Be good

The lips of the two didn't part until everyone else in the toilet had left and it was quiet again.

Lin Qianxi leaned against the door, exhaling and inhaling one mouthful at a time, with his hands still inserted in Zongcheng's short hair, he squeezed his wet lips, the root of his tongue was numb, and his scalp was also numb, panting and said: "That's amazing!" Master Cheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, where did you learn the trick?"

Zong Cheng was heaving against his chest, breathing on the tip of his nose: "Is this still worth learning?"

"Fuck, you're self-taught?"

"You can still use idioms."

Lin Qianxi grinned, "Don't interrupt."

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth raised, and the hand on the back of Lin Qianxi's neck touched his throat. He took off his tie and stuffed it in his vest pocket. The other hand was still on his waist.

Lin Qianxi felt a little itchy on his waist, and it was his fingers scraping his waistline through the suit vest, and then he heard him ask: "It's really powerful?"

Lin Qianxi's eyelids twitched, feeling that the words were going to be outrageous, she raised her head to meet his eyes, and found that he seemed to be in a good mood today, with a smile on his lips all the time: "You are quite proud."

"Fortunately," I'm not proud," said Zongcheng, "playing normally. "

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi smiled and lifted his leg, wanting to kick him.

Zongcheng pushed his knee back as soon as he pressed his hand.

"Lin Qianxi?" Wu Chuan's voice called from outside, as if he had entered the toilet, and said to himself: "Not here? Where did you go..."

The two people in the compartment remained motionless, waiting for the sound of his footsteps to disappear before they separated completely.

Zongcheng opened the door: "Go out now, or someone will come later."

Lin Qianxi flashed out, went to the pool to straighten his clothes in front of the mirror, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, took a while, washed his hands again, and wiped his mouth with wet hands to cool off, it was too hot.

Zong Cheng came out after him, washed his hands next to him, glanced at him in the mirror, and picked up the schoolbag that was about to fall off his shoulder.

Lin Qianxi winked at the door and went out first.

Wu Chuan had just come from the hall where the competition was over, and he hadn't left outside yet. When he saw him coming out of the toilet, he asked angrily, "Why did you go in such a hurry, and you couldn't find anyone?" Give him back his phone.

Lin Qianxi took it over: "What can you do, go to the toilet."

From behind, Zongcheng came out.

Wu Chuan was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Zong Chenghui: "Come to buy test papers, you can't buy them in small places, so you can only come here and watch their competitions by the way."

"Come here just to set the test papers? No wonder your grades are so good." Wu Chuan didn't doubt it at all: "It's a good time to come, Lin Qianxi has a competition in the afternoon, help me keep an eye on him."

"Okay." Zong Cheng looked serious.

Lin Qianxi was also serious, walked forward and led him to the lounge.

When I opened the door and went in, I saw that Wu Chuan didn't follow, so I asked deliberately: "Where's the test paper you bought, why didn't I see it?"

Zongcheng came in after him, took off the schoolbag on his shoulders, sat down on the sofa, unzipped the zipper, and took out a thick set of test papers with the words "Summary of five-year college entrance examination simulation" on the cover.

"How?" he asked.

"..." Lin Qian was dressed in a suit: "You are awesome, as expected of you."

Zongcheng smiled. In fact, this is really a reason. He was specially prepared for fear of being asked by Wu Chuan when he came.

"Is there any water?" He stood up and took off his coat. He was a little thirsty due to the rush all the way.

After kissing him just now, the throat became even more dry.

"Yes." Lin Qianxi went to the water dispenser, looked down for a disposable paper cup, and wanted to pour water for him.

Zongcheng looked at his figure bent over there. This suit fit him perfectly. His waist was tucked in, and his legs were slender because of the trousers. But he was the only one who couldn't even put on a suit He looks like a ruffian, and he looks like a ruffian when he swears and bows on the court.

He suddenly asked: "Does someone praise you for being handsome in this outfit?"

Lin Qianxi held the water, straightened his waist and said, "Yes, there are too many. Didn't you see a group of girls chasing me and applauding in the arena?"

"Yes, I see." Zong Cheng twitched his mouth and sat back on the sofa.

Lin Qianxi brought over water, he took it, drank it in a few sips, and moved his schoolbag away with one hand: "Did you write down any questions in the past few days?"

"I saved up, I have a lot of questions, but I don't have time to ask you." Lin Qianxi took out the mobile phone that Wu Chuan had just returned to him, and sat down next to him: "I took pictures."

"Take it here and have a look." Zong Cheng put down the paper cup.

Lin Qianxi took out the phone's photo album, sat closer, her legs were tightly next to him: "Wait a minute, let me see if there is any news from home."

