you and the champion are mine

Early the next morning, Song Yang was woken up by the bracelet on his wrist. He habitually touched the cell phone next to his pillow and found that it had turned off automatically.

He didn't remember when he fell asleep last night, but he vaguely remembered that Li Xun said he was going to go to the bathroom, and then he was so sleepy that he didn't wait for Li Xun to come back.

He continued to power on his phone, and immediately opened WeChat, and there was a little red dot.

It was a sentence from Li Xun - are you awake?

Song Yang suddenly laughed.

As we all know, this kind of meaningless interrogative sentence can be translated as - I miss you.

Unexpectedly, Li Xun was more impatient than him. He probably didn't sleep well all night.

Before Song Yang could return, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He asked as he walked.

Wu Jianian: "Me."

Song Yang rubbed his staring eyes and opened the door: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just get up." Wu Jianian stood at the door, did not enter the door, and muttered in a low voice, "Brother Xun called me early in the morning and said that your phone is out of battery and the alarm clock can't go off, so let me wake you up...inexplicable , how does he know that your phone is out of battery?"

It turned out to be the case.

Song Yang was surprised and guilty: "I don't know, I guess, I guess I didn't get through on the phone."

Wu Jianian smiled and imitated him with a weird voice: "Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu, I guess I didn't get through..." He leaned forward a little bit, squinting his eyes: "There must be something wrong with you two."

Song Yang hoped that there was something wrong, but unfortunately his relationship with Li Xun was more innocent than the vegetable and tofu soup in the cafeteria.

The training tasks at the base were much more arduous than those at school, and except for lunch breaks and after ten o'clock in the evening, they hardly had time to tune in to the channel.

Li Xun's Beijing team has only one day off a week, and there are strict rules in the team that professional athletes are not allowed to go out without permission.

Ever since, until Song Yang's school report, the wish of traveling with Li Xun in the memo was not fulfilled, let alone the vowed "next time" at the airport.

He couldn't even touch Li Xun's shadow.

Autumn is the peak time for sports games held in various provinces and cities. Li Xun has just returned to the team, and he has to play games to find his hand, and also has to score points in the world rankings.

I was in Chengdu in the first half of September, flew to Hong Kong in the second half of September, and went to Berlin, Germany to participate in the World Championship in October.

They also chat less and less frequently on WeChat, sometimes saying good night to each other is gone.

But as a colleague and future husband, Song Yang still understands and considers Li Xun.

He knew how busy he was during the competition and how tired he was from training, so he rarely sent messages to disturb Li Xun, and he didn't want Li Xun to be distracted by anything.

He also gradually changed his mind about love.If you want a daughter-in-law, you can't always wait for someone to come down from a high place. He has to learn to swim against the current.

In mid-November, it is winter in various places, the temperature plummets and the wind is biting.

On the rest day, the students are all nestled in the dormitory and do not want to go out, only the training hall is still noisy.

Everyone sat around to discuss the indoor archery open competition to be held next week.

The team leader opened the data book in his hand: "I checked the past few days. There were 17 countries participating in the indoor competition last year, and nearly 500 players participated. This year, it was held in Macau. The temperature is just right. The athletes I want to participate in It will only be more or less..."

Although it is a world championship, there is still a certain gap between this world championship and the World Championships, the World Cup, and the Olympics. Most of them are newcomers with experience in national competitions to test the waters, and few veterans participate.

Coach Liu said: "The dark horse that came out last year was South Korean teenager An Zhiyu, who killed Austin, the champion of the IWS series."

Song Yang whispered "Wow".

Austin is the American athlete who beat Li Xun on the World Cup circuit a few years ago.

If he remembers correctly, Austin will be 26 and [-] years old this year. He must have rich experience in competitions, but he is actually compared to a young adult...

It cannot be denied that South Korea still has absolute dominance in archery, just like our country's table tennis.

Song Yang vaguely remembered that Li Xun said in class that almost all Korean athletes started learning archery in elementary school. On this point alone, our country's athletes are already far behind.

Coach Liu said: "There was originally a Youth Olympic Games this year, but An Zhiyu is too old to make it. I guess he will come again."

Song Yang pushed the pen cap with his fingertips, then pushed it back, his brows were furrowed.

Wu Jianian walked over and whispered, "You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself for the first time in the competition, just let it go, it's not for ranking anyway."

Song Yang: "Why not rush for ranking?"

Wu Jianian opened his mouth halfway, facing Song Yang's sharp, high-spirited eyebrows, the word "experience" rolled around on the tip of his tongue, and fell back again.

"Anyway, just don't get too nervous."

"Ah."

The Hong Kong and Macau permits were processed a month ago, and the team set off on the third day after the meeting.

In this competition, only Yu Shenwei and Song Yang from T University participated together under the name of the Nancheng Provincial Team. Wu Jianian made a mistake in the trials and was a substitute.

Due to financial constraints, the team leader booked a special flight.

The original time was to take off at [-] p.m. and arrive at Macau Airport at [-] p.m., but the flight was delayed due to the weather. Everyone was fidgeting in the waiting hall for fear of missing tomorrow's game.

Yu Shenwei complained: "Why don't you book a room for one more day?"

What else could it be.

Poor.

The competition committee only reimburses the board and lodging expenses during the competition, and the excess is self-care. For some people, staying in Macau for one more night is enough to buy a few sets of better equipment.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the announcement of the flight's departure finally sounded on the radio, and everyone finally stopped complaining and boarded the plane one by one.

However, when he got on the plane, Song Yang knew what it meant to be really on pins and needles.

The cabin of the special flight is small, the seats are close together, and the backrest cannot be adjusted. Song Yang has long legs, and his knees are directly pressed against the backrest of the front seat.

The most frightening thing is that the angle of the seat is almost ninety degrees, and a short man can lie on the small table and squint for a while, but for a man of his size, if he wants to sleep, he can only sit dryly like a mummy. I can't relax at all