Qianli Jiangling

In the past two days of the college entrance examination, the whole city seemed to have been silenced.

The bus drove quietly and quietly, as if announcing its withdrawal from the F1 arena.The taxi driver temporarily gave up cursing, tied a red ribbon, and put up a "Pickup Vehicle for High School Candidates" sign to provide help for the candidates.

The radio in the shopping mall was quiet, and the aunts dancing in the square spontaneously stopped gathering.

It was unbelievably quiet.

Jiang Li sat in the time billiard lounge area and had dinner with Sheng Qianling.

The weather was too hot, and they didn't want to go out, so they ordered takeaway to be delivered.

Jiang Li took a big sip of ice soda and said to Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, look at the atmosphere of the college entrance examination, it's too serious. Fortunately, you were recommended."

Sheng Qianling nodded, raised his moon-like face, and replied, "At this time next year, you will be going to take the college entrance examination."

When it comes to the college entrance examination, one immediately thinks of the schools and majors that Jiangli wants to apply for in the future.

But it was still early, Sheng Qianling did not go deep into this topic.

There is ample time.he thinks.

Jiang Li nodded nonchalantly, brushed aside the cilantro on the spicy chicken, and picked up a piece of meat.

He devoured his meals, and was reminded several times by Sheng Qianling, so he had to try to eat slowly, trying to maintain the same frequency and rhythm as Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling picked up the coriander that had been removed from the river, and chewed it slowly, with a relaxed expression.

The two of them were halfway through eating when Pan Deng and Master Hong came over.

They just came in from the outside, and there was still a light layer of sweat on their heads.

Master Hong didn't sit down, pulled his sweaty clothes, and walked to the nearest central air-conditioning outlet to get some air.

Pan Deng almost couldn't leave his mouth with betel nuts, he chewed one piece and replaced it with a new one.

He sat down at the table where Sheng Qianling was eating, and said to the two young men, "I have something to tell you in advance."

Jiang Li put down his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of ice soda, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pan Deng said: "The weather is too hot now, and our billiards industry has also entered the off-season. I discussed with Mr. Sun and Master Hong, and plan to hold a snooker competition in early July. The scale may be larger."

Jiang Li knew that Mr. Sun was another shareholder in the store and had other properties, so he didn't come here very often.

And Master Hong also provided a certain amount of financial support when he opened the store, so to hold a high-level competition in the store, it is natural that all three people need to agree.

Pan Deng also said: "As for the members who like to play snooker, to put it bluntly, the economic conditions are not bad, so we plan to lower the entry threshold, increase the bonus amount, and attract more people to participate. For the time being, we will set a champion with 2 yuan. The prize money is 1 yuan for the second place, 5000 yuan for the third place, and 6 yuan for each of the fourth to No.1000."

Jiang Li vaguely understood Pan Deng's meaning, and asked a little excitedly: "Mr. Pan, do you want to say..."

Pan Deng said directly: "We all know Xiaoli's level. In our golf room, except for Qianling, no one should be able to beat it. This bonus is for others, it is better for Xiaoli to get it. What do you think?"

Jiang Li only participated in one billiards match, which was the Chinese eight-ball match on April Fool's Day.

He got a bonus of 500 yuan, which made him happy for a long time.

Hearing that Pan Deng asked him to participate in the snooker competition, he was very excited, but his first reaction was to turn his head and look at Sheng Qianling.

He remembered clearly that everything related to playing ball had to be approved by his master.

Sheng Qianling didn't seem surprised.

Stretching out his slender and white fingers, he slowly put away the lunch boxes on the table and said with a light smile, "Of course you can participate in the competition."

Jiang Li was excited for a moment, as if he felt the joy of winning the championship in advance, and even began to plan in his mind how to spend this huge sum of money.

But soon Sheng Qianling poured him a basin of cold water.

Sheng Qianling said: "As long as the prize money exceeds 1 yuan, it will attract amateur players from all over the country. The opponents you have to face are not just the members you see in the billiard room."

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Including those like you who can go to work professionally but haven't done so yet?"

Sheng Qianling nodded, and his voice was as clear as ever: "Yes, there are many masters who are unwilling to play professionally, feel that they are not free, and are unwilling to change their batting habits. This group is not in the minority, so this type of snooker competition is not As easy as you think."

