Qianli Jiangling

With a bang, the bedroom door was slammed shut mercilessly.

Sheng Qianling: "..."

He reluctantly tugged at his fastened right hand, had to get up and approach the wall lamp, endured the heat, and tried to untie the tie with one hand.

Jiang Li is tied with a dead button, not a bow tie that can be unraveled by pulling the strap at all, but requires two hands to forcefully pull the tight tie out of the seam.

Sheng Qianling couldn't exert strength with one hand, and the unconscionable Jiang Li just lit the fire without putting it out, and hid in the room to rest, so he had to find a way to untie the knot on his own.

It's not realistic to cut with scissors.

This tie was a gift from Jiang Li, and he was reluctant to break it.But it is really impossible to untie it with one hand, unless...

The instigator, Jiang Li, entered the bedroom and lay on the big soft bed, not feeling sleepy at all.

He decided to let Sheng Qianling hang out for 10 minutes before going out to find him, so he grabbed his phone, turned on Douyin, and started to scan short videos.

His favorites are almost all clips of Sheng Qianling's competitions. In every video, Sheng Qianling wears a white shirt with a black vest and a bow tie that symbolizes a gentleman.

Jiang Li browsed casually and found a highlight of Sheng Qianling's competition.

Inside are Sheng Qianling's appearance when he hits all kinds of complicated balls, with a cold expression, stretched limbs, and steady shots.Jiang Li likes every side profile, and every shot seems to hit his heart.

Jiang Li clicked on the comments and saw that there were some more replies under the comment that received the most likes.

He is very familiar with this comment: "Ah, ah, husband!"

Because he wrote it.

There was a reply at the bottom: "Sheng Qianling is just like this, okay? I have played in the World Championships twice, and I am the runner-up each time. Is it Wannian's second child?"

Jiang Li's fist hardened immediately.

He clicked on the typing box for the reply, and began to leave a crackling message: "Do you know what it means to be runner-up in the World Championships? The World Championships is the highest snooker event in the world. Before Sheng Qianling, Chinese players had only reached the final once. Sheng Qianling has absolute strength, he will definitely win the championship, you just wait—”

Before Jiang Li finished writing, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

He was startled, his fingers paused, and he was about to look back when he was pressed tightly on the bed.

So the unfinished message became: "He will definitely win the championship, you just wait for kgaldg;agelajfeimpafffkk—"

Hit the send button, and the garbled reply is published.

Jiang Li's hands were cut back by Sheng Qianling, and his body was firmly imprisoned, unable to move.

Sheng Qianling stuck to Jiang Li's body tightly, and leaned over to kiss him forcefully.

Sheng Qianling seemed to be on fire, and his lips were filled with warmth, as he gurgled towards Jiang Li's face.

He kissed without any rules, bit Jiang Li's lips, and called him angrily while biting: "Little bastard..."

The little bastard was so dazed by the kiss, he still didn't forget to think about how Sheng Qianling untied that tie.

At this time, Sheng Qianling pulled out the black tie from the pocket of his suit trousers, quickly wrapped it around Jiang Li's wrists a few times, and tied him up.

Jiang Li saw that Sheng Qianling's right wrist was red in a large area, and there were red marks of struggle. It was obvious that he had used brute force to break free from the tie. He felt distressed for a moment, and called him with lowered eyes: "Brother Ling, why are you... "

Before he finished speaking, he was kissed again.

Sheng Qianling was unusually strong, but Jiang Li felt that Sheng Qianling seemed very happy.

Although he was tied up for a few minutes, judging from his intense kisses, he was actually very happy with Jiang Li doing this.

Jiang Li guessed that his own jealousy pleased him, made him see his love, and gave him a real sense of security.

So even the love affair is so impatient, as if busy proving something, in the ambiguous and charming room, unreservedly relieve the love in my heart.

Not long after, all the still life in this room heard the familiar applause.

There is also the sound of crying and begging for mercy.

But it is of no use at all. The domestic violence person continues to commit violence, and the victim of domestic violence insults the perpetrator with unlimited words while enduring the pain.

But the perpetrator seemed to be quite excited, the slaps were more crisp, and the applause was more intensive.

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Li couldn't help complaining: "You stay with him every day, why don't you allow me to be jealous?"

