Be good

The neighboring city is dozens of kilometers away, but it's not too far away.

After Lin Qianxi arrived that day, he entered the training ground. It was the same place as the competition, and it was in the designated stadium in the city. There were more than a dozen billiard rooms specially set up for the contestants to practice.

There is also a dormitory arranged in the hall, which is completely closed training.

"Click! Crack!" There was a sound of pounding the ball again and again.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Qianxi was still in the billiard room.

The training camp was like this, it was such a monotonous and repetitive practice for several days, and the other billiard rooms were also full of people.

Jiang Hao stood beside him holding the club, looked at the time on the wall clock, and reminded him: "It's ok, Wu Chuan said that you should practice for three hours a day."

Lin Qianxi stood up straight and put down the cue: "Then you come."

Jiang Hao walked to the table, took his place, and glanced at him: "What are you doing, do you have to do your homework again?"

Lin Qianxi dragged a stool to the small table for resting, took the test papers and books that had been placed on the table, sat down, folded his legs, and lowered his head with a pen to write: "Yes. .”

Jiang Hao looked at him while waving the ball, helplessly: "I'm convinced, because you think Xu Jin gave too few test papers, even I was assigned a bunch of homework and brought over, so it's not possible, why did you suddenly Has it changed like this?"

Lin Qianxi said without raising his head, "Then you want me to be the same as before?"

Jiang Hao said: "Then I don't want it..."

When the billiards on the table started to ring, Lin Qianxi had already written several multiple-choice questions.

The next algebra problem is a bit difficult. He reached into his trouser pocket, took out his phone, and turned it on. He just clicked on the lighthouse profile picture in WeChat. He checked the time. School was not over at this point. He should be in class, or counted. up.

Suddenly I heard Jiang Hao ask: "Are you looking for Zongcheng?"

He put down his phone, looked up and said, "No."

Jiang Hao leaned over to hit the ball and looked at him: "I see you are holding your phone like that, you just want to find him."

"What are you looking at, let's hit your ball." Lin Qianxi didn't want to be stared at by him, so he took out the draft paper from under the test paper, tore off half of it, pulled it in two, pulled it into a ball, and plugged one in each of his left ear and right ear , bowed his head and continued to write his test paper.

Seeing his attitude of not wanting to talk, Jiang Hao had no choice but to shut up and play.

Lin Qianxi stuffed two balls of paper as earplugs, wrote two questions, couldn't help it, and glanced at the phone next to him.

I haven't contacted Zongcheng since I came here. The main reason is that the time is staggered. Either he is in class, or he is practicing by himself. It is rare that he is a little free in the morning and evening, and he is called by Wu Chuan to practice running on the playground of the stadium.

He shook the pen between his fingers, forced himself to focus on the test paper, coughed low and dry in his throat, thinking what to do, am I falling in lovesickness here in broad daylight?

"Lin Qianxi! Lin Qianxi!"

Putting two balls of paper in his ears doesn't have much sound insulation effect at all, and Jiang Hao can hear him clearly when he is calling.

Lin Qianxi raised his head and took out a ball of paper from his ear: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Hao winked at the door: "Someone is looking for you."

Lin Qianxi turned his head.

There was a man standing at the door, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he was very handsome, and greeted him: "Lin Qianxi, we meet again."

Lin Qianxi also took out the ball of paper from the other ear, looked at him several times, and then recognized him: "It's you."

"Luo Ke, don't you even remember my name?" He smiled: "Anyway, I was also the runner-up in the final against you last time."

Lin Qianxi really forgot what his name was just now, but he remembered his doggy partner Deng Kang who used 502 glue to harm his hands. Thinking of that guy, his expression was not very good: "Is there anything you can do with me?"

Luo Ke walked over: "I just arrived yesterday. I just found out today that you are also playing in this arena. I heard that you and your teammates are only here to practice for the past few days. Come and have a look."

He held a transparent disposable lunch box in his hand and put it on the table in front of Lin Qianxi. Inside were washed grapes one by one, "Here are you." He said and glanced at Jiang Hao who was standing there, Additional sentence: "Here you are."

