[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Afterwards, you were all looking forward to meeting Long. One night, you were with him on the roof of the training ground, and the wind was blowing. Your voice was a little fuzzy and trembling with nervousness.

"I like you."

He was obviously taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at you, and you looked at him too.

You and his scrutinizing gaze met each other, and you got the upper hand. You were defeated, leaning your forehead on the railing, resisting the trembling in your throat: "Can you say a word?"

He looked at the tall buildings in the distance, and the flashing neon lights shone on his face. After a while, you heard him say without any emotion: "I'm sorry."

You couldn't stop your tears, like beads with a broken thread, falling down one by one.

That's right, you're just an ordinary high school student, and he's a legend in the table tennis world, so it's normal if he doesn't like you.

You wiped your tears with your sleeve, turned around and left pretending to be chic.

He didn't look back, and when he heard you open the door and leave, he leaned against the railing as if exhausted, without saying a word in his heart.

I can't be with you right now.

You packed your schoolbag and went home, turned on your phone and looked at the calendar. The college entrance examination is two months away. Thinking of the scene where you confessed to being rejected today, you couldn't help but feel your nose sore, hugging the quilt and crying again.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, and it's not because of him.You brainwash yourself like this.

Now is the most critical time, you can't ruin your life because of your personal feelings.

You try to numb yourself with the sea of ​​test papers and questions, and prevent his appearance from entering your brain.

When you turn on your phone and see the top contact on WeChat, you click on the keyboard and want to send him a message, but you hold back.Looking at the red button to delete a contact, I still can't bear to delete him.

How can it be so painful to like someone.

There are still ten days to the countdown of the classroom, you turn off your phone, and continue to write questions with your head down.

Until the day of the college entrance examination, you expected that he would come to cheer you up at the school gate. Seeing that other students had their parents to encourage them, you suddenly felt lonely.

You laughed at yourself and stepped into the campus.

"Team Dragon, we are going to prepare for the table tennis tournament tomorrow, so hurry up to the airport." A male voice on the other end of the phone said anxiously.

"Understood, I'll be there later." Long stood behind the crowd watching you enter the campus, and smiled a bit bitterly.

Wait a little longer, I'll give you an answer.

He hung up the phone and got into a taxi.

You think you performed well in the college entrance examination, and the moment you put the cap on your pen, you feel relieved.

What about him, is he planning to see me?

Obviously you can be friends for life, but you can't help but confess your love to him.

But you still want to see him, even if he doesn't like you.

You packed your schoolbag and ran to the training ground without even waiting for the bus.

There were fine and dense pains in the bones, you adjusted your breathing, pushed open the door and walked in.

You just ran into some team members who were packing their bags, and you stepped forward and asked, "Where's the dragon team?"

The team members glanced at you, first expressed their concern for you, and then said: "The Dragon team is going to play in the World Table Tennis Championships. We are going to cheer him on for his last singles match."

It's like a basin of cold water has been poured on your head, and you feel cold all over your body.

Before you can answer, one of the team members seems to have noticed something and said to you: "Hey, why don't you go too, seeing that you have also passed the college entrance examination, come and relax with us."

When you heard this, you quickly held back your tears and nodded.

After almost three hours in the car, you're a little tired, but you really want to see him now, that dazzling young man.

Want it so so much.

The team members have already reserved their positions, and you follow them to the first three or four rows.

You see him differently.

The Chinese red team uniform complemented his fair skin, and his hair was sprayed with hairspray.The eyes that were full of tenderness before were full of desire for victory. Now the score is 3:1. This game has reached the match point. This is the key goal.

Your breathing stagnates with his hand throwing the ball, and then the powerful racket swings over, making a crisp sound to pull you out of the tense state.

The opponent was not to be outdone, and he hit several balls in a row, but he defended them all.

Finally, in the last critical period, Ma Long played his strong serve, and the opponent was a little difficult to parry and hit the ball flying.

The audience was silent, followed by his roar of victory, and then the audience boiled again.

You watch him stretch out his index fingers with both hands, telling the world constantly above his head.

He is number one.

You couldn't hold back your tears, and clapped along with the audience.

This is the boy you like, he is now the much-anticipated world champion, and he is surrounded by a flamboyant aura.

God said let there be light, so He appeared.

He is not only the light of the whole world, but also the only light of salvation in your heart.

During the award ceremony, you stood with other players and watched him hold the trophy vigorously, showing his strength.

When the host raised the microphone to his mouth, he asked if he had anything he wanted to say to everyone.

He thought for a while, and smiled a little shyly: "I just want to say it to one person."

You get a little nervous. Could it be that he rejected you because he has someone he likes?

He looked at the trophy in his hand, as if he had made up his mind, and said loudly:

"I don't know if she is watching the live broadcast at home or going to the training ground for training. She just passed the college entrance examination today. She confessed to me before, but I didn't agree. I was afraid that it would affect her exam, so I refused. I didn't finish a sentence at that time, I couldn't do it at that time, but now I want to confess to the whole world, I like you."

After listening to these words, your tears poured out like spring water, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands.

The team members next to him finally realized it and said loudly to him on the podium: "Team Dragon, the moon is here!"

You looked at him through your tears, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again when he saw you, and ran towards you with the trophy under the podium.

You couldn't control your emotions, you lowered your head and wiped your tears.

Then you were pulled into his arms.

In the boiling voice of the audience, he said in your ear: "I like you, did you hear that?"

You nodded, your face flushed, he interlocked your fingers, pulled you out of the auditorium, put the trophy in your hand, and led you to the podium.

His hands are very warm, and they pass on to you along with his love.

Seeing his handsome appearance, you finally couldn't help laughing.

He leaned over and kissed your forehead, speaking in a voice that only two people could hear, with a rebellious taste.

"My glory is shared with you."