Be good

"Haven't you two finished your practice?"

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Rui raised his head to look into the room and asked a question.

The sound of "slapping" billiard balls hit the table, and Lin Qianxi was sweating on his forehead. Holding the stick, he looked at the opposite side: "Yes, it's still playing."

Zongcheng was pressing the pole on the opposite side, and there was sweat on his forehead. After receiving the ticket, he practiced with him and has not stopped until now. Suddenly he raised his eyelids and looked at him, with the half-smile expression on his face. .

Fuck, Lin Qianxi thought, is he motivated out of joy?

I practiced all afternoon, and when it finally ended, it was already night.

Lin Qianxi's cell phone rang and had to stop.

When he answered the phone, he was still holding the pole in his hand: "Hello?"

"Stop feeding, prepare your luggage, do you understand me?" Wu Chuan's voice said from the other end: "Lin Qianxi, a new journey is beckoning, hurry up and prepare to follow me."

"..." Lin Qianxi said, "I understand Mr. Wu, don't write lyrics, they all rhyme."

"You just need to understand, prepare yourself." Wu Chuan was dead.

Zongcheng put down the club, plucked the sweaty hair on his forehead, and looked at him: "This is the end of the practice for the time being, and it will be up to you later."

Lin Qianxi smiled and put away the phone: "No problem."

"How long has the training camp been?" Zongcheng took his coat and put it on.

Lin Qianxi carried her schoolbag: "I guess it's half a month."

"So see you in at least half a month."

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi lowered his voice when he said this, walked out, and suddenly asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me, instructor?"

Zong Cheng's eyes fell on his face: "No."

"No?" Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows: "Then I'm leaving."

Zongcheng's eyebrows moved slightly.

Yang Rui suddenly shouted from the grocery store: "Hit hard, Lin Qianxi!"

"..." Lin Qianxi was almost taken aback, thinking he heard himself and Zongcheng muttering here: "Got it, Boss Yang!" After speaking, he looked at Zongcheng again, put his schoolbag on his shoulder, and turned his head, " No? Really no? Then I'm leaving."

Going out, just stepped on the foot of the street lamp, there was an extra figure behind him, and he was pulled by the shoulder.

Lin Qianxi was dragged back and touched his chest with his coat open. Zong Cheng lowered his head slightly and whispered in his ear, "Come on, boy."

After a quick sentence, he let go of his hand: "Okay, let's go now."

Lin Qianxi felt that his warm breath was still in his ears, otherwise he would have suspected it was an illusion. Looking at his dark eyes, which seemed to be dimmed by the dim light of a street lamp, he raised the corners of his mouth, satisfied, and pointed to the tip of his nose : "Good boy received it, just watch it."

He will definitely be watching.Zongcheng thought to himself, even if he didn't give him a ticket, he would watch it.

Lin Qianxi waved his hand and walked away in front of him with a smile.

Zongcheng watched his figure turn a corner and was out of sight, so he turned and went back to the old building.

I didn't feel it before, but this time I suddenly felt that half a month was quite a long time.

It is said that the competition is organized by each province in turn. The billiards competition is small, and the national high school level competition has only been held for a few years. This year it just happens to be the turn of the province, and the competition venue is in the provincial capital.

The game is there, and of course the training camp is also there.

The alarm clock of "Dididi" suddenly screamed crazily.

Lin Qianxi sat up and looked at the surrounding snow-white walls for two seconds before realizing that he was already in the training place.

Wu Chuan worked so hard, he called him to wake him up at 04:30 in the morning, and drove him on the road in his Volkswagen.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived here, and Lin Qianxi had been reminded by him all the way. He was so sleepy that he entered the hotel arranged by the competition party, and fell down straight away to catch up on sleep.

Now that I woke up, I was still a little confused, thinking that I was still in the small town.

Lin Qianxi scratched his hair, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he was awake, he put on a coat casually and went out for training.

The training venue is in a nearby billiard hall, 2 minutes walk.

When Lin Qianxi arrived at the door, Wu Chuan was already waiting at the door of the hall, holding a convenience bag in his hand, which contained the bread and water bought for him, and even a bottle of Wangzai milk.

