Jane Sanshao's love story

"Have you arrived yet?" Yuan Chengyi's exasperated voice came from the phone.

"I'm here." Jian Qiubai said while running.

Yuan Chengyi said impatiently: "When you arrive, you can practice juggling for a while."

Jian Qiubai asked in confusion: "Aren't you here yet?"

"I still have some work to do here." Yuan Chengyi snorted a little on the other end of the phone: "Do you think I get off work on time like your doctors?"

Jian Qiubai hummed and said: "Then you are busy first, don't worry, I will warm up first."

Yuan Chengyi said hello and hung up the phone.

Jian Qiubai quickly ran to the football field. He originally thought that there would be many people going out to exercise at night, but after arriving, he found that the football field was so empty that there was not even a single person.

In fact, the area where Yuan Chengyi lives is originally a wealthy area, and few people can afford villas in this area, so there are not many people living there. In addition, the rich have a rich night life and go to bars and restaurants more often. Who has the leisure to go to the football field to catch the cold.

Jian Qiubai ran all the way over, sweating a lot, because he knew he needed to exercise, so he prepared a football jersey and warm water in his bag when he came.

Jian Qiubai took off the heavy cotton clothes and put on the football sportswear issued by the hospital, then picked up the football she carried with her and began to practice juggling the ball honestly.

He's a sports idiot.

It can be said that there is no sense of balance in sports idiots.

Just like a bicycle, most people can learn it in three days, but it took him a full month to learn to ride a bicycle, and he wobbled countless somersaults before he learned to ride. So his physical education teacher once pointed to his head and said, With your athletic ability, you don’t need to learn any sports in the future, just run your steps honestly.

I can't even learn to ride a bicycle, let alone jumping a ball.

Dancing requires the balance between the legs and the ability to control the center of gravity.

Jian Qiubai tried several times in a row, but none of them managed to jump twice in a row.

He remembered that he had passed the ball juggling test in junior high school, and asked to do it eight times at a time. He practiced for a week, and he did it twice. Li is the well-known young master of the Jian family, so the physical education teacher got angry and didn't let him fail.

Football seems to be against him by nature, as soon as he kicks it, he will run away for a long distance, and he will not stay on his feet at all.

It's just that Jian Qiubai was a little discouraged after practicing for more than ten minutes, but after thinking about it, his current physical education teacher is not the old man with the face of the boss before, but Yuan Chengyi!He could never admit defeat in front of Yuan Chengyi, so he couldn't give up.

Looking at the football that was thrown far away, Jian Qiubai sighed, gritted his teeth and ran over to pick it up, continuing to practice persistently.

Yuan Chengyi leaned against the railing, staring blankly at the man who failed time and time again but persisted in continuing under the dim light.

The wind at night is very cool, maybe this picture is too peaceful, or maybe the moonlight is too beautiful.

In short, memories are like birds out of the cage, chirping in my heart, restless.

He seemed to have seen again a few years ago, that handsome young man who was sweating profusely practicing juggling the ball under the big tree, and yelled at him angrily, "Can't you come and help me?"

Time didn't seem to change Jian Qiubai much, except for the occasional timidity in front of him, the only thing that changed was that time made his handsome brows and eyes more resolute.

For the most part, though, he's still the boy in the jersey who shines in the lights.

Youthful, handsome, sometimes revealing loneliness and melancholy that people can't understand, but part of the time he looks up and smiles at you warmly.

"Yuan Chengyi." Jian Qiubai spotted him, smiled and waved to him: "I'm here."

The man threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to his feet and crushed it, wondering, how could a person's smile be so warm and harmless?

Like a gentle deer, no matter how much you hate him, you are reluctant to strangle him to death.

Holding the ball, Jian Qiubai trotted closer to him.

"Why aren't you wearing a padded jacket?" Yuan Chengyi looked at him dissatisfied.

"It's okay, it's not cold." Jian Qiubai pointed to his forehead and said, "Look, I'm sweating."

Yuan Chengyi hummed and said, "How's the training going?"

Jian Qiubai lowered her eyes guiltily, and hummed, "It's not bad, I've made some progress."

Yuan Chengyi sneered: "What do you mean a little progress? Be specific."

"It's just... It's just that I couldn't turn any of them upside down, but I was able to turn one up just now."

"Jian Qiubai." Yuan Chengyi poked his head fiercely and said, "You know? Even a cripple can do a bump. For you, it's a big improvement?"

"Oh." Jian Qiubai stepped back and said, "You know, I have poor balance. You knew it when I was in junior high school."

Yuan Chengyi scoffed coldly: "Don't make excuses for your incompetence."

"Okay, okay, I can't do it."

Yuan Chengyi took the ball in his hand, flipped it up and down twice as a demonstration, and then pointed to his calf and said, "The calf should be straight and have a certain angle with your thigh, and the foot should be turned up properly. That way the ball just goes flying."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Chengyi kicked the football to him again and said, "Try it yourself."

Jian Qiubai braced himself, lifted the ball up, and bumped it again, but just like before, the ball flew out at a random angle, out of his control at all.

"I told you, the calf is straight."

"I'm tense."

"Will the ball fly if you straighten it?"

"It's out of my control."

Yuan Chengyi frowned, squatted down, patted his calf and said, "You are meat, not wood, so why the hell can't you relax me a bit."

"How to relax."

"Take a long breath."

Jian Qiubai breathed out as he said, and his mood eased a little.