Lin Qianxi looked at the box of grapes, confused: "Why is this, are you not afraid that your partner will find out that you are 'collaborating with the enemy'?"

Luo Ke was amused by his words: "This time it's an individual competition. Deng Kang and I separated. We didn't come to this competition area to play. You won't be able to meet this time. I've always been embarrassed by what he did at that time." , just as an apology."

Lin Qianxi heard that the dog surnamed Deng was not around, and felt much more comfortable. He didn't have any prejudice against him, but he felt that the cannibal's mouth was short, and he didn't want it: "You should eat by yourself."

"Actually, I just want to come to make friends." Luo Ke pushed the box of grapes towards him: "You're welcome, I won't bother you anymore, I'm going back to practice." He didn't give him a chance to refuse, and turned around left the ballroom.

"..." Lin Qianxi was speechless, and glanced at the box of grapes again.

Jiang Hao came over, opened the lid, took one and studied it in front of his eyes: "What's going on, isn't it just another trick this time?"

Lin Qianxi said: "The whole gym is full of trainees, how dare he poison?"

Jiang Hao just put it in his mouth and ate it: "It's quite sweet, could it be that he was convinced by you?"

"Maybe, there are not many people who are convinced by my brother, aren't you?" Lin Qianxi smiled and stuffed the two balls of paper back into his ears, and continued to write the test paper: "Eat it if you think it's sweet."

Jiang Hao was blocked by his wild words, seeing that he didn't eat a grape and just went to write the test paper, took another grape and stuffed it in his mouth, and then went back to play his own ball.

It was already night when the training camp ended.

Lin Qianxi plucked the two balls of paper from his ears, took the books and test papers out of the ball room, and happened to meet Wu Chuan coming over.

"Those who don't know think that the one I brought out to play the game is the top student from No. [-] Middle School." Seeing Lin Qianxi's appearance, he couldn't help complaining.

When Lin Qianxi heard Xueba, he thought of Zongcheng inadvertently, and grinned: "Are you going to practice running today?"

"I won't practice anymore, and I will start the preliminaries tomorrow." Wu Chuan said, "You two should go back to the dormitory now. Rest early tonight and keep your spirits up."

Jiang Hao cleaned up the billiard table and said, "Got it."

Lin Qianxi suddenly ran out in a [-]-meter sprint.

Wu Chuan followed his back with his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he turned a corner and disappeared: "What is this kid doing?"

Jiang Hao said: "Let's study, Lin Qianxi loves to study very much now, it's really strange."

Lin Qianxi ran back to the dormitory in one breath.

The dormitory is a single room, but it is old and small. Except for a single bed and a simple locker, there is nothing else. The toilets have to go to the end of the corridor to use the public one.

The schoolbag he brought was placed on the small bed, and the formal suit Zongcheng gave him was hung on the handle of the locker on a hanger. He had been hanging it up like this since he came here, waiting to wear it when playing games.

Lin Qianxi sat on the bed as soon as he entered the door. As soon as the books and test papers were put away, he took out his mobile phone, swiped his fingers, and clicked on WeChat.

He didn't type, he thought it was troublesome, so he directly dialed the voice call.

Below the lighthouse profile picture is the letter z's WeChat name, flashing on the screen of his mobile phone, always showing that he is waiting for the other party to answer, but there is no call.

Almost 2 minutes later, still no one answered.

Listening to the busy tone of "Ding ding dong dong", Lin Qianxi frowned, pursed his lips, and stared at the phone. Finally, he had time. Why didn't he answer it? What was he doing?

Until the automatic hang up, still did not answer.

Lin Qianxi took the phone and tried several times, but it was the same.

Suddenly the door was knocked a few times, it was not closed at first, and then it was pushed open.

He hung up immediately, turned his head, and saw Jiang Hao's face poking in from the door.

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't even eaten dinner after hours of golf practice. Wu Chuan asked me to bring you some from the cafeteria." Jiang Hao came in, handed him the packaged meal, and glanced at the food in his hand. Cell phone: "Are you calling Zongcheng again?"