Jiang Li asked again: "Then will you participate in the competition?"

Sheng Qianling shook his head.

Pan Deng answered the words vaguely with a betel nut in his mouth: "Qianling is considered a professional player. Isn't he going to a training camp in September? This time the competition is of an amateur nature, and we won't accept registration for professionals."

After saying this, he said to Sheng Qianling: "When the time comes, the competition process and rules, and then the refereeing, please help me."

Sheng Qianling nodded.

He has participated in countless regular competitions since he was a child, so he naturally knows these things very well.

Jiang Li calmed down a bit, thought of something, and asked again: "Mr. Pan, I have another question, that is, you said that the competition will be held in early July, so I will not turn up until the middle of July. This age..."

Many billiard clubs hold competitions and will refuse minors to participate.There is no other reason, it is because minors have no spending power, even if they win the prize, it is difficult to become a top-up member in the club.

The most fundamental purpose of holding a game is to attract more billiard fans to apply for membership cards.

Pan Deng raised his mouth and smiled, and the gangster's anger suddenly emerged from his body.

He said: "Our own competition, our rule is to allow minors to participate."

Jiang Li suddenly smiled.

But Sheng Qianling seemed to be addicted to pouring cold water, and he continued slowly: "There are also a lot of teenage snooker masters."

He himself won the runner-up in a major snooker competition when he was 11 years old, and it was in the case of no handicap and equal competition with adults.

Jiang Li's arrogance just now was completely extinguished, and he said with a guilty conscience: "Then at my level, will I be abused by others..."

Sheng Qianling was still calm: "That's just right, let me see your state of mind."

Jiang Li: "..."

After eating, Sheng Qianling went to throw out the trash and went to the bathroom by the way.

There is a row of lockers next to the toilet, where the employees who usually use Time Billiards store sundries.Sheng Qianling bought a lot of mouthwash, and put them in one of the unlocked cabinets, so that he and Jiang Li could rinse their mouths after meals.

Jiang Li followed Sheng Qianling into the bathroom, and after finishing using the mouthwash, he quickly pulled Sheng Qianling into the cubicle.

He said, "Brother Ling, kiss me for a while."

Sheng Qianling found out that Jiang Li seemed to like kissing very much.

The kiss was not erotic, it was hugging quietly, slowly intertwining lips and teeth, kissing for a while, resting for a while.

Not strong, but has a shocking beauty.

Jiang Li's lips were naturally ruddy, and his smile was sweet and sultry, very seductive.

Sheng Qianling was able to hold back at first, and solemnly asked Jiang Li to exercise restraint.

Jiang Li looked like he had seen a ghost, and exaggeratedly said that he hadn't eaten anything, and there was no way to talk about restraint.

Sheng Qianling was a little helpless, but he no longer refused, and would always satisfy Jiang Li when he asked for a kiss.

The two kissed for a while, until their lips were moist.The cubicle was narrow, and Jiang Li leaned against Sheng Qianling without speaking, sniffing the nice fragrance of laundry detergent on his body.

Sheng Qianling lowered his head slightly, with his hands still around Jiang Li's slender waist, and then lowered a little, stroking Jiang Li's buttocks and saying, "Are you nervous?"

Jiang Li thought again, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Do you want to do it here? Don't be nervous."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

His face became hot uncontrollably, his throat seemed to be scorched by a cluster of small flames, and even his ears were covered with a layer of faint powder.

Fortunately, Jiang Li was a little shorter than him, so he didn't notice.

Sheng Qianling added: "Ask you if you are nervous about taking part in the snooker competition."

It was only then that Jiang Li realized that the corners of his eyes were elongated with a smile, and he was not at all ashamed, but rather disappointed.

He said: "Isn't it just playing normally, and I'm really not nervous at all. My master has taught me for so long, so naturally I have to test the results."

Sheng Qianling's hands didn't stop moving, he was still gently rubbing and kneading, as if he was pinching a soft balloon.

He especially likes the tactile feeling there, it is soft and firm in the palm of his hand.

Sheng Qianling said: "This competition, as long as you can enter the championship, second and third place, I will give you a gift."

