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The training room is smaller than the swimming pool, and the dark green floor is covered with cushions. Four athletes lie on a horizontal line at the same time, holding dumbbells at a [-]-degree angle with their arms and bodies. They are doing one of the physical fitness tests, the Turkish push.

After the event, the four athletes got up and rubbed their shoulders and knees, and gathered on the other side under the instruction of the coach, their hair was slightly damp after warming up.

Their physical fitness has become a standard of comprehensive strength written in the form on the folder, to be precise, in Yao An's hands.

But this time, before Yao An left a mark on the required items, Pang Sheng, who had been staring at the tip of his pen, suddenly said in a low voice, "You filled in the wrong place."

Yao An's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, and he looked intently, and he really filled the comprehensive strength item in the explosive power of his upper body.

Turning his head to face Pang Sheng's face, it's not bad, it's more to urge him to change quickly before the boss and coach find out, after all, he reminded in time, the ballpoint pen only left a mark that can be covered up.

Yao An mouthed his thanks, and fixed his eyebrows to revise, not daring to make a single word wrong, as aggressive as a primary school student learning to write, but only for the purpose of concentrating.

Before the 9-minute run, Yao An asked for leave to go to the bathroom, stopped in front of the sink, scooped up water and rubbed his face, his cheeks were so red.

After washing, he felt a little more sober. Looking up, he saw his faded self in the mirror, except that his two eyes were bulging red and bloodshot, and he was clamoring all night—not exhaustion, but restlessness.

After coming out, Yao An habitually fumbled for his trouser pockets while walking, when Pang Sheng who was waiting by the door suddenly flashed out, frightened him quite a bit, and the things he took out fell to the ground, Yao An bent down to pick them up .

"What's the matter with you?" Pang Sheng originally kept his voice down, but belatedly remembered that no one in France could understand what they were saying, and his tone of questioning became louder, "When you were just testing the long jump, did you The data was read wrong, if I hadn’t glanced at it, I would have filled it in exactly as you said.”

There were other swimming teams in the gym doing a team quiz, and the water beat was loud. Yao Andan listened, and absently guessed from the speed that it should be butterfly.

"Did I report something else wrong?" Yao An replied seriously after walking out of the club.

Pang Sheng thought for a while, and replied, "Not anymore."

"Okay." Yao An promised succinctly, "There will be no next time."

"Tsk..." Pang Sheng rubbed his chin, pondering, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"It's something." Yao An looked to the side of the road.

"What's the matter?" Pang Sheng moved closer, preparing for the next heart-to-heart session.

Yao An took out the cigarette case from his pocket again, and flicked him away: "I'm wondering if there will be a fine for smoking outside here."

"..."

Pang Sheng made himself feel bored, squinting at the ginger-purple cigarette he pulled out from the box, the filter was already pressed between his dry lips.

"Hey, don't smoke." Pang Sheng stopped, "How did I remember that it seems to be illegal."

"Which law has been violated?" Yao An turned him away with one hand while smoking a cigarette, "See for yourself."

Before Pang Sheng stood still, there was a misty cloud in front of his eyes. He took a closer look and saw that it was a French girl holding a cigarette. Passing a cigarette to each other under the wall, let alone an open-air cafe, with hands holding cigarettes hanging from the backs of the chairs.

"... Hurry up, brother." Pang Sheng quickly changed his words, "We are about to enter the school for the test."

The endurance test was conducted on another school playground, some walking distance away.Yao An twirled the lighter in his palm and asked, "Any other projects?"

"It's gone." Pang Sheng looked at the sky that hadn't been blackened yet, "It's not too early to measure, and the 9-minute run is fast. Then, have a meal and rest, and analyze the results at night."

Yao An listened thoughtfully, the cigarette fell from his mouth, he just picked it up, and didn't put it back into his mouth.

"Then let's go." Yao An stuffed everything back into his pocket, and suddenly started running, urging, "Hurry up."

The 9-minute run test was very efficient and there was no delay, but there was a delay after the test. The manager of the club was Chinese and called for a meal together. It was not good for anyone to leave the field first, and they followed the Romans into a French restaurant.

The manager introduced two main seafood dishes, as well as local specialties such as red wine chicken and baked snails. I ate them with an attitude of trying something new. The taste was good, but Yao An was not used to it. I didn't ask to leave.

But he soon regretted it.

Seeing that the sky was turning orange a little bit, it started to turn brown and gray. After everyone finished eating and chatted and took a group photo, the sky was completely dark, neon lights were flashing, and rock music was playing from the bar in the back street.

"Let's go, let's go shopping." The coaches waved their hands, and took this group of fresh recruits out for a while.