Lin Qianxi put down his phone and took his meal: "Can't I study with him?"

"I didn't say no, why such a big reaction?" Jiang Hao still held a lunch box in his hand, and handed it to him together: "The grapes that Luo Ke sent, there are still these left, I will bring them back for you too gone."

"No, you can eat." Lin Qianxi almost forgot about it.

"Forget it, I ate it all." Jiang Hao took the door and left.

Lin Qianxi put down his meal, picked up his mobile phone and made another call, but still no one answered: "Fuck, where are people..."

With his head down, Zongcheng stood in Yang Rui's grocery store, connected his mobile phone to the socket at the counter, and carried his schoolbag on his shoulder.

"It's almost home and you come to my place to charge, you can't wait for such a short time?" Yang Rui sat on the wicker chair with the key, and was about to close the store and lock the door.

Zongcheng fiddled with the phone: "I didn't pay attention during my self-study last night, so I just turned it off, just charge it until it turns on."

"I just came back after self-study. No wonder I saw you so late. Where is Lin Qianxi? Why haven't I seen anyone these days?"

"Going to the game," he said. "It's been a few days."

Yang Rui just found out about this: "Then it's no wonder you are going to self-study."

Zongcheng turned to look at him, but said nothing.

Yang Rui smiled, Brother Cool is Brother Cool, I can't make fun of him: "What's the matter, I'm not stupid, I can't see other things, and this kind of thing can't be seen? You are quite daring."

Zongcheng tried it, but the electricity was not enough, so he couldn't turn on the phone, so he put it down first: "What dare you?"

"Paolin Qianxi." Yang Rui said: "He is not a child of a good family, and he has been a headache for so many years. Don't you have any determination to say anything?"

Zongcheng leaned against the counter and waited for his mobile phone, and said with a twitch: "It's enough for him to be good in front of me."

Yang Rui was surprised when he heard this, and smiled again: "You can do it, you can do it, fortunately this is high school, and it will take a few more years to pay off."

The phone started to play music, and with just a few words, it finally slowed down.

Zongcheng took it from the counter, swiped open the screen, clicked on WeChat, and saw a striking "8" on the profile picture of "Guy Boy", tapped his finger immediately, and a dialog box popped up, indicating that there was a voice call from Batong. It was already three hours ago, I unplugged the charger and walked out: "Thanks, let's go first."

Leaning on the rattan chair, Yang Rui joked, "It's okay, I'll charge it again anytime."

Zongcheng went out, walking very fast. Lin Qianxi didn't look for him these days, so he knew that he must have no time. He didn't expect that his phone ran out of battery once today, and he missed the call.

While the electricity was still on, he walked and sent a sentence according to the voice: "Can you still talk now, boy?"

……

Because he was going to advance to the preliminaries, Lin Qianxi got up early in the morning, changed into formal clothes, and went to the lounge in the stadium, but he didn't see many people on the way.

The lounge is much better than his free single-room dormitory. At least there is a mirror. He flicked his hair twice in front of the mirror, and straightened his clothes. When he buttoned his tie, he remembered what Zongcheng said, reminding himself Don't swear in the arena, just straighten your bow tie.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket.

I called many times last night but failed to get through, until a call from Wu Chuan came in, reminding him to go to bed early, so I had to turn the volume on mute and go to sleep. I don't know if Zongcheng saw the message he called.

Lin Qianxi opened WeChat absently, and saw the new voice coming in, and immediately clicked it to his ear——

"Can you still talk now, boy?" Zongcheng's voice was neither high nor low, and his breath was uneven, as if he was walking.

He held it in front of his eyes to check the time. It was past ten o'clock last night.

"Damn, what kind of face is this..." Lin Qianxi frowned and muttered to himself, it was perfectly intertwined, and he looked back to see that there was no one in the lounge, and he didn't know if he got up now, or arrived at school, it didn't matter , followed the voice and replied: "Are you missing?"