"Come on, Lin Qianxi, hold it, practice hard, and tell me what you need."

Lin Qianxi picked it up, very confused: "Mr. Wu, there is no competition yet, you are very nervous."

"Can I not be nervous?" Wu Chuan sighed: "Your teacher Xu has a big opinion on me. Last time I asked for a training camp, but the result of the physical examination was not good, and your track and field path was cut off. This time if you play billiards again If you don’t play well, then I’m done. Don’t be nervous. Don’t be nervous. I’ll tell you to go out at 04:30? This is your last chance, Lin Qianxi. Goodbye to the good school of dreams."

In the last few sentences, Wu Chuan's tone became serious.

Lin Qianxi twitched the corners of his mouth. Indeed, this was his last chance. He took the bread in the bag on the spot, tore it open and took a bite: "Don't say it can't be done, it must be done."

After speaking, he took the bread in his mouth and went to the billiard room inside.

Some people have already arrived, and the lights are turned on in the small billiard rooms inside, and the billiard balls are "slapping".

Lin Qianxi walked to the last room only to find it was empty. When he was about to go in, he saw a parent standing at the door of the ball room next to him. He didn't know which player's mother was inside. I was taking pictures with my mobile phone, and asked after a while: "Are you tired? Take a break?"

He bit his bread and went to the pool table, looked at his mother, and suddenly remembered the ticket that was placed on the cabinet by the door before leaving.

It was too early to leave, and his mother would not come back from night shift in a few hours, there was no goodbye, and there was no hope that she would see the ticket, let alone come to watch the game.

After Lin Qianxi finished eating the bread, he clapped his hands, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the ball table, turned his head, and took another picture of the ball room, then opened WeChat, and sent all of them to the head of the lighthouse.

--I'm here, let me show you.

……

In the photo are balls arranged in a triangular frame, with a green pool table in the background; another photo shows the half-lit wall in the small ball room, half of Lin Qianxi's blurred figure is reflected on the wall.

Zongcheng flipped through these two photos in the WeChat dialog box, and had seen them several times in the past few days.

While watching, one hand was still holding a pen and pressing on the thick test book in front of him.

"Brother Xi left as soon as he said he would." Wang Xiao in the front row said with emotion, "I envy him for successfully dodging two tests again."

"If I were more aggressive, I would go to the training camp with Lin Qianxi now." Jiang Hao said.

"Don't brag, brother," Wang Xiao said, "Don't compare yourself to Xige in billiards. I have grown up to this day, and what I admire most about Xige is fighting and playing billiards. He is now concentrating on playing billiards. Seriously, forgot that he beat you into a daze?"

"Can you speak human language?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." Wang Xiao turned to Zongcheng and said, "Master Cheng, I have seen it. Xige's game is on the weekend. How about we buy tickets to watch it together?"

When Zongcheng heard that they were buying tickets together, he looked up at him, but didn't say that he had a ticket: "Are you going?"

"Let's go together." Wang Xiao said, "I'll drive that pickup truck for you for free. How about taking us with you?"

The people in front all turned their heads.

Jiang Hao said: "I'm not interested in Lin Pi doing anything else. I really want to watch him play pool, and I can buy a ticket."

Zong Cheng glanced at them: "Think about it."

"I thought you would definitely go." Jiang Hao couldn't believe his reaction. Who took the initiative to go to watch Lin Qianxi's match?

Zongcheng lowered his head and wrote the question, as if he didn't hear it.

The loudspeaker outside rang, and the teaching office announced criticisms.

"Damn it, Master Cheng, did you hear that!"

Zong Cheng raised his head and just heard Ding Jie's name.

"Fool Ding was arrested for spreading rumors! It seems that he made rumors about you and Brother Xi?" Wang Xiao scolded: "Fuck him, who doesn't know that you teach Brother Xi."

Zongcheng put down his pen, got up and went out: "Don't worry, I'll go to the bathroom."

The dean's voice was played on the radio three times in a loop, and it sounded much clearer when he left the classroom.

"... Ding Jie's behavior of spreading false rumors and slandering other students' Qingyu is very bad. It is discrediting the fact that Zongcheng students help other students improve. I hereby issue a round of criticism to the whole school!"

