[Zhang Jike] Unexpected

That day, Zhang Jike was caught and scolded by Liu Guoliang as soon as he went backstage.

Not only because of the origin of Zhang Jike's guilty conscience tattoo, but also because of the big battle he caused in the audience after the final.

"Zhang Jike, what do you think? You lost your mind after winning a men's singles championship?"

Liu Guoliang lectured with a straight face behind his hands.

In front of him was the listless Zhang Jike, accompanied by Ma Long, Xu Xin and other members of the national table tennis team who were used to it.

Zhang Jike would be punished every time he finished the game, his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't bring up a trace of resistance.

Compared to tearing clothes and kicking advertising boards in Rotterdam, I have restrained myself a lot this time.

"If you and that girl hit it off or have known each other for a long time, I won't say much, young man, who just came here from the bloody side." Liu Guoliang frowned, "But just a new face who came to watch the game, Maybe the player you like is not Zhang Jike, where are you going to go?"

"Besides, you have only played a few matches now, and everyone can't even remember your name. There are many people who look down on you. Do you want to fall in love now?"

"Do you have time? Do you have energy? Can you ensure that you won't be distracted and delay your grades? Can you ensure that other girls don't dislike you and can't give her anything?"

"Huh? Zhang Jike."

The coach's series of heart-pounding words made Zhang Jike bloody, but remembering the girl's smile at him, he couldn't accept it, and said with a firm tone, "I can!"

Fang Bo and Ma Long on the left and right quickly stretched out their hands to pull him.

Liu Guoliang stared, "You can? What can you do?"

"Let's not mention anything else for now, I'll just ask, do you know her name? Do you have her contact information?"

Xu Xin and the others secretly pricked up their ears, waiting for Zhang Jike's reply.

"..." Being stabbed again, Zhang Jike became depressed and dejected.

Harm, it turned out to be Ji Ke'er's wishful thinking.

Looking at each other, the surrounding audience barely resisted the desire to laugh.

Hmph, I can't cure you kid anymore?

Liu Guoliang sneered, "There will be winter training soon, and there will be more competitions next year. Zhang Jike, give me serious training. I want to see if that girl will come to see you."

Hearing this, Zhang Jike's eyes suddenly brightened, yes, he can ask the girl for her phone number when I meet him again in the next competition.

In this way, the little Tibetan mastiff was revived with full blood on the spot.

Ma Long and Xu Xin on the side look at me and I look at you. Why do you always feel that Director Liu is actually assisting Zhang Jike's relationship by giving lectures?

Tsk, it must be an illusion.

The two deceived themselves and gradually forgot about it.

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In 2011, Qin Moyi was 17 years old, a sophomore in high school.

Although she didn't know how she showed up at the World Cup in Germany without doing her homework in the dormitory on Sunday, she still had to use the New Year's money to buy a return plane ticket by herself.After all, at this time, she was just a student and had no source of income.

It was not so coincidental that the encounter happened by chance. By the time she landed safely, it was already four o'clock in the morning on Monday.

Still in time for school.

The sky in Beijing was foggy. She took a taxi back to school, showed her student ID to the gatekeeper, and was let in.

Carefully open the dormitory door with the key, the roommates who share the same bed are still immersed in sleep, happy little snores come and go, playing happily.

Putting down the backpack on tiptoe, Qin Moyi found the drawer key from a corner of the storage box based on his memory.

Click.

Opening the drawer, the space inside was filled with dozens of thick photos.She picked up the top one with light and slow movements.

On the back of the photo, the time of shooting is recorded, May 1995, 5.Because it is well preserved, the photo does not have any yellowing and wrinkling.

Qin Mo slowly flipped through the photo, and the front was the photo of 32-year-old Zhang Jike who kidnapped 26-year-old Qin Mo for a while in his previous life.

What's even more weird is that Qin Mo himself didn't seem to be panicked by this incident.

The dormitory with the curtains drawn was unusually deep. She seemed to be used to the darkness, her face was expressionless, and she only slowly stroked the 7-year-old Zhang Jike in the photo twice with her fingertips.

"It's great that you're here with me again."

A murmur quietly disappeared into the air, leaving nothing behind.

The sun left the horizon, glowing red, like a dazzling agate disk, slowly moving upwards.Around the red sun, the rays of the sun are completely dyed.

In the early morning, the first wake-up bell rang at 6:[-] on time.

In the quiet dormitory, there was a movement of tossing and turning from time to time.

As the head of the dormitory, Xiao Chen was the first to get out of bed, his hands and feet were very light, and he did not disturb the other two.Grab a toothbrush and towel, slowly open the door and go out to wash.

In the bathroom, there was already the sound of running water.

Seeing the familiar figure from behind, Xiao Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Mo Yi?"

Hearing the call, Qin Mo turned off the faucet, "Get up."

Xiao Chen nodded and walked to her side, "I didn't even notice when I came back."

"I just came back." Qin Mo smiled, turned the water down, and continued with the previous actions.

After squeezing the toothpaste, Xiao Chen brushed his teeth.

In front of them is an open window with a wide view and the morning breeze is suitable.

"Why do you wash your clothes so early in the morning?" Xiao Chen glanced at the black clothes that were submerged in the water, holding his toothbrush in his mouth, "You bought these clothes new? I don't think I've seen them before."

As if responding to her doubts, Qin Mo squeezed the shoulders of the clothes to drain the water, revealing its original appearance.

It was a pure black sports short-sleeve, the size was too large, and it looked like a male version.

Xiao Chen was shocked, "Okay, Mo Yi, if you don't make a song, you will become a blockbuster. Why don't you go back and spend the night at your boyfriend's house?"

"What, I am this kind of person."

Qin Moyi was amused by her miraculous brain circuit, and turned his clothes over, "Look clearly, there is a five-star red flag on the left heart."

"So?" Xiao Chen usually doesn't pay much attention to the sports circle, so he only feels a little familiar when he sees this.

Sighing helplessly, Qin Mo confessed honestly, "I went abroad to watch the Table Tennis World Cup this week. This dress was thrown at the audience by an athlete who won glory for the country and won the championship. I was excited. Fortunately, I happened to snatch it."

It's only two days in a weekend, and it's quite rich.

After figuring out the ins and outs, Xiao Chen lost the interest in gossiping, "I thought our school belle, the first in grade, finally got the hang of it."

Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled and stopped arguing.

"By the way, winter vacation is coming soon, what do you think?" Soon, Xiao Chen found a new topic.

As for the plans for the winter vacation, Qin Mo had already thought about it in advance.

"This winter vacation, I'm going to apply for volunteers." She said.