A prompt "The other party is talking" suddenly popped up on the dialog box, and the voice came back immediately.

Zongcheng: "I'm not missing, I'm waiting for your news."

Lin Qianxi was a little sleepy when he heard his voice, maybe it was just getting up, and felt that his low voice had penetrated into his eardrums, and then another voice came, and he put the phone to his ear to listen.

Zongcheng: "Last night, the phone ran out of battery. I came back to look for you and didn't reply, so I guessed that you were asleep and angry?"

Lin Qianxi felt that he seemed to be explaining, so he was about to laugh, and put the phone to his mouth: "Yes, I'm so fucking angry, I finally found you and haven't picked it up, the game is about to start , there is no time again!"

A new voice pops out.

Zongcheng said in a low voice: "Give me a chance, I will pay attention next time."

The corners of Lin Qianxi's mouth curled up, as long as he remembered that he was such a stubble and could say such things, he wanted to laugh. When he looked up and saw his face in the mirror, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door of the lounge opened, and a few people came in , touched his mouth with his hand, and held back.

"Lin Qianxi," someone called him, "You came so early?"

Lin Qianxi was still looking at his phone, and when he looked up, it was Luo Ke who came over and put on formal clothes.

"Ah, yes." He responded casually.

Luo Ke was about the same height as him. After putting on the formal suit, he was thinner and looked more temperamental than usual. He took out a hand from behind and found another lunch box, which contained yellow and sliced ​​mangoes: " Here you go."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him and then at him.

Luo Ke raised his fingers on the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I live in a hotel outside and bought them on the way here. There are no such in the stadium. Eat some fruit before the game to relax."

Then yesterday's box of grapes was also bought from outside?Lin Qianxi suddenly felt a little strange, and smiled: "Why are you always so polite, what Deng Kang did has nothing to do with you, and I don't blame you, there is no need to be like this."

Luo Ke said: "It has nothing to do with him, I sent you off myself."

"Why?" Lin Qianxi blurted out.

"I just want to make friends with you." Luo Ke smiled, put the lunch box on the table under the mirror, and looked at his formal suit: "You look really good today, everyone is looking at you."

Lin Qianxi was interrupted, and turned his head to look around. The people who came in just now were sitting on the sofa talking, and a few girls were looking at him, chatting quietly and laughing.

"Those female players are from my team. Someone asked me about you yesterday, asking if you have a girlfriend." Luo Ke said with a smile, "Do you have one?"

Lin Qianxi wanted to reply to WeChat quickly, rubbed his fingers on the phone, and replied nonchalantly: "Are you going to be asked about your relationship when you are playing a game?"

Luo Ke was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "Then I won't ask, I think you must have none."

"Roco." A female player called.

Rocco glanced there and said, "I'll go first."

"Okay." Lin Qianxi was in no mood to chat, and seeing him leave, she immediately turned her back and continued looking at her phone.

Zongcheng is still waiting for his reply, the voice cannot be answered, so he can only type.

--It's time for a match, and there are others, so I can't speak.

Zongcheng also typed and sent it.

--That means you are not angry?

Lin Qianxi gave a soft "tsk", remembering this, a little funny in his heart, lowered his head, and typed quickly with his fingers.

--I'm angry, the kind who wants to vomit blood, if I don't play well in the promotion later, I will find you.

Zongcheng also returned quickly.

--Fight well, how can you not fight well.

--I'm still waiting for you to play the official game this weekend.

Lin Qianxi was just about to ask what are you waiting for, when he heard Wu Chuan's voice behind him: "Are you here? I thought you weren't up yet. I bought you breakfast. Come and eat. It's time to prepare for the game. What are you doing?" Well, don't play with your phone, hand it over to me later in the game."

"..." He didn't have time to type, and put away his phone.

Jiang Hao arrived with Wu Chuan, handed him a breakfast, and saw the box of mangoes on the table under the mirror: "Could it be from that Luo Ke again?"

Lin Qianxi took the breakfast: "Yes, he brought it again."