He just got his phone, afraid that he might miss it.

I checked the text messages, I also checked the WeChat, and I also read the recent call records, only the records of chatting with Zongcheng earlier, and there are a few nonsense messages sent by Wang Xiao. His mother didn't message him. Maybe they didn't see the note he left.

He flipped through it as usual, smiled indifferently, clicked on the photo album and handed it over: "Here, let's talk."

Zongcheng glanced at his expression before taking the phone: "There are a lot of festivals recently."

"Ah?" Lin Qianxi asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean convenience stores should be very busy recently," he explained.

Lin Qianxi laughed dryly: "It's true."

In the middle of the lecture, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and Jiang Hao, who had just finished the game, walked in.

"Zongcheng?" As soon as he came in, he saw Zongcheng sitting on the sofa, and he had a "fucking" expression on his face: "I just heard Wu Chuan say you're here, but I still don't believe it, you're really here!"

Zongcheng was sitting sideways, holding his mobile phone in one hand to give a lecture, and resting his other hand on the sofa behind Lin Qianxi. When he saw him, he sat upright: "Well, I took a morning off, plus half a day off to make up for it. One day, I just happened to be able to watch you play."

"Is it that good?" Jiang Hao looked at Lin Qianxi and walked over.

Lin Qianxi also sat upright, and interrupted, "What are you holding?"

Jiang Hao held a convenience bag in his hand and put it on the small coffee table in front of the sofa: "What else can it be? Here you go."

Inside the convenience bag was a transparent plastic lunch box, which contained a box of big, red strawberries, which had been washed clean and had drops of water on them.

Zongcheng glanced at it: "Is there anyone else who specially delivers fruit to you?"

Before Lin Qianxi could speak, Jiang Hao had already replied: "Several times, each time is different, grapes, mangoes, strawberries today, I don't know what it is next time."

Zongcheng asked, "Who sent it?"

"You've seen that Rocco."

Lin Qianxi said, "How can he remember when you say that?" Then he added, "Just that doggy Deng Kang's partner, the runner-up in the last competition."

"I remember," Zongcheng said, "the one who asked you for WeChat."

Lin Qianxi was taken aback, then remembered: "Yes, there is such a thing, you still remember it." He didn't even remember asking for WeChat. "No wonder he said he wanted to make friends. He seemed to say the same thing when he asked for WeChat. He was quite persistent."

Zongcheng remembered the other party's name because of Deng Kang, and he remembered clearly the need for WeChat.

"He said he wanted to be friends with you?"

"Well, that's what he said."

Zong Cheng's tone was light: "Is he short of friends?"

Lin Qianxi laughed at these words: "How do I know that?"

"What else did he say?" Zongcheng handed him the phone, and stopped talking about the topic.

Lin Qianxi took it, put it in the pocket of his trousers, thought about it, and said "tsk": "He said that he and Deng Kang are the same kind of people, but it doesn't mean that he has bad morals. I'm afraid I may misunderstand."

He didn't listen much anyway.

Zong Cheng suddenly glanced at him: "Really?"

"People are coming." Jiang Hao reminded suddenly, and turned to pour water to drink.

The door of the lounge had already been opened, and several people came in, starting with Luo Ke.

"Lin Qianxi..." As soon as he finished calling, he found the Zongcheng next to Lin Qianxi. He was a little surprised and paused before finishing his words: "Did you advance smoothly?"

"Successful." Lin Qianxi pushed the strawberry on the coffee table: "No need, you can eat it yourself."

"Accept it. I've also advanced, so let's celebrate it." After Luo Ke finished speaking, he nodded to Zong Cheng as a greeting.

Zongcheng didn't say anything, just looked at him twice.

Luo Ke looked at him, and then at Lin Qianxi. After all, he was not familiar with him. He couldn't seem to find anything to say to Lin Qianxi in front of him. He smiled and went back to his teammates first.

Lin Qianxi saw that there were more people in the lounge, and some people were looking at Zongcheng. He quietly put his leg against his leg twice, and stood up: "Jiang Hao, let's go to practice."

Zongcheng stood up and took his schoolbag.

Jiang Hao was drinking water at the water dispenser, and just started a group with Wang Xiao and the three cobblers on his mobile phone. Liaozong City has already arrived here, and the other side has already exploded. Hearing this sentence, turn around and look at those two The man had already left the lounge, he glanced at the strawberries still on the coffee table, and muttered, "I must have solved this again..."

Yesterday's two games from the top 64 of the preliminaries all the way to the top [-], and the game that ended today is the top [-] to the top eight.

