Be good

"Hey, have you heard about that 'our school Ding Junhui'?"

"what?"

"Here, just Lin Qianxi, a freshman. He has only been in the school for a year. He plays games all day long, even during Chinese New Year and holidays. The whole school knows him."

"You talk about him, where, let me see! Damn, my girlfriend tells me how handsome he is every day in front of me, so annoying..."

In the billiard room, Lin Qianxi was sitting on the pool table holding a piece of paper. Hearing voices, he raised his head and glanced out the window.

Two boys carrying kettles passed by to fetch water, and they aimed at him and passed by.

He lowered his head again, looked at the paper in his hand, and shook his leg unconsciously. On it was the accumulation of his battles.

Almost an entire school year's record.

It's been almost a year, and it's summer in Shanghai again. It's hot and humid. The air conditioner in the billiard room is not turned on, and a ceiling fan is blowing from above.

He looked at the records of each game on the above, and he was a little dazed. The game was played every few months. He didn't feel it when he was playing, but now he realized that the time had passed like this.

"Lin Qianxi!!!" There was a sudden angry roar.

Lin Qianxi immediately looked up, saw who was entering the door, and quickly jumped off the table.

"You're sitting on the pool table again!" Mr. Ma came in angrily, wearing a short-sleeved shirt: "How many times have you been told? You can't sit on the pool table! When will you change your habits, you rascal!"

Lin Qianxi answered immediately: "Change, change, stop sitting."

"Apologize!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I asked you to apologize to the pool table!"

"..." Lin Qianxi could only turn his head helplessly, and said to the pool table, "I'm sorry, old table."

"You're being rude!" Mr. Ma snorted, came over with his hands behind his back, and pointed at him: "If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have come back to teach you!"

Lin Qianxi smiled at him: "Don't be angry, old man."

Mr. Ma was hired back by the school, and he became his dedicated coach when he came back. From the first semester of teaching to now, he is usually satisfied with his playing, but he is not satisfied with his small problems brought out from a small place. If you want to say something about him.

"Who is smiling at you," the old man scolded him: "Little red guy! I told you earlier, the next game is very important, what do you look like!"

Lin Qianxi took the cue stick: "Okay, old man, don't chant the magic spell, let's practice."

"I didn't mention you, you still taught me a lesson." Mr. Ma asked him, "How many hours did you practice yesterday?"

"Ten."

"You're crazy!" Mr. Ma glared again: "How many times have I told you that you have to work hard in practice, I think you are in love with Qiu now!"

Lin Qianxi smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Well, I can only fall in love with Qiu, what else can I do?"

The person he wants to talk to is not around, what else can he do, only the ball can enrich him.

"Lin Qianxi?" There was an extra person at the door. He just came over, looked inside, and greeted Mr. Ma again: "Coach Ma, I'm here."

Mr. Ma nodded, restrained his temper: "Come in."

It was Luo Ke who came, wearing a snow-white shirt, carrying a billiard cue bag, full of temperament, as soon as he came in, he gave Lin Qianxi a wink, and took a look at Mr. Ma, meaning he was scolded again?

Lin Qianxi nodded.

Rocco put down his club bag with a smile, and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I'm here to discuss the next game with you."

Lin Qianxi waved the ball and said, "Okay."

Luo Ke is also in this university, and he was also specially recruited by virtue of the original semi-final spot, but he is not on this campus.

When Lin Qianxi filled out the volunteer application form, he filled in the subject of transfer, but when he came, he actually entered the English department.

Luo Ke is in the Department of Economics and Trade Management, and his classes are in the branch campus. There are at least three urban districts away from him, and it takes two hours to take the subway every time.

One month after he first reported for duty, he came to the club for training. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a tall, thin figure standing by the table, and only then did he realize that Lin Qianxi was there.

The club has recruited the two rookies so far. Most of the veterans have gone professional, and there are not many opportunities to come back to practice. Naturally, they are now teammates at the same school, and they will meet together whenever there is a game.

Luo Ke looked at Lin Qianxi, he usually never wears formal clothes for practice, and today he is also wearing a loose black short-sleeve, which makes his face and neck look white, and a corner of his waist is casually tucked into the waistband of his trousers , the whole person is slender and straight, and the arm holding the club is stretched, looking extraordinarily powerful.

"You two discuss it carefully, and wait for Zuo Heng to inform you about the arrangement of the competition." Mr. Ma usually only guides the technique, and usually lets them communicate by themselves, so he has to go out with his hands behind his back, and before leaving, he glared at Lin Qianxi: "Moderate! "

Lin Qianxi whispered "tsk".

After the old man left, Luo Ke turned his gaze away from Lin Qianxi and said, "I want to ask you what you think about this competition, and you know that this Grand Prix is ​​very important, so I want to ask You, the two-on-two inside, do you want to rush?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at him: "Do you want to fight?"

Luo Ke nodded: "In addition to personal points, it would be nice to have one more guarantee."

Lin Qianxi shook his head: "You can find your old partner, but forget about me."