"Damn it?" Jiang Hao glanced at Luo Kena's team: "Even if he is conquered by you, he doesn't have to be so nice to you, right?"

Lin Qianxi said, "He said he wanted to make friends with me."

Jiang Hao picked up the box of mangoes and looked at it: "Buying such a good fruit is for making friends, and chasing girlfriends is not so considerate."

Lin Qianxi took a bun and took a bite out of his mouth: "Day, you are a talent, you really know how to use metaphors."

A staff member came in from outside, holding a manual and began to report the grouping arrangements for the preliminaries later.

The two stopped talking and listened carefully to the arrangements.

The preliminaries are for all contestants to be promoted in groups first. This time there are many more contestants than in the last regional competition. There are many groups and the fights are slow.

After finishing a group and successfully advancing to the top 64, they can enter the weekend official competition.

So in the next few days, it will be competitions.

……

In the classroom, after the last English class, when the bell rang, Wang Xiao turned his head from the front: "Master Cheng, are you free for the precious half-day vacation this weekend? Xige and the others went to a game, and I Seeing that you stay here for self-study these days, why don't you move around?"

Zongcheng lowered his head and flipped through his phone: "No time."

On the phone, Gu Yang sent a WeChat message.

--Do you really want me and sister Cai to come over on weekends?

He replied briefly.

--Need not.

Wang Xiao said: "I haven't made any arrangements yet, why are you not free?"

"I have my own arrangements, so I'm not free." Zongcheng put away his phone, simply packed his schoolbag and left the classroom.

"Why, you left without finishing your sentence..." Wang Xiao muttered.

Lin Qianxi was sitting in the billiard hall of the game, moving the fingers of his hands, preparing for the official game.

After the preliminaries, there was actually no pressure. Except that it took a long time, the promotion went smoothly these days. It was similar to what Zong Cheng said, how could he not play well.

It's a pity that Wu Chuan took the mobile phone away. It seems that he has lost contact with the outside world these days, and he can only enjoy the promotion process to himself.

"Lin Qianxi," Luo Ke came over, dressed meticulously in formal attire, with a cue in his hand: "I am competing in the next hall, I wish you a smooth competition, and hope to meet you in the final."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him: "Oh, you too."

Luo Ke pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "In the past few days, are we two friends?"

Lin Qianxi laughed: "As for the fruits you paid for, if you weren't Deng Kang's partner, you wouldn't be able to be friends."

"Really?" Luo Ke also smiled: "Actually, Deng Kang and I will be partners, in addition to his good skills, it is also because I am the same kind of person as him."

These words were a bit emotional, Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows: "What kind of people?"

Luo Ke was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "It's not that I have the same character as him, I mean something else."

"Oh……"

"The time is up." Wu Chuan reminded him in front, and waved to Lin Qianxi, the referee had already entered the field.

Rocco nodded to him and hurried away.

Lin Qianxi stood up, walked to the field, and took the club.

The official match is allowed to watch the match, but it is a promotion match after all, not as attractive as the final. There are not many spectators present, and there are only a few people sitting sparsely in the auditorium.

Lin Qianxi's opponent was tall and thin. He had been indifferent since the two sides shook hands before the start of the match, and he played very aggressively.

The scores on the table were not much different, Lin Qianxi was leading, but he was closely chasing the score.

With a sound of "beep", a ball fell into the bag with a muffled sound, and the tall and thin man took advantage and began to overtake.

Sitting on the opponent's bench, Lin Qianxi watched his opponent score two goals from two angles. When it came to the third goal, he missed it. It seemed that he deliberately wanted to make him a stumbling block, but he didn't hit it. Enter.This scene reminded him of the time he played with Zongcheng for no reason.

In individual competitions, no one supports him, and he is his own support.

Lin Qianxi returned to the table, wiped the stick with the powder, leaned over, and lowered his shoulders.

"Crack!" One.

"Crack!" Another one.

The referee clearly read his increased points, Wu Chuan took a few small steps on the sidelines, watching him the whole time, maybe he started to get nervous again, his balls on the table became less and less visible to the naked eye.