When Zongcheng heard this, he just walked to the corner and met Xu Jin who was in a hurry.

"Zongcheng, you came just in time." Xu Jin patted him on the shoulder with the lesson plan between his hands, very angrily: "All our teachers know that Ding Jie nonsense is that you have an improper relationship with Lin Qianxi. It’s all a mess! You don’t have to worry about it, he’s been punished, so don’t dare to talk nonsense, we all believe you.”

"..." Zongcheng remained silent.

"Don't take it seriously, so as not to affect your grades." Seeing his expressionless face, Xu Jin thought he was unhappy, and patiently comforted him: "Don't stop teaching Lin Qianxi just because of this. As a result, don't take Ding Jie seriously."

Zongcheng had no choice but to say: "Understood."

Xu Jin found a topic to interrupt: "By the way, do you have the intended school and major for your university? Would you like some of our teachers to give you some references? The school attaches great importance to you, which is required by the teaching office. I talked to Lao Zhou."

"No," Zongcheng said, "I have a plan. The school and major have already been decided."

"That's good, you should be reassuring." Xu Jin was very satisfied, and waved his hand: "Go, I'll scold Ding Jie to make him remember!"

Seeing him go, Zongcheng stopped in the corridor, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, pressed the voice button, recorded a few seconds to the deafening radio, and sent it.

Just let Lin Qianxi listen to it too.

"Click!" The billiard ball hit the edge of the table, bounced off again, and rolled towards the hole.

Lin Qianxi stood up straight, wiped the head of the stick, and there was a piece of paper on the corner of the table with the words he crawled on it.

When he takes a break in the middle, he will glance at it and translate a few words along the paper.

Zongcheng called it fragmented time after doing this for the past few days after the training camp.

Thinking of Zongcheng, he paused and took out his phone.

The phone was turned to silent, and I only glanced at the message when I remembered it.

Zongcheng usually rarely interrupts his practice. The last time he spoke was when he sent a photo to him. He replied: See me when you have time. If you don’t have time, just do your own thing.

Lin Qianxi thought that there would be no news today, but he saw a bright red "1" floating on the head of the lighthouse.

He clicked on it immediately, and there was a noisy voice.

The voice of the loudspeaker, if he was not too familiar with the voice of the dean, he could hardly hear what he said.

"Damn it, you idiot Ding Jie..." Lin Qianxi recognized it, and scrolled down to find another sentence.

-- Nobody believed it.

"Fuck." Lin Qianxi smiled, thinking of the tone of his words, it's amazing to study well.

Suddenly someone walked in from outside the door.

As soon as Lin Qianxi looked up, the smile on his lips disappeared.

The person who came was a bit burly, squinting at people, not like a good bird.

It's Deng Kang.

"Long time no see." Deng Kang held a cue in his hand, obviously looking for it from another golf club: "It's been a few days since I heard that you are here, I have to come to say hello."

Lin Qianxi put his mobile phone in his pocket, held the pole and said, "Come to recall how disgusting people didn't win before? I heard that there are cameras everywhere in this competition. What should I do? Has your 502 tape been confiscated?"

He can really pinch people seven inches when he speaks, and slaps people in the face with every word.

Deng Kang's face suddenly became ugly, and he looked at him more slanted: "Then blame yourself, who is not good to hang out with, with the surname Zong. I have a grudge against him. I heard that he also appeared in the last game , you two have a very good relationship."

The word "very good" was bitten hard in his mouth, and his tone was very strange.

Lin Qianxi had long suspected that he had an enmity with Zongcheng, and sure enough, his eyes turned cold when he looked at him.

"Are you here to compete with me?" He asked suddenly.

Deng Kang shook the club: "I'm afraid of you?"

It looks like he really has this plan.

Lin Qianxi laughed coldly: "I just don't want to fight you."

Deng Kang's complexion was even worse.

Lin Qianxi didn't think it was enough, tapped the cue in his hand on the table twice, made two beeps, and said with a gangster look on his face, "Is there any grudge against him? All right, then you and I will There is a grudge, the grudge is deep, there is a kind of encounter on the field, I will let you come and go."