Love Guide for Childhood Sweethearts

"It seems that swimmers are all tall, and being tall has advantages." Lin Jingzhe looked at the reporter with clear eyes and said with a smile, his voice sweet and sticky.

"Is this the soft Wu dialect?" The reporter looked at her with sparkling eyes and said, "It's so sweet and coquettish."

"Uh..." Lin Jingzhe looked at the reporter at a loss, and smiled shyly, "I..."

"I think the more I talk, the more nervous you get," the reporter said sheepishly. "You're so different from what I imagined. The contrast is too great." Then she added, "I mean no harm."

"I see." Lin Jingzhe smiled kindly and said, "Let's get to the point!"

"Is this the question?" The reporter handed her the printed question.

Lin Jingzhe read through the entire article quickly and smiled, saying, "I have no problem with the first few questions." They were all about training and life. "What about the idol at the end?"

"Entertainment star." The reporter looked at her curiously and asked.

"Uh... I don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry." Lin Jingzhe looked at her with deep and unfathomable eyes and said, "I don't watch many movies and TV series."

"Whose songs do you like to listen to?" Lin Jingzhe stroked his forehead and said, "I don't have much time, so I only listen to the songs played in the cafeteria."

"What songs are played in your cafeteria?" the reporter asked curiously.

"I don't know! I don't care who sang it. I just left after listening." Lin Jingzhe looked at her with innocent peach blossom eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really not good at this." His black eyes flashed as he looked at her and asked, "Who asked these questions?"

"Dear audience, they want to know more about your private life." The reporter asked, staring at her with his dark eyes.

"My private life is very boring. Apart from training, it's all training. Every day I go back to the same place: dormitory, training venue, and cafeteria." Lin Jingzhe leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

"You are the same as those swimming team members who were interviewed." The reporter looked at her in surprise.

"We're roommates, so of course we eat, live, and train together." Lin Jingzhe said as he looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "Can you please not ask idols these questions? I really don't have any."

"Why don't you just mention a few popular idols?" the reporter said without thinking.

"Sorry, I can't deceive the audience in front of the TV." Lin Jingzhe blinked his big, wet and innocent eyes and looked at her.

"This needs to be discussed with the host." The reporter looked at her embarrassedly.

"Well, you can ask me what color I like and what I like to eat. These questions are personal enough, right?" Lin Jingzhe said, looking at her with a smile.

"Okay then! I'll discuss it with the host." The reporter reluctantly replied, "Excuse me." and left his seat.

Lin Jingzhe maintained his composure and looked at the very stylish coffee shop with a dull look.

After a while, the reporter came over, looked at her with a smile and said, "We've finished the communication. I'll listen to you."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you." Lin Jingzhe said embarrassedly.

"It's nothing?" the reporter said magnanimously.

"Is there anything else? I have something else to do." Lin Jingzhe said with a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Oh! That's all, that's all." The reporter smiled and shook his head. "Please come to the front desk on time at 2 pm. We still need to put on your makeup."

"As for clothing, I can just wear the team uniform!" Lin Jingzhe said, looking at her with his deep brown eyes.

"Okay, okay." The reporter nodded with a smile.

"If you have nothing else, we'll excuse ourselves." Lin Jingzhe stood up and looked at her.

"Take care." The reporter watched them leave.

After leaving the coffee shop, Lin Jingzhe's face darkened. "Don't they want to know what songs I like?"

"What songs do you like?" Zhu Youlin asked her curiously.

"Socialism is good." Lin Jingzhe said with a cold look in his eyes, "I dare say, do they dare to let it go?"

"Cough cough..." Zhu Youlin clenched her fist and coughed twice to remind her that she was angry.

"I'm sincere. If it weren't for this training mechanism, there wouldn't be so many gold medals." Lin Jingzhe looked at her with his deep, clear peach blossom eyes and said, "Only rich people can afford to have fun abroad, but who would be willing to let their own children suffer like this?"

"That's right. I don't even dare to let my parents come to watch your training." Zhu Youlin nodded in agreement.

"Coach Zhu has been abroad, so he should have some understanding of the relationship between coaches and athletes! Is it so harmonious?" Lin Jingzhe asked, looking directly at her with his deep eyes.

"Uh..." Zhu Youlin looked at her hesitantly and said, "Yes! But not many. Unless you're the one paying." Then she continued, "Some are even treated like bonded laborers in the old society. Even if they win the championship, they'll still be treated inhumanely. It's not as lenient as here, where they're even flattered and coaxed."

"Why do you say that?" Zhu Youlin asked curiously.

"I checked it online! Especially South Korea, the national team has so many scandals!" Lin Jingzhe curled his lips in disdain, "It's almost the same as in the US."

"What do you mean by 'almost the same as Americans'?" Zhu Youlin scratched her head. "That doesn't make sense!"

"They are of the same lineage." Lin Jingzhe said with a slightly cold look in his eyes, "The lackey and the old aesthetics."

"How can South Korea be called a country?" Zhu Youlin looked at her amusedly and said, "You're exaggerating a bit."

"The Americans have troops stationed in South Korea, but South Korea has no control over the military." Lin Jingzhe looked at her with his deep, unfathomable eyes and said, "Political power comes from the barrel of a gun." He continued, "And South Korea's chaebols, their major shareholders are all from Wall Street. They have no military power, no financial power, and no power to appoint personnel. Do you think they have it?"

"Uh..." Zhu Youlin was speechless. Being in the system, she understood all this very well.

"Don't dwell on this!" Zhu Youlin said, ruffling her tangled, semi-long hair. "Honestly, I see people in South Korea living well. I don't feel anything."

"The Japanese women were raped, ravaged, and tortured to death by American soldiers, and the Japanese didn't even dare to fart." Lin Jingzhe raised an eyebrow and looked at her and said, "Didn't they say at the last World Championships that there was a difference between our people and the Japanese?"

"I remember now." Zhu Youlin looked at her with sudden enlightenment and said, "We were so arrogant that they didn't even dare to look us soldiers in the eye." She smiled and said, "My grandfather beat his grandfather."

"Yes! Let's continue on the field today." Lin Jingzhe looked at her with his dark and lively pupils and said excitedly.

"This child!" Zhu Youlin looked at her lovingly and smiled, "Indeed!" It was an irrefutable fact.

"I'm not angry anymore." Zhu Youlin asked with concern as she looked at her smiling face again.