Lin Qianxi didn't look at anyone, he only had the ball in his eyes when he was playing.

He straightened up, wiped the rod again, walked to the diagonally opposite side, found the right angle, and pressed down the rod.

Stand still for three seconds, "Crack!"

The last ball pocketed.

Suddenly there was applause from the auditorium. Lin Qianxi stood up straight and took a look. It was some female players who hadn't played yet, but they came to the auditorium to watch him play. Several girls were clapping their hands while looking at him. , talking and laughing with each other.

He glanced casually, turned his eyes away, and suddenly glanced at the door of the billiard hall, and then flung his eyes back.

Standing at the door was a tall, long-legged figure, wearing a black coat, with neat short hair and a schoolbag on his shoulder, looking at him.

"Fuck me?" Lin Qianxi's eyes widened.

Really or not, hallucination?

When he heard the referee's score report suddenly, he came back to his senses, pursed his lips, straightened his bow tie, saw the person standing at the door seemed to have a smile on his lips, turned his head and went out.

"Advanced." Wu Chuan came over and said, as if he was relieved: "Take a break."

Lin Qianxi stuffed the club into his hand and chased towards the door.

Outside there are several competition halls with closed doors, and there are staff members at the door. He didn't chase far, and when he passed the door of the toilet, he heard a low voice: "Here."

Lin Qianxi stopped, turned in, and was grabbed by the arm by a hand, and was dragged directly into the cubicle.

"Bang" the door closed, and Lin Qianxi saw him clearly.

Zong Cheng was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, and still clutching his arm, the two of them huddled together.

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi stared at him: "It's really you! How did you get here?"

"I came in time, didn't I say I'm waiting for you to play the official game on the weekend." The corner of Zongcheng's mouth slightly raised: "Be quiet, do you want to call everyone outside?"

Lin Qianxi smiled, pressed his chest with his free hand, and pulled the tight bow tie again, trying to breathe a sigh of relief: "I'm so surprised, I didn't expect you to come..." I was so surprised, my heart skipped a beat. Jump fast.

Zongcheng reached behind his neck, helped him loosen his tie, and looked at his face: "Didn't you say that you were about to vomit blood?"

Lin Qianxi smiled, trying to break free with his arm, and bumped against his leg: "Yes, let go, I'm angry."

Zongcheng didn't loosen his tie, and pressed his hand on the back of his neck, and suddenly lifted his head, and his head lowered.

Lin Qianxi's mouth was tightly gagged.

Zongcheng is very forceful at this time, kissing as soon as possible, never giving him any mental preparations, pressing his lips against his lips, reaching out to his waist with the hand grabbing his arm, pressing him tightly through the suit and vest, squeezing him in the By the compartment door.

There were voices talking outside, and Lin Qianxi heard someone entering the toilet, and there was a splashing sound from the sink.

He used his hand to hook the latch of the door, fearing that it might not be closed, so he checked it a few times and didn't click it. When he stopped, he grabbed Zongcheng's neckline with his hand, and the two of them stuck tightly together in this small space.

His lips seemed to be crushed inch by inch. It was Zongcheng's own strength. Lin Qianxi hadn't recovered from his excitement, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and he was almost short of oxygen. With the tip of his tongue, Zongcheng squeezed the line of his lips.

He was short of breath, his lips parted, and in the next second, Zongcheng's tongue squeezed in.

Lin Qianxi could hear his heart beating like a rumbling drum in his chest, pressing against his chest, as if he could hear him too, with his mouth open, his lower lip rubbed his upper lip, unconsciously seemed to be She has already completely traced the shape of his thin lips, and they suddenly wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and when she sucked, her breathing stopped for a second.

The person outside pushed the door, but did not push it: "There is someone..." The footsteps went to the next door.

Zong Cheng finally let him go a little bit, Lin Qianxi's tongue was numb, and he fished his hand from his neckline to his neck, and inserted it into his knotty short hair. There is no movement, except for each other's breathing.