In such an atmosphere of light, shadow and sensuality, Sheng Qianling still took the time to answer Jiang Li's words: "He hasn't been together every day, and he has only been here for more than a year. He has been training in Suzhou before, and was only recently sent to Beijing."

Unconvinced, Jiang Li said, "But he just likes you!"

Sheng Qianling grabbed Jiang Li's tied wrists, knelt behind him, and said breathlessly, "But I only like you."

Jiang Li is satisfied.

Tonight, Jiang Li was jealous and committed suicide, but he was the one who got hurt in the end.

After a long time, Jiang Li was too tired to move, so he buried his face in the pillow and lay there flushed.

The phone was still left at the corner of the bed, and Jiang Li didn't have the energy to get it.

Sheng Qianling untied the tie on Jiangli's wrist, put it away lovingly, and came over to hug Jiangli.

Both of them withdrew from the extreme pleasure, the aftertaste was still there for a while, and they were not in a hurry to take a bath, they just lay down and chatted together.

Sheng Qianling said, "Thank you, Lili."

Xie refused to say anything, but Jiang Li didn't ask.

Sheng Qianling's shoulder was pinched by the mobile phone at the corner of the bed, feeling a little uncomfortable, he reached out to fish it out, trying to lock the screen for Jiang Li.

Holding it in front of my eyes and shaking it, I saw my familiar face on the screen.

At this time, the video was suspended, and the comment section was clicked on. Half of the page was Sheng Qianling's face, and the bottom half were three hot comments.

The first hot comment was "Ahhh my husband!"

Sheng Qianling had seen such comments on the Internet occasionally, and was familiar with the style of netizens' comments this year, so he didn't take it too seriously.

It's just that the netizen ID of this hot comment caught his attention——

"A Thousand Miles of Jiangling"

Sheng Qianling's hand paused, guessing what, when Jiang Li was not paying attention, he entered the backstage of this Douyin account.

After clicking on "I", he saw that Jiangli's username was "Qianli Jiangling" and his profile picture was a cartoon girl.

Sheng Qianling's fingertips trembled slightly, and he clicked on Jiangli's favorites, and found that it was full of clips of himself in various competitions, all in white shirts and black vests, with the Chinese flag on his chest, and a stern face.

Then open Jiang Li's private video, and it's all his photos.

Photos from various angles holding the trophy high.

And the writing is very straightforward.

For example, on the photo of the British Championship champion, Jiang Li wrote: "I miss him so much."

On the photo of the winner of the Wembley Masters, Jiang Li wrote: "I really love him."

On the photo of the runner-up in the World Championships, Jiang Li wrote: "I really want to rush down and kiss him, and love him again."

At that moment, Sheng Qianling could hardly describe his mood in words.

He watched Jiang Li's private confession that he dared not make public for a long time, recalling his feelings when he held up the trophy after the game, his heart palpitations made his eye sockets wet and hot, and the hand that embraced Jiang Li unconsciously strained a few times. point.

Jiang Li sensed the change in Sheng Qianling and turned to look at him.

When he looked up, he saw Sheng Qianling was browsing the homepage of "Thousands of Miles of Jiangling", he immediately screamed and reached out to grab his mobile phone.

Sheng Qianling reacted faster, raised the phone farther away, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Li's face, and called him that way again: "Baby, I'm very happy."

Jiang Li: "..."

He was a little embarrassed, especially when he pretended to be a female fan, confessed wildly on the Internet, and quarreled with black people on mic, all of which were seen by Sheng Qianling.

He buried his face in the pillow again, and said in a vague voice, "Brother Ling, I really love you."

Sheng Qianling's heart dropped steadily, but his heartbeat continued to speed up.

He put down the lock screen of his phone, continued to hold Jiang Li in his arms, and slowly stroked his smooth back.

He said, "Lily, I love you."

I said it once, and now I will solemnly confess it again.

The room was silent, with a gentle wind blowing through the window, and he ran away blushing again.

After confronting Fu Yu, Jiang Li's status in the training center soared.

He is very popular with everyone. Every time he followed Sheng Qianling to the training ground, Guo Tong and the others would greet him proactively and enthusiastically.