"You mean Deng Kang?" Luo Ke sighed: "Don't you know? He has stopped playing for a long time. He was too impulsive. He seldom played after he was punished in the high school game. Now he can't see anyone. gone."

If Deng Kang hadn't gone to tell Gu Zhiqiang at the beginning, these things might not have happened.But when Lin Qianxi heard the name again, he didn't feel anything anymore: "Oh."

Luo Ke looked at him: "Are you really not going to fight?"

"No, I think it's okay for you to rely on your personal points. There's no need to play with me." Lin Qianxi set up the ball, didn't hit it first, put down the club, went to the side to get a bottle of water, and took out a bottle of water from his trouser pocket. Unscrewed the small plastic bottle, poured one into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Luo Ke asked, "What medicine do you take?"

"Vitamin C." Lin Qianxi showed him the bottle, it was indeed vitamin C.

"I said, you consume too much energy, you should pay attention to supplementing nutrition."

Lin Qianxi smiled casually, took another sip of water, grabbed the club again, and was ready to continue practicing.

Luo Ke blocked it: "Take a break, you have practiced for too long every day. But seriously, do you have confidence in this competition? I listen to Coach Ma, if you can't make it, you probably won't be able to take a career path So it’s also known as the professional threshold game. If you pass it, you will be able to enter a higher and more professional billiards field in the future. It must be incomparable to the present, but if you can’t pass it, it will be difficult in the future.”

Lin Qianxi still put down the cue: "I don't know."

Luo Ke was stunned for a moment: "How dare you say you don't know? I thought you would say yes. You have been so energetic every time before, and you have been playing games for the past two semesters. Shouldn't you be very confident? "

Lin Qianxi stood for a while, then stopped playing altogether, and said, "Practice, I'll go back to the dormitory."

Luo Ke watched him leave, pushed down his glasses, and frowned. If he hadn't left, he would have asked another question.

Ever since we met in college, Lin Qianxi has always been alone. I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, he never saw that person appear beside him again.

Lin Qianxi was sitting in the shade under the dormitory building, checking Moments with his mobile phone.

Zongcheng's latest circle of friends was posted yesterday, just a simple sentence——

Prepare for exams, summer vacation is coming.

As a person, even his Moments are very simple, but organized, one by one, it seems that he has also experienced his life in this school year together.

Classes, classes, exams, experiments, projects...

Lin Qianxi has only spoken to him twice so far.

One time was on his birthday, that time I took the initiative to dial the phone and said to him: "Happy birthday, Master Cheng!"

Zong Cheng replied to him in a very low voice: "Well, happy."

Lin Qianxi couldn't say anything immediately, only each other's breathing remained through the electric current, and no one was at peace.

Later, Zongcheng first said: "Hang up, it's enough to hear your blessing, I'm very happy."

Later that night, Lin Qianxi had a dream all night, and kept running with his back, fearing that he would just disappear. After waking up, he kept looking through his circle of friends before recovering.

Another time was the winter vacation, Lin Qianxi's birthday was not only connected with Chinese New Year, but also happened to be connected with Valentine's Day.

Zongcheng called him and wished him a happy birthday.

Lin Qianxi had just finished a competition and won the prize, and suddenly wanted to see him very much. He ran into the restroom of the arena, and was about to press the video. When he saw his thin face in the mirror, he hesitated, but he still didn't press it. I don't want him to see what I look like.

In the end, he said in a very relaxed tone: "Boyfriend, happy holidays."

Zongcheng didn't speak for a long time, and his breathing was very clear through the receiver, just like when he was holding him and breathing next to his ear, it was very heavy.

Lin Qianxi's throat tightened, and his hands gripped the phone tightly.

Until he replied: "Happy holidays, boyfriend."

I never knew before that it would be very difficult to say a simple greeting when the two places are separated.

I feel unwilling to talk less, and afraid of being unable to hold back when I talk too much.

Maybe he had expected it a long time ago, so he would use Moments to record it. Compared with sound and pictures, words are at least much calmer.

Lin Qianxi has been taking vitamin C since then, because she doesn't want to look too depressed.

He finished swiping Zongcheng's circle of friends, and clicked on Yang Rui's wechat habitually. There was no news, and he turned to the phone call again, but Lu Feng didn't give him any news.

For so long, there is no news of the three guns being caught.

Lin Qianxi frowned, opened Zongcheng's WeChat, wanted to talk to him, but didn't know what to say, so he typed the word "Cheng Ye" with his finger, but it was delayed in the dialog box.

Just now Rocco asked him if he was confident in the game?

He must have had it in the past, but now after playing each game for almost a year, it finally came to the crucial game that will determine the future, and he is actually not sure.

Can he climb higher?Can he change if he climbs higher?

Passing by two boys going back to the dormitory together, one fat and one thin, both holding English materials in their hands, the fat guy walking in front greeted him: "Lin Qianxi, the final exams are over, you won't go home this summer vacation Ah, are you going to play again?"

Lin Qianxi came back to his senses and moved his fingers: "Yes."

