[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

You were lying on the bed and sleeping comfortably, when the phone rang, you frowned and covered your head with a quilt, but the phone rang endlessly, not to be outdone.

You lifted the quilt and said in a dissatisfied tone without looking at who the contact person was, "Who, you don't let people sleep early in the morning?"

"Little Moon." A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, seeming to suppress his anger, with a hint of helplessness, and his ears were numb.

You shivered and glanced at the contact person, it was Malone.

You knew you were wrong, stuck out your tongue secretly, and said in a low voice: "Ma Long?"

"Well. Haven't gotten up yet?" the man asked.

"No, I was in the toilet just now, and I didn't see that it was you calling." You hurriedly talked nonsense, trying to get away with it.

Ma Long smiled softly and asked, "Do you know what day it is today?"

You glanced at the calendar on the bedside table, and scolded yourself tens of thousands of times in your heart. Today is Ma Long's open game, and he has already said that he wants you to go there.

Just as you were about to explain, he said again, "Come here quickly."

"Understood, I'll go out right away." You said immediately.

"You take mine as the VIP seat in the audience stand."

"Let me see you."

It was half an hour before we packed up and set off.

When you arrived at the competition venue, there were more people than you imagined. You swallowed your saliva and bit the bullet and got in.

After finally squeezing into the middle of the audience stand, a person suddenly stood up and cheered, which startled me. You subconsciously moved to the side, and accidentally bumped into another person.

You were about to apologize, and put a hand on your shoulder to keep you centered.

You looked up at the man, he was wearing a black peaked cap, the brim of the hat covered his face, only showing the high bridge of the nose and lips.

"Be careful." The man said, squeezing your shoulder.

You frowned, and immediately moved away from him. Since he helped you just now, you still thanked him.

The man laughed, as if mocking you.

This smile irritated you, and just about to speak to him, he said: "Are you looking for Ma Long's position, it's just a few rows ahead."

You froze for a moment, how did he know where you were looking for Malone?

Before you can speak, the man has disappeared without a trace through the crowd.

You think about it in your heart, you haven't seen this face before, could it be a newcomer to the National Table Tennis Team?

Because I came late, the game has already progressed to the second round.

You find Malone's place, where there are blue thermos cups and a white towel, you go over and pick up the pile of things and sit down.

"Ma Long of the Chinese team scored another point!" The announcer's voice came over.

The audience shouted one after another, and the young man standing on the field spread his hands arrogantly, leaving behind a dazzling back.

You stared at him, your heart racing uncontrollably.

At halftime, Ma Long puts down his racket and walks towards you.

Your heart rate has been increasing.He didn't come here because he saw you, did he?No, you are sitting in his seat.

Malone looked at you holding his towel and water glass, chuckled lightly, and jokingly said, "Why, are you afraid that my things will be lost?"

You hurriedly handed the things over, and said somewhat pretentiously: "You take it yourself!"

Malone smiled and fiddled with your hair, took the thermos cup from your arms, took a sip of water, looked at me again, and poured the water in the cup into the lid.

"Here, drink some water. I'm tired after coming here." He handed you the glass.

You took it as usual and took a sip.

Soon the next game started again. Malone wiped his sweat with a towel, threw the towel back into your arms, and gestured to you with his index and middle fingers on his temples.

The people in the audience behind you are excited again, but you know that Malone did it on purpose for you to see.

But why is your heart beating so fast?

It was finally over, and Ma Long finally defeated the American players 10:3 and won the championship of this Open.

He stood on the podium, holding up the medal, smiling flamboyantly and youthfully.

That's China's Ma Long.

The staff is busy evacuating the audience, and you follow Malone into the VIP lounge.

As soon as the door was closed, Ma Long dropped the things in his hand and reached out to pinch your face.

"Little Moon, why are you here so late?"

You wanted to explain, but he reached out and hugged you, and stroked your hair soothingly.

The boy's body smelled of hormones, mixed with a faint orange smell, and his embrace was very warm, as expected of a very gentle dragon team.

You patted him on the back, and Malone let you go.

"Little Moon, do you want to learn table tennis?"

You asked suspiciously: "Didn't you let me learn before?"

"I regret it. It's been a long time since I saw you. If I teach you how to play, I can stay with you longer." Ma Long squatted down to pick up things on the ground.

You secretly blushed and said "OK".