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Davis Marchesi is two years older than me. He is a very talkative Chinese-Australian hybrid. He has more three-dimensional facial features and beautiful blue eyes than me, and his figure is also tall and straight, which is unique to Australians.

Davis has lived in Country Z for more than ten years, so he can read, write and speak both English and Chinese.

He told me while driving that he was "shocked" by the story I wrote and, like Paul, encouraged me to submit it for submission.

I am very grateful to him for free translation, and jokingly said that if I can really get the bonus, I will give half of it to him.

Davis said thank you very literally.

In fact, where does he need to thank me, he helped me a lot.Regardless of whether I can win an award or not, I must treat him to dinner or buy him a gift when I have the chance.

Davis told me that there are few tennis courts in this city, but there is a big club, which is said to have been funded and built by a group of tennis-loving young men more than ten years ago. Paul is a member there.

Seeing that I was a little confused, he explained to me that he and Paul were already the top VIPs there and could introduce new members to the club, so there was no problem taking me there.

Davis is right, the club occupies a large area in the inner suburbs.

We came to the stadium in a sightseeing car. The stadium is divided into fields by iron nets, and it is almost impossible to see the end.

We came to the designated venue, did a warm-up exercise for a while, and then started playing. Although Paul is physically strong, he is not as good as us young people after all. After playing a few rounds with Davis, he gave up his position to me.

Davis is indeed a tennis fan for many years. I played ten games with him and lost eight games. Paul has been cheering me on and pointing me out from time to time, but I still don't care about the future, and I was played around by Davis. In the end, Paul couldn't stand it anymore and helped me avenge me in the end, but I still lost to Davis.

"Old, old, if this was ten years ago, you would only be picking up the ball." Paul shook his head and sighed, and sat down next to me.

Davis was also tired from playing. The three of us sat on the lounge chair together. I handed them the mineral water and stood up, holding the net in my hand to watch the players on the next court play.

At this moment, there was a bustling noise from far to near, and a sightseeing vehicle drove a large group of people.

Everyone on the court was attracted.

Davis said with twinkling eyes: "Shaw, you are so lucky to meet them the first time you come."

I turned around suspiciously: "Who?"

"Owners of the club, how many of them are qualified to enter the national team."

I turned around curiously.

The sightseeing car slowly stopped by the field next to us, and seven or eight people filed down. The person walking in front was surrounded by a group of people. He smiled and said something to a tall and handsome young man beside him, and the people around him booed at the same time. stand up.

The leader inadvertently cast a glance in my direction, and I was startled. Before I could turn around and avoid it, I heard the surprised voice of Chen Lun who was walking next to me: "Shaw? You..."

He closed his voice as if he suddenly realized something, turned his head to look at Yan Minglang, and shrugged innocently.

The eyes of the group shot at me.

Davis and Paul were also surprised: "Shaw, do you know them?"

I smiled awkwardly.

I saw Chen Lun's expression as if he had done something wrong, and remembered that Yan Minglang left me to play basketball last time. I felt that I shouldn't be here now—at least Yan Minglang didn't. hope.

I didn't say anything, just sat down and picked up my tennis racket.

Then I heard a strange but pleasant voice say something, I didn't understand the specific content, only one word - "Mingming".

I lowered my head and fiddled with the wires on the racket.

A sound of footsteps gradually approached and came to me.

I raised my head, and the young man Yan Minglang who was smiling at him just now held out his hand to me: "Hi, my name is Lu Chen, Minglang's friend."

I quickly glanced at Yan Minglang, and he looked at me with a calm expression.

For a moment I wondered if I was being overwhelmed.I stood up and took that hand.

"Hi, I'm Shaw."

The hand holding me suddenly tightened, and I frowned. Before the pain crept onto my face, he let go of his hand, turned his head and asked Yan Minglang in a complaining tone: "Since you have a lover, why don't you tell me?" Me? I’ve been back for so long, I just found out today.”

He spoke English, obviously speaking to me.

I turned my face away helplessly.

Yan Minglang's eyes turned to Lu Chen, he didn't say anything, then looked at me, then glanced at Paul and Davis.

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart.

He looked at Davis and asked, "Shaw's friend?"

Davis said smartly: "No, no, we met for the first time today. This, my grandpa, is his friend."