The finals to be played in the afternoon are actually the top eight to the top four. As long as they make it to the top four, they will be eligible to play in the national competition next semester.

So the place where the ball is practiced is not quiet at the moment. Those who have been promoted and those who have not been promoted are all working hard with the ball in the ball room.

Lin Qianxi grabbed a ball casually in the ball room, sat side by side with Zong Cheng on the edge of the table, and listened to him continue talking about the question that was interrupted just now.

That's why he didn't practice here.

After finishing talking about what was captured on the phone, Zong Cheng suddenly asked when returning the phone to him, "Did you eat the food he gave you?"

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a second before he realized: "You mean Luo Ke? No, Jiang Hao ate it all."

"Why didn't you eat?" Zongcheng asked again.

Lin Qianxi smiled: "Don't you think it's weird, I feel very accurate."

Zongcheng thought it was quite accurate.

"Lin Qianxi? Are you there?" Said Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived.For some reason, Luo Ke appeared at the door of the ball room again, and it looked like he was here to practice.

The two people inside turned their heads at the same time.

From the angle of entering the door, Luo Ke happened to see the picture of them sitting together. Even the fingers propped on the pool table were at a distance that would touch them at any time. Looking at Zongcheng unconsciously, he gave the impression of being very cold, without expression, so I can't imagine that he will be so close to Lin Qianxi.

"Is there something wrong?" Lin Qianxi asked.

Luo Ke smiled and pushed his glasses: "I interrupted your practice, can I tell you in private?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at Zongcheng, put down the ball in his hand, and walked out: "Yes, you can tell."

Rocco stayed away from the door outside the court and said, "Do you have any plans after the game in the afternoon?"

"Arrangement?" Lin Qianxi said: "My arrangement is full after the game, I am very busy."

Luo Ke smiled mischievously: "I see that you are either practicing ball or doing problems these few days, it seems that you are quite busy."

"Yes, I'm really busy." Lin Qianxi followed his words.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to eat." Luo Ke said, "I don't know when we will meet next time. If possible, I would like to treat you to a meal."

Just as Lin Qianxi was about to refuse, he turned around and saw Wu Chuan, just in time to find a reason to slip away: "Forget it, our teacher is here, so let's do it this way."

Wu Chuan was really calling him: "Lin Qianxi, come here, I have some precautions to tell you."

Lin Qianxi took the opportunity and ran over.

Seeing him leaving, Luo Ke had no choice but to go back to his own ball room, passed the door of the ball room just now, and looked in. Zong Cheng was sitting on the edge of the table, looking at him.

He stopped and said hello, "Why didn't I see you competing this time?"

Zongcheng said: "I don't play individual matches."

Luo Ke was stunned for a moment, then understood: "You only play doubles with Lin Qianxi?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Lin Qianxi hadn't come yet, Luo Ke walked into the ballroom and pointed at the table: "Can I practice a game with you?"

Zongcheng stood up: "Come if you want."

Hearing that his tone was neither cold nor indifferent, Luo Ke couldn't feel his emotions at all, so he took the cue and said, "You first?"

"You go first." Zong Cheng said, "I've already taken the lead."

Rocco didn't understand: "What?"

Zong Cheng glanced at him: "Let's fight."

That's how the ball started.

Luo Ke plays very steadily, which is the result of a long time of practice.He is different from Lin Qianxi. Lin Qianxi has a first-rate ability to adapt to changes in play, and he is a gifted player to a certain extent.

Zong Cheng had already counted when he saw his downswing. He took the powder and wiped the head of the club, leaned over and broke his defense line with a single shot, and directly pocketed it.

Luo Ke subconsciously pushed his glasses. He felt that this shot was not suitable for steady and steady play, and his momentum was not right. He held the stick and smiled beside him: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"I'm in a good mood." Zongcheng said, lowered his shoulders, and pushed out another shot, thinking that it could have been better.

Luo Ke said gently: "I almost thought it was because Deng Kang had feelings for me."

"Speaking of Deng Kang," Zong Cheng stood up straight and looked at him, "I remember he likes men."

Luo Ke was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, so you know."

"I've heard of it." Zong Cheng rubbed the head of the club twice with powder: "So you are the same as him."

Luo Ke didn't make a sound, holding the stick, he heard people's voices and footsteps outside, wondering if Lin Qianxi was coming back soon.

Zongcheng put down the powder, and hit a ball with the stick down again. There was a muffled "boom", and the cue ball directly pressed him to the position where he had no live ball to play, blocking a line of defense.

He held the pole, raised his head, and suddenly said, "Stay away from Lin Qianxi, he has someone."