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"Old Joe, I'm shooting you."

Wen Liang touched Qiao Shuo with his arm to signal him to look over there, and then hid himself beside Qiao Shuo avoiding the camera.

Qiao Shuo turned his head, and sure enough, he saw someone holding a camera.That camera should not be cheap, besides the person taking the photo, there are people around to help.

"Come on, Brother Xiong, make a souvenir."

With a little effort, Qiao Shuo pulled Wen Liang beside him to face the camera. He put his arm on Wen Liang's shoulder, and with the other hand, he made a pair of scissors to the camera.

Wen Liang was a little surprised, but the camera on the opposite side was already taking pictures. He didn't want to affect Qiao Shuo's interest, so he smiled at the camera with his lips pursed.

The person who took the photo on the opposite side had a staff member's sign around his neck and a red peaked cap, and he looked decent when holding the camera.

Those who were able to enter the playground to shoot during the sports meeting, Wen Liang guessed that they were either from some club or from the student union.

After they took a few photos and walked over here, Wen Liang suddenly remembered that he and Qiao Shuo were reading in the library of the South Campus last semester, and they met the photography agency to take pictures.

Sure enough, the students with red hats came over, introduced themselves as reporters of the school newspaper, then showed Qiao Shuo the photos with their cameras, and asked him if he could post them on the official account of the school newspaper.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine." Qiao Shuo glanced at Wen Liang with a smile, then pointed at Wen Liang with his thumb and added, "I promised for him, he will listen to me."

The red hats on the opposite side were amused by Qiao Shuo's mischievous appearance, Wen Liang couldn't help laughing, and nodded to them in agreement with Qiao Shuo.

The female reporter of the school newspaper looked at the gold medal on Qiao Shuo's chest and asked, "Can I do an interview?"

"Ah, interview," Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows for a moment, then smiled again, "Then ask something simple."

The female reporter agreed to come down, confirmed the equipment with the videographer, made a simple opening statement to the camera, and then turned the microphone to Qiao Shuo.

"This student won the gold medal in the just-concluded 400m competition. Did you ever think that you would win the gold medal before the competition?"

"No," Qiao Shuo looked at the camera and answered frankly, "I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Have you participated in any other sports? Are you satisfied with the results?"

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Wen Liang looked at Qiao Shuo's smile silently beside him, and something that had not been seen for a long time and was almost unfamiliar poured out of his heart.

He was used to Qiao Shuo's usual idyllic appearance, as if he didn't care about anything, like an optimist with no worries.

But today he saw a different Qiao Shuo.

Qiao Shuo who was panting and lying on his back on the track after running 400m exhausted, and Qiao Shuo who was so wronged and cried in his arms after being maliciously suppressed.

He always acts so relaxed and nonchalant that people overlook how he insists on overcoming bedridden every day and running to the playground for real training.

In fact, it is all about working so hard that it looks effortless. No one can get something for nothing.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something from a long time ago—before he started to degenerate, he was always compared by his parents.

"Your child's grades are really good. If only my child worked half as hard as yours."

"How can there be, Xiaoliang usually likes to play, and we can't control the piano the day before the final exam. You see, every exam is always 99 points, always No.2, alas, if you can work hard Just work hard..."

At that time, Wen Liang couldn't tell the difference between their politeness and fake smiles, and he felt only aggrieved when he heard what his mother said.

What do you mean by not working hard?So what is the vacation that he is filled with make-up classes, and what is the dinner that he can only eat after being postponed until ten o'clock by the evening class.

He was in elementary school then.If this is not hard work, then what is hard work? Is it completely denied just because he pretends to be easy?

Sometimes he really envied his younger sister Wen Yu, as long as she cried and cried at home, she could avoid going to make-up classes, but he couldn't.

He has no childhood, and no distant place - they used to say that they can go wherever they want after studying hard, but later they said that they can stay in their hometown to find a job and don't suffer from the disadvantages suffered by their predecessors.

He lost his childhood and the distance together. It turns out that in this life, people live only to repeat the trajectory and live towards death.

Wen Liang felt a little suffocated for a while.

A sense of dizziness rose in his head for no reason, Wen Liang adjusted his standing posture in time to stabilize his figure, and shook his head as unobtrusively as possible.

The reporter from the school newspaper was still interviewing Qiao Shuo, and Wen Liang realized that he was distracted.

"You performed very well in this competition. Is there anyone you want to thank?"

"I want to thank my coach Mr. Luo, for his teaching and help to me." Qiao Shuo pursed his lips and smiled, bowed his head in silence for two seconds, then looked up with firm and sincere eyes, "From the time I joined the team to the Now, there have been things that have shaken me, but I will stick to it."

Listening to what Qiao Shuo said, Wen Liang smiled unconsciously, with a look of joy in his eyes - if he guessed right, Qiao Shuo was going to continue practicing.

"Then who do you most want to share about winning the gold medal with at this very moment?"

"I want to share it with my dad, because I have always admired him. If he can praise me, I will be very happy."

Qiao Shuo laughed mischievously, but Wen Liang couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or joking.

In the dormitory, Qiao Shuo seldom mentioned his family, and even rarely called his family. Now that he mentions his admiration for his father, Wen Liang is really curious.