Jiang Li squinted his eyes and smiled until his pupils shone brightly. He rubbed Sheng Qianling's shoulder affectionately and asked, "What gift?"

Sheng Qianling had already thought about the answer, and said bluntly: "Take you out for a few days, treat it as a date."

After the two of them were together, apart from the occasional kiss and hug, they were actually the same as before.

Jiang Li still came over as soon as school was over, listened carefully to Sheng Qianling's lecture, and then started a long training session.Arrive on time at nine o'clock on weekends to start a day of boring mechanical repetitive actions.

Jiang Li had long wanted to live a two-person world with Sheng Qianling and have a good time. Hearing what he said, he was naturally fascinated, and asked casually, "Then what if I didn't make it into the top three."

Sheng Qianling thought of something, and the temperature of the auricles heated up again, and the pink turned into deep red.

He was afraid that someone would come into the bathroom, so he leaned into Jiang Li's ear, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Well, I'll postpone it until you are 20 years old."

Jiang Li changed his face instantly, and said firmly, "No! Impossible! I don't agree!"

He never concealed his desire, he just wanted to wait for the time to cross the last line of defense.

How could it be possible to agree to wait another two years?

Didn't that kill him?

Naturally, Sheng Qianling knew his temperament, so he deliberately mentioned this reward and punishment mechanism.

Jiang Li had no choice but reluctantly said: "Brother Ling, just wait, watch me kill all directions, let you come and warm my bed."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

The college entrance examination is over, the world has resumed its hustle and bustle, and the students in the first and second grades of high school have also resumed their classes.

It's just that the senior high school entrance examination is two weeks later, and the students have to clear the examination room for the third-year junior high school students, which has caused the recent schoolwork to be very stressful.

Teachers of all subjects want to race against time to talk more, and they can't wait to stuff the knowledge in the books into the students' heads page by page.

Everyone listened carefully, only Jiang Li was distracted by the English grammar that Mei Chaofeng had written all over the blackboard.

The first Time Cup Amateur Snooker Invitational Tournament.

Can he make the top three?

I heard that there are many master players in Beijing, and there are also many powerful players from Zhejiang who have come to gamble.With his accuracy and skills, is there any hope of breaking through the encirclement?

What if a child prodigy like Sheng Qianling comes over to make trouble?

If he can't make it into the top three, does he really have to wait until he is 20?

……

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Li came back to his senses and found curiously that the students in the front row were all looking back at him, all of them smiling strangely.

He turned his head and glanced at Chen Shushu, who was at the same table, and saw that Chen Shushu was sleeping soundly with his book stacked high, and his back felt inexplicably cold.

Sure enough, Teacher Mei stared at him intently, and repeated the question: "In an attributive clause, when the subject is a relative pronoun such as which or who, what should we pay attention to? Jiang Li, tell me."

Jiang Li didn't know the specific meaning of the attributive clause at all, but he heard it a lot and it was quite familiar.

He stood up carelessly, smiled calmly and said, "Of course, be careful not to write the words which and who wrong."

Teacher Mei: "..."

The whole class couldn't help laughing at last, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to vent and relax a bit from the heavy schoolwork.

But Jiang Li himself feels very good about himself, as if it is a great honor to be able to bring happiness to everyone.

Teacher Mei was so angry that he slammed the chalk on the podium and said angrily, "Jiang Li, I'll wait and see how good your score will be in the college entrance examination!"

Jiang Li was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, his peach blossom eyes curled up, and he answered with a smile: "Don't worry, Teacher Mei. Let's wait for the arrival of next year together."

Teacher Mei was so angry that her blood pressure soared, she squeezed the corner of the podium tightly with her fingers, and said through gritted teeth, "Jiang Yan, you answer it!"

Jiang Yan, the school committee member, stood up and gave the correct answer.

After Jiang Li sat down, he brushed his bangs covering his eyelids, and clasped his hands and smiled at the students who were still watching his jokes in all directions, like a hero who just finished a martial arts performance saluting the audience.

Then went on in a daze.

It's just that, in a certain second of time passing by, a sentence suddenly flashed in Jiang Li's mind.

It was the sentence that Sheng Qianling asked him a few days ago——

"Jiang Li, have you thought about our future?"

The author says:

I have always said that Tianwen did not lie to everyone!