[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

You've been mentally resisting going to the training ground lately.The reason is very simple, nothing more than wanting to avoid meeting the Destroyer Dragon.

His abnormal behavior last time really shocked you. Why did the obedient dragon suddenly become like this? The object is still you.

You can't help but blush.

Not right, so wrong.

After that incident, he also sent an apology on WeChat. Seeing the sincerity of the words he sent, it made people feel uneasy.Although I didn't want to be angry at all.

You flip through the chat records with him, and there is a little sweetness in your heart.

This kind of thinking is too dangerous, he is your captain.You put away your phone, planning not to avoid him anymore. After all, training is your own choice and has nothing to do with others.

On the way there, you still had a fluke mentality, maybe he is resting today?

You think this kind of brainwashing is quite useful, so much so that when you stand at the gate of the training ground, you feel fearless.

You pushed open the door calmly, and bumped into a hard chest. You covered your forehead, pursed your lips and looked at the person in front of you.

Immediately entered the state of social death.

But he was the one who bumped into it.

Although the victim was him, he was fine, but you were the one who was hit hard.

He smiled, and looked down at your forehead: "Does it hurt, why don't you look at the road when you come in?"

Your heart is sore and swollen like it's about to explode.

"It's okay...it's okay." You said incoherently.

He seemed to be amused by you, and scratched your nose: "You go in first, and I'll buy some drinks."

You nodded stiffly, and hurried in with your head down.

You put your schoolbag away in a panic, and turned to look at the door, but no one was there anymore.

You can relax a little bit, now when you see Ma Long, you will think of the scene in the gym that night, which is very ambiguous.

You quickly bit the tip of your tongue, throwing these charming thoughts out of your mind.

You yourself admire how your imagination is so amazing.

You say hello to the other players and practice by yourself.

Just when you were about to enter the state, the door was opened, and the man smiled and held two bags of drinks and said: "Everyone, take a break and drink some water."

The other players came earlier than you and practiced for a long time, so they all walked shoulder to shoulder to get water from Malone.

You think silently in your heart, why did you come to drink some water, and you don't want to go there.

You glanced in his direction blankly, turned around and continued practicing as if nothing had happened.

I don't know why, but you feel that practicing here by yourself is more embarrassing than a crowd of people watching.

After a while you blushed.

You close your eyes in despair, knowing that you would not have come.

Seeing you standing there alone with your eyes closed, he couldn't help laughing.

Someone asked: "Captain Dragon, what are you laughing at?"

He knows your temper, even though he is a little far away from you, he still can't avoid these people from booing and embarrassing the little girl.

"Nothing." He adjusted his facial expression.

Everyone is baffled, the Dragon team is a bit strange today.

On the other side, you opened your eyes, couldn't help but glance over there, lowered your eyes slightly, and touched your neck with your hands.

Okay, I'm really thirsty now.

But you still don't want to go to him to get water.

You sighed, sat next to you, took out your phone from your schoolbag to watch videos.

It was originally intended to pass the time, but the more you watch it, the more boring you become, and you are about to quit when a video pops up with the title "Questions and Answers about Malone".

You smirked, and clicked in with the mentality that I am not such a person.

The first one is that the host asked him: "Excuse me, if a female fan told you, brother, I can do it, how would you answer?"

Long: "Sister, I can't."

What is this quiz master.

Your shoulders trembled as you laughed, and you didn't realize that there was a smiling person standing next to you.

You raised your head and smiled for a second.

What a shame, what a failure, I really shouldn't be here today.

You calmly put away your phone, and coughed with your fist: "Dragon team... is there something wrong?"

He was still smiling, with a sultry voice: "Finished training?"

Why do you think this smile is so permeating?

"It's almost there, ready to go home, yes!" You hurriedly came up with a reason, turned around and packed your schoolbag.

He sighed, why is this girl so shy.

What happened last time was indeed that he didn't consider the little girl's mood, and started to attack without taking into account the little girl's mood. I really didn't expect to surprise you.

It wouldn't be so frightening that he didn't come to training for three or four days in a row.

You don't know what the dragon is thinking at this time, but you know that your throat is about to burst into flames.

You cough uncomfortably.

He found out, picked up your schoolbag, bent slightly and looked at you at the same level: "Thirsty? Do you want a drink?"

You can no longer be arrogant at this moment, so you nod honestly.

He chuckled, picked up your schoolbag and walked towards the door: "Go, I'll take you out for a drink."

You subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, the players have all gone back to training, and no one paid attention to your interaction with him.

You get up and follow.

Dragons are tall, at least in your eyes.

The last time you accidentally saw something you shouldn't see, you subconsciously moved your eyes to his abdomen.

But you immediately realized, what, how can you think about these things to the captain.

You raise your face to let the evening wind blow on your face, lowering the temperature.

He looked down at your little move, and it really was affected by what happened that night.

"What to drink?" He asked to break the silence.

You looked around and saw a fruit milkshake not far away, and you were a little embarrassed to speak.

He touched your arm with his hand and said with a smile: "What do you want to drink?"

You struggled in your heart, but you still compromised. You were afraid that he would not agree, so you softened your voice: "Brother Long, I want to drink that, can I?"

You think this sentence is perfect, you ask the question tactfully, and you even bring the title, it's perfect.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, lowered his body and whispered in your ear, "Yes, sister."

The heart is like a shaken Coke can, when the pull tab is pulled open, it explodes with a bang.