Only Fu Yu was very awkward, he was indifferent to Jiang Li, but turned around but was very enthusiastic towards Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li never refuted Sheng Qianling's face face to face, but after closing the door, it took Sheng Qianling to coax him for a long time to calm down.

It's not that you dare not kiss. There are monitors in every corner of the training center and on every snooker table.

It is convenient for all players to review the game.

He didn't want someone to suddenly see him and Sheng Qianling kissing passionately during the replay.

But the match between him and Fu Yu was revealed during the replay.

That evening, Jiang Li practiced until he was exhausted. He sat next to the table where Sheng Qianling practiced. He habitually took out a lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper and wanted to stuff it into his mouth.

Sheng Qianling raised his eyes and looked over, Jiang Li was so frightened that he immediately got up and handed the candy to Guo Tong who was passing by, saying, "Teacher Guo, please eat candy."

Guo Tong looked at him resentfully, took the candy, took a sip, and said, "It's too bitter to see me beat you, can you give me something sweet?"

Jiang Li smiled brightly and said, "You train hard, and with time, you can still beat me."

Guo Tong: "..."

After Guo Tong walked over, Jiang Li asked Sheng Qianling to have dinner together and then go home.

Sheng Qianling had no objection, put away his clubs, and prepared to leave with Jiang Li.

Before reaching the photo wall at the door, I bumped into the coach Xu Weiguo whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Xu Weiguo was wearing an old T-shirt that was washed white, and he was running around in a hurry, with a suitcase in his hand, he was out of breath, as if he had been chased by a dog.

Seeing that Sheng Qianling and Jiang Li were about to leave, Xu Weiguo waved his hand and shouted angrily, "Jiang Li! Are you Jiang Li? Come, come, come with me to the office."

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and looked at Sheng Qianling with a guilty conscience.

He is not a professional player, but he occupies the professional player's table to practice every day, which is really unreasonable.

YouQi cleaned up Fu Yu as soon as he arrived, and later defeated Guo Tong and the others by a large margin, which made the atmosphere in the training center tense, and it is normal for the coach to be angry.

Jiang Li looked at Sheng Qianling as if asking for help, but seeing Sheng Qianling's eyes were calm and calm, as if he still had some expectations, he couldn't help turning his head silently.

... He will be cut by the coach soon, and Sheng Qianling doesn't have to look forward to it.

Xu Weiguo walked a few meters, saw that Jiang Li hadn't followed, and said out of breath, "Come on, why don't you move?"

Jiang Li had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and follow him weakly.

Xu Weiguo's office is next to the separate training room. It is very spacious inside. There is a row of bookcases behind the desk. There are many books in it, most of which are about billiard skills.

He put the suitcase away, sat on the chair, motioned Jiang Li to sit opposite him with his eyes, and introduced himself: "Hi Jiang Li, my name is Xu Weiguo."

Jiang Li raised his eyes and subconsciously glanced at Sheng Qianling beside him.

He knows the name "Xu Weiguo" not only because there are many introductory and advanced billiard works signed by Sheng Qianling in his study, but also because Xu Weiguo is the No.1 introduction of snooker billiards in China.

But I didn't expect it to be such a slovenly little old man.

Xu Weiguo gradually calmed down, and said, "Jiang Li, right? How old were you when you started playing?"

Jiang Li was a little puzzled, didn't he come here to be criticized, why did he start chatting about family matters?

Could it be that the coaches of the national team are so tactful, chatting first before criticizing?

Jiang Li replied honestly: "I started playing at a very young age. I started playing small table games at a young age. I really started playing snooker when I was 12 years old."

Xu Weiguo asked again: "How old are you now?"

Jiang Li was very puzzled, but still said: "In a few months, I will be 25 years old."

Xu Weiguo nodded, with passion and light in his eyes.

He leaned over and stared at Jiang Li enthusiastically. After a long silence, he said in a strong voice: "Jiang Li, come and play a job!"

Use imperative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

Jiang Li was still wandering, and he didn't react at first.

After tasting it carefully, the heart began to beat rapidly.

Afraid that he had heard it wrong, he quickly turned his head to look at Sheng Qianling.

Sheng Qianling still had that calm expression, as if he was not surprised by this result.

Jiang Li turned his head nervously, looked at Xu Weiguo's radiant face, and said, "Huh?"

The author says:

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