The interview ended quickly. Qiao Shuo paid special attention to the official account of the school newspaper and added a photographer in order to take some nice photos as souvenirs.

Qiao Shuo walked along the way, feeling that the gold medal was dangling around his neck, so he deliberately stuffed the gold medal into the coat through the neckline.

Qiao Shuo finished all the sports competitions and was about to return to his class in the auditorium. He followed Wen Liang up the steps and through the crowded and noisy aisles.

When he walked in the middle of the fluorescent yellow, the blue and white track and field uniform of Qiao Shuo was particularly conspicuous, and scattered applause came from the audience.

Qiao Shuo continued to walk forward, and when he got to his class, he didn't know who took the lead, and the applause became more and more enthusiastic, surrounding Qiao Shuo.

He looked around in disbelief, past the eyes staring at him, then turned to Wen Liang, pointing at himself in surprise.

Amid the noise, Wen Liang saw his mouth shape: "Are you applauding me?"

Wen Liang smiled and nodded, then clapped her hands too.

Qiao Shuo never expected that he would be so embarrassed.

He held Wen Liang's hand to stop him, then bowed his waist in the applause, and pulled Wen Liang to find a most low-key corner to sit down.

Wen Liang could tell that Qiao Shuo was serious and wanted to say something, but the surroundings were too noisy, so he could only try to guess what Qiao Shuo was talking about by looking at the shape of Qiao Shuo's mouth.

It was extremely difficult to communicate, Qiao Shuo raised his head helplessly and let out a long sigh, and he pulled Wen Liang to go straight out from the nearest step.

Qiao Shuo and Wen Liang walked with their heads bowed, and a short man blocked them.

"Hey, you two are sneaking around!"

Qiao Shuo let out a "huh" and knew who this bluffing guy was without looking. He stood up straight, even puffed out his chest arrogantly, and put his arms around Li Meng's neck.

"Yo yo, it's cute, dad went out for a while, do you have an opinion or what?"

"Hey you! Do it right away!" Li Meng patted Qiao Shuo's arm twice, and scolded with a smile, "Show your grandpa if you won the gold medal!"

"Pay attention to your wording." Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows, and looked at Li Meng with a hint of warning.

"Come on, don't be so stingy, show me the gold medal." Li Meng gave in.

"It's more or less the same." Qiao Shuo let go of his hand in satisfaction, pulled out the shining gold medal from the collar and showed it to Li Meng.

The gold medal was almost half the size of a palm, engraved with the school's emblem, the year of the year, and the name of the sport.

Excited and curious, Li Meng held the gold medal up to the sun and flicked it with her fingers to listen.

"Is it pure gold?" Li Meng asked.

It was so unreasonable that Qiao Shuo wanted to beat him on the head really hard—do you have common sense?Even Olympic gold medals can't be pure gold, okay?

"Yes, it's very pure. I'll donate it to build a beautiful new campus tomorrow!" Qiao Shuo mocked him ferociously.

Li Meng's attention was all on the exquisite engraving of the medal, and he didn't even think about what Qiao Shuo said.

"Oh, don't mind, you are too generous, isn't it good to sell subsidies to subsidize yourself?"

Qiao Shuo rolled his eyes greatly, then took a deep breath.

Wen Liang beside him laughed for a long time, he couldn't stand it anymore, before Qiao Shuo got angry with Li Meng, he dragged him out from the steps of the auditorium.

The periphery of the playground is completely different from the din of people in the auditorium, it is very quiet.Qiao Shuo was idly leaning on the ping-pong table with his arms leaning backwards, and Wen Liang stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Brother Xiong, I figured it out. The reason why I resist and be sensitive is because of my low self-esteem. I really want to be recognized by others. In fact..." Qiao Shuo pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, then smiled Looking at Wen Liang, his eyes were full of sunshine, "I'm not leaving the team anymore."

"Well, I know." Wen Liang looked into Qiao Shuo's eyes, as if looking at a fascinating treasure, "I will stand by your side."

Wen Liang's tone was low, but these words made people feel at ease.

I will be on your side.Qiao Shuo recited this sentence silently many times, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart——

It's like being trusted and understood, being unswervingly chosen.

There is inadvertent pain in this kind of joy, which makes people want to drown in it, and find a way out for all the fragility.

"You can't imagine that, I used to be a little trash who wanted to bully anyone who saw me." Qiao Shuo sighed in relief, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

Wen Liang turned her head in surprise when she heard this, carefully looked at Qiao Shuo's expression, and double checked whether he was joking.

If he read correctly, even the corner of the mouth of the foul athlete in the hurdling competition was beaten. He was still a senior... Who would dare to bully Qiao Shuo?

However, Qiao Shuo's face was rarely serious on weekdays, even mixed with a little stubbornness and confusion.

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It’s urgent to save the manuscript, the update is not very regular (but I will try my best), if you guys are too lazy to hang around often, you can save it up and read it, this volume has probably written two-thirds, the next volume I will definitely Save manuscripts early!Woohoo, one day I dreamed that a reader posted a comment, saying that the writing was not as serious as the first book, and I cried so loudly.When I wrote the first volume, I was still in college, and I had plenty of time. I posted the full text after depositing it, so I had a lot of time to revise it.When I was writing the second volume, I became a laborer, and it was because I squeezed time to write novels out of my passion.Anxious, so anxious...