Everyone followed happily, but Du Yao An lagged behind. After a while, he rushed to the boss and the others and said, "Brother Qi, I'm so sorry, I won't go with you."

"What's the matter?" The boss and his party stopped, "Is there something to do?"

"Yes." Yao An nodded.

"It's not because he has to work overtime." The coach is afraid that he is for work, "The physical test analysis is not in a hurry."

"No, I..." Yao An paused and said, "I'm going to meet someone."

"Live in Z City?" the boss asked.

"Yes."

"I haven't heard you mention it before." The boss smiled, "If you want to see me, go there, but do you know the way, your...friend, won't you come to pick you up?"

"He's very busy, so...he didn't make an appointment before." Yao An said a little nervously, but hurriedly, "I'll just take a taxi."

"It's troublesome to take a taxi here, and you have to go to the stop to make a call, and the other party may not come." The club manager interjected.

Yao An said, "Then I'll take the subway."

"The subway is not much better," said the manager. "The police question you about everything you want, and you have to go to the ticket machine to buy a ticket, either in French or English."

"Then I'll walk over."

This statement somehow made the other three people laugh at the same time. So, either the club manager's words were too exaggerated, or they thought Yao An's words were too exaggerated, but he was just telling the truth, that's all.

"Okay, I can see how anxious you are." The coach pushed the manager aside, "You local, help this young man."

Still smiling, the manager blinked and asked, "Where are you going on a date?"

They really misunderstood, Yao An thought, but he didn't say much about the fact that could be explained clearly in one sentence.

"Here." Yao An took out the map that had been saved for a day from his pocket, and it had been folded into a square strip with only two lines on the back. down.

The manager only glanced down, with a relaxed expression, and said, "It's not far, we can take a walk there."

Before entering the block, Yao An thanked everyone and left. There was a bicycle rental point every 300 meters. After passing two, he stopped in front of a building.

He looked at the temporary stalls nearby, selling flowers, sweets, and painted pottery craft plates, lingering around, and then took out the map and compared it with his memory.

That's right.

The last level of address is indeed the number of this road, but there is no floor and no house number.

The emotions that were still suspended suddenly began to fall at an accelerated rate. Under the background sound of money and goods, he was uncontrollable, but he had to speculate on a possibility that was getting louder and louder.

Yao Jianqi didn't want to see him.

The address that he had silently recited for a day might be false, even if it was true, he could only go this far—the minimum observation distance that Yao Jianqi was willing to give him.

The map was piled up, Yao An silently walked to the nearest trash can, threw it in, silently counted from 1 to 50, he took a deep breath and turned around.

"excuse me."

It is difficult to find the way in the open community. He searched along the public green space for a long time before reaching what seemed to be the window of the management room, and tentatively shouted this sentence.

The concierge inside was sorting out the express mail and didn't hear it. It wasn't until another head of the household came and called out "Pascal" that Yao An realized with a lag that what he just spoke was in Chinese.

The concierge named Pascal turned around and agreed, only glanced at him hastily, and then talked with the residents who came to collect the package.

After a short period of unvoiced consonants that Yao An could not understand, the waterproof courier bag was delivered to the visitor, and Pascal naturally shifted the focus to him, looked at him, and asked, "Chinese?"

Being able to hear a sentence in Chinese here almost made Yao An feel grateful, even though the other party said it more like "Zhongguoren".

"Yes, I am." Yao An leaned forward leaning on the window sill, "Do you know Yao Jianqi? Do you know which floor he lives in?"

This series of questions obviously caught Pascal by surprise. He raised his hands and shook them back and forth, saying, "A little bit, I, I don't know Chinese."

"Ah...sorry." Yao An realized his urgency, straightened his back, changed to barely passable English, and said, "Do you know Yao Jianqi, Yao—see—Qi—"

He elongated the ending sound, pronounced a word like a sentence, and made meaningless gestures. As he spoke, he realized that this seemed to be the first time he called his name so openly after many years.

"Yao, Jian Qi?" Pascal's pronunciation was tighter than his, and he couldn't reproduce it by reading it by comparison. Yao An repeated it slowly, looking at it from the same place, as if he was babbling.

"Oh, oh!" After some inefficient conversations back and forth, Pascal finally showed a bright smile.

Yao An was extremely pleased and tried to breathe a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to continue asking Pascal to help guide the way, the other party had already raised his right hand and pointed at his shoulder, as if he was very excited.

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Yao An let his hand look back. A landscape lamp planted on the lawn was silently distributing the solar energy stored all day long. Beside it, Yao Jianqi was carrying a full load of plastic bags. In light and shadow.