I can't remember the names of these two people, anyway, they are in the same class, and I always see them in class.

The fat guy and the thin guy greeted him casually and entered the dormitory.

Lin Qianxi lowered his head and was taken aback for a moment. The "Master of the City" he called just now had already been sent, so he quickly clicked to withdraw.

"Fuck..." He let out a breath, and he was relieved when he saw that there was no response from the dialog box.

Isn't it just to make him not worry that he has to play the game desperately, why make him worry.

Lin Qianxi touched his face, and whispered to himself: "It's okay, brother Xi, hold on a little longer..."

Zongcheng flipped through the book.

Everyone in the library had almost left, but he was still sitting in the self-study room on the first floor, with exam preparation books and a few printed papers in his hand.

His class has been very busy, and he has an exam soon, and he has no free time, but even so, he still listens to the movement of his mobile phone at all times.

The phone in his trouser pocket seemed to vibrate.

Just as Zong Cheng was about to reach out to touch it, a person passed by and stopped to look at him.

"Have you learned all this?"

He took a look: "Teacher Lu."

Teacher Lu's name is Lu Guifan. He wears black-rimmed glasses and has a square face. He looks very upright. He is usually busy in the hospital, so it is a coincidence that he seldom appears here.

He flipped through Zongcheng's books, and there were several professional books borrowed from the library. He was surprised: "You haven't finished your two-and-a-half years of pre-med, and you've only started reading these after one year?"

Zongcheng said, "Learn as fast as you can."

Lu Guifan looked at him, and then turned to his printed papers: "What are you doing? You won't be going back during the summer vacation, so you want to find a job in Beijing?"

It was a summary of several summer job information.

"Well, I don't plan to go back." Zongcheng only went back for a few days during the Chinese New Year during the last winter vacation, in order to accompany Gu Yang.

He always felt that it might be during the holiday, and maybe one day, that person would appear.

Lu Guifan looked at him again: "Well, I have some work in my department. If you have nothing to do during the summer vacation, you can go to my place to help out and do what you can. It's a work-study program."

Zong Cheng thought for a while and then nodded: "OK."

There was no such precedent before, he knew that Lu Guifan was already giving him the opportunity to learn in advance, so there was no reason not to agree.

"It's decided, after the exam, you go to the hospital to find me." Lu Guifan stood up and left.

Seeing him go, Zongcheng took out his phone, opened WeChat and took a look.

There is a withdrawal message in the dialog box of the good boy.

I don't know what he posted and why he withdrew it.

Zongcheng typed and sent it without thinking.

--What's wrong?

There was no reply, and he withdrew to check for incoming calls. So far, Zuo Heng has not given him a call or message.

Well, at least it proves that nothing happened to Lin Qianxi.

Zongcheng checked WeChat again, but still didn't reply, so he typed again.

--Lin Qianxi, what happened to you?

There was a beep, and he immediately lowered his head. It wasn't from Lin Qianxi, but from Liu Dasong, asking if he wanted to go back to the dormitory.

Zongcheng closed the book, replied "No", got up with his mobile phone and went outside, stood down at the corner of the secluded corridor, took out a cigarette, stuffed one in his mouth, and kept looking at the mobile phone while it was lit.

After waiting for a few minutes, he couldn't help it, and pressed the voice: "Lin Qianxi, what's the matter, talk!"

Lin Qianxi washed his face in the bathroom of the dormitory, wiped it clean, and was just about to go back to the billiards room to continue practicing. When he saw the phone on the bed was on, he took it over.

No one else has moved into the dormitory he lives in. He is the only one. No one reminded him. The mobile phone was on vibrate, and he didn't hear it just now.

He clicked on the message and went in, flipped through it, and it was all Zongcheng asked.

--What's wrong?

--Lin Qianxi, what happened to you?

Click on the voice: "Lin Qianxi, what's the matter, talk!"

Hearing his voice again, Lin Qianxi groaned out the last two words, his heart pounded, and he immediately found out his record sheet from his trouser pocket, unfolded it a few times, and took a photo , sent it to him.

--Nothing, good news for you.

"The other party is typing" was displayed on the dialog box, after a while, it disappeared again, and then "the other party is typing" was displayed again, and his words finally popped up.

-- are you trying to scare me to death

Lin Qianxi seemed to have been hit to the top by this question, she pressed her heart, and leaned against the bed: "Fuck..."

If you want to smoke yourself, if you have nothing to do, why do you mess with him.

"Junior brother!" Zuo Heng called him outside.

Lin Qianxi regained consciousness, stood up straight, cleared his throat, and opened the door: "What are you doing?"

Zuo Heng stood at the door of the dormitory and was about to knock on the door. He withdrew his hand and said, "I'm here to inform you about the competition arrangement. Get ready. The venue for the Grand Prix is ​​in Beijing."

Lin Qianxi was taken aback: "Where?"

Zuo Heng's eyes were subtle: "Beijing."

Lin Qianxi didn't make a sound for a long time, his mind was in a daze.

Beijing, without warning, nearly a year of hard work, the final direction is still Beijing.