Yan Minglang turned to look at Paul, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand gracefully: "Hello."

After saying hello, the group walked away quickly.

I felt apprehensive and anxious, and felt a little itchy and painful like being pricked by the tip of a needle.

Paul sat with me, and after a long time he asked me: "Is that Mr. Yan really your lover?"

I nodded slightly.

He was a little confused.

I vaguely understood what he was confused about, and I was grateful that he didn't say anything and didn't ask any more questions.

I played against Davis absent-mindedly for a while, probably because I couldn't help but look at the next court, and a high-speed serve from Davis slammed into my cheekbone.

I gasped, and Davis ran around the net: "Are you okay!"

I rubbed my face and waved my hands.

At this time, Chen Lun walked to the barbed wire fence adjacent to the two courts: "Hey, do you want to come and play together?"

I saw on his face the evil spirit that watching the excitement is not a big deal, so I shook my head.

Chen Lun squatted on the ground and did not walk away. He held his chin and watched Paul bring over a cold mineral water bottle to apply to my face.

My face didn't swell up, but it left a bluish-purple mark.

Paul and Davis continued to play, and I sat in a chair to rest.

Behind me, Chen Lun began to chant: "Why do you seem to be missing a string? Do you really not understand or fake? Do you know who Lu Chen is? You have never heard Yan Minglang mention it before, right? ? That’s right, how long have you guys known each other? Three months? Four months? It’s normal if you don’t know, do you want my brother to tell you the story of the past?”

What he said gave me a headache.

"You like telling stories so much, why don't you change your career and become an anchor on a late-night radio station?"

I tilted my head slightly and squinted behind me. Yan Minglang was standing behind Chen Lun with a gloomy face, as if a storm was about to come.

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at me, frowned, cast a warning glance at me, took Chen Lun's collar and left.

Why is he staring at me?It's not that I want Chen Lun to tell me a story, how innocent I am!

I remembered the power-on password for his office computer.The first two letters are LC.

From the beginning, I suspected that the password was someone's initials plus birthday, and it turned out to be Lu Chen.

In fact, I don't need Chen Lun to tell me, I can probably guess what the story is.It's just that I never thought that a person like Yan Minglang would love someone with his heart.

But since he already has someone he likes, why did he find me?

It's probably some kind of plot about not being able to love.But I also felt strange, why did Lu Chen use so much force when shaking hands with me?

Shouldn't it be a mutual love?

That would be a bit too bloody.

I sighed, my mind was in a mess, and I didn't know when I had a deep mark on my heart, but I didn't notice it.

Both Paul and Davis saw that I was absent-minded and were not in the mood to continue the call, so they asked me if I wanted to go back.

I feel very sorry, and I intend to let them continue to fight, but I know that this situation is very disappointing, and I don't want to take away their good intentions.After packing up, Paul asked me, "Would you like to go over and say hello?"

I didn't want to go, but I felt that if I left like this, it would be very embarrassing in front of Yan Minglang's friends.But I also know that Yan Minglang actually doesn't want me to get involved.

It was always a dilemma, so I just gritted my teeth and shook my head.

Just as soon as I put the racket on my back and took two steps, I saw Chen Lun's eyes swept over like radar.

Before he could speak, I rushed to the next court in three steps and two steps.

"Yan," I raised my voice slightly to ensure that Yan Minglang could hear me, "Can I go back first?"

Those people all turned to look at me.

Lu Chen smiled, with slight disdain and sarcasm in his eyes, he turned his head and said to Yan Minglang, "Ask him to have dinner with him later."

Yan Minglang came over and asked Paul and Davis: "Are you going back? How about having a light meal together later?"

Paul glanced at me and waved his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your kind meeting. It's just that it's inconvenient today. I'm really sorry." He turned to me and asked, "Shaw, do you want to go back with us?"

I was extremely exhausted and wanted to nod my head in agreement, but Yan Minglang looked at me calmly and could only shake my head: "Paul, thank you for bringing me here today."

Paul hugged me, gave Yan Minglang a slight nod, and Davis turned and left.

Yan Minglang looked at me quietly for a while, then I lowered my head and looked at my toes.

After a moment of silence, he took my hand.

I raised my eyes in surprise, and subconsciously looked at Lu Chen.He was looking at us with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he never reached his eyes.