thought for a while: "Well, remember, it's one thing?"

"Yes, one thing is related to Zongcheng."

Lin Qianxi looked over immediately: "What?"

"You should know that Deng Kang has an enmity with Zongcheng. I just want to tell you why the two of them have enmity."

Lin Qianxi's face became serious, because he felt that his tone was not quite right: "Why?"

Luo Ke looked at him through the lens: "Zongcheng harmed Deng Kang's boyfriend."

Lin Qianxi frowned, thinking he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"Deng Kang likes men. He used to be in the same school as Zongcheng and had a boyfriend. Later, that boyfriend was harmed by Zongcheng." Luo Ke looked at his expression, and he didn't drink a sip of milk tea until now: "I know this .”

Lin Qianxi felt uncomfortable in an instant. He felt that after waiting for a long time, he heard something inexplicable. He stood up and kicked the stool: "I still think it's a big deal. Tell me this kind of nonsense. It's boring."

Luo Ke quickly stood up: "Deng Kang told me himself, and I only knew why he targeted Zongcheng so much. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to tell you."

"So what did he say?" Lin Qianxi's face was already cold: "What is evil? Did he make it clear?"

Luo Ke was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect him to have such a reaction: "No, I also asked, but Deng Kang refused to tell, and was very angry. It is said that Zongcheng transferred schools because of this."

"Didn't say a fart!" Lin Qianxi sneered: "Stop fucking nonsense, a person surnamed Deng deserves to say other people's troubles, what a fucking face."

He turned around and walked out.

Luo Ke chased him out, wanting to explain a few words, but he walked too fast, and disappeared immediately.

Lin Qianxi turned directly into an alley and left.

Out of the alley, on the road where he came, he kicked away the pebbles under his feet, and cursed at the tree trunk by the side of the road: "Fuck!"

It's really interesting, suddenly a boyfriend surnamed Deng came out.

How did it happen?There is a way to make it clear!

Unclearly saying that Zongcheng harmed him is just to make people guess wildly, right?

He didn't know why he was so angry, but he felt very uncomfortable, maybe he was angry for Zongcheng, or maybe he was angry for himself, and a thorn popped out like a well-behaved person, poking him indiscriminately.

"Did that tree offend you?" Zong Cheng's voice was suddenly heard.

As soon as Lin Qianxi turned his head, he was standing in front of him, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs pulled up to his forearms, his short hair was too neat in the summer wind, and Tom was still at his feet.

"Come to see me?" Lin Qianxi asked.

Zongcheng said, "I've studied the questions for hours, and I'm going out for a walk with the dog."

"Walking so far?"

"By the way, let's take a walk to see what money you are making." Zongcheng glanced at him, turned his head and walked back, and said lightly, "I went to the photo studio, and I heard that you took pictures with others, and you made this money." ?”

Lin Qianxi followed: "Well, I'll make this money."

Zongcheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, and kept walking: "You are so happy to shoot, you don't even want to do the questions?"

"Who said..." Lin Qianxi stared at the back of his head, remembering the touch of his fingers inserted into his hair, and wanted to reach out to touch it, and suddenly recalled: "Are you jealous?"

Zongcheng still walked forward: "No."

Lin Qianxi twitched the corner of his mouth: "I took the photo with Luo Ke, the one who sent me strawberries and asked for WeChat, you know?"

Zong Cheng looked back at him: "Well, I know, but he doesn't dare to do anything."

"?" Lin Qianxi said, "Are you so sure?"

Zongcheng knew that he said that on purpose, what would Luo Ke dare to do, unless he said what he said before: "Sure, what can he do with me around?"

Lin Qianxi was taken aback by his words, and grinned, feeling very pleased, but he didn't laugh in the end.

Rocco was fine, he just talked about him.

Zongcheng walked out for a while, and stopped at a food stall selling fried noodles: "Buy noodles and take them home to eat. Gu Yang and I haven't eaten yet, so we'll do the quizzes after eating."

Lin Qianxi looked at him and nodded absently: "Anything is fine."

Until I bought noodles, I walked to the secluded road back to the old building.

Lin Qianxi still followed behind, watching Zongcheng walk ahead at a leisurely pace with his face in his hands, while Tom was jumping greedily around his legs.

The irritability that had been suppressed all the way in his heart was a little unbearable, and he felt that it was ridiculous. He put both hands in his trouser pockets, clenched them tightly, and suddenly called out: "Hey."

Zong Cheng turned to look at him: "Hey what?"

"Call you." Lin Qianxi pursed his lips and looked at him: "You really haven't talked to anyone before, have you?"

Zongcheng said: "I remember telling you, didn't you know?"

Lin Qianxi nodded twice, very forcefully: "Yes, you did, but you didn't."

"What's wrong?" Zong Cheng already felt that something was wrong with him today, and he felt it when he saw him.

Lin Qianxi lowered his head, walked forward, and passed him first: "It's okay, I'll just make sure."

After entering the old building and up the stairs, Zong Cheng followed, grabbed his wrist and pulled him.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and just stepped on two more steps, a bit higher than him.

"What else do you need to confirm?" Zong Cheng looked up at his face: "I haven't talked about it, and I don't have any boyfriend or girlfriend. It's just you, Lin Qianxi."

Lin Qianxi looked at his face, didn't see any expression, but felt that his eyes were black and fixed, surprisingly serious, as if his heart was being pulled hard, for a few seconds, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck!" ..."

He grabbed Zongcheng's collar with both hands, pulled him up, and stepped on him with his face close, and took a deep breath: "I believe you, you are my boyfriend, I don't fucking believe you Believe who!"

If you don't believe in yourself, do you still believe in others?

"What am I you?" Zong Cheng asked in a low voice following his words.

Lin Qianxi said in a low voice, "Boy, friend, friend!"

Zong Cheng smiled slightly: "You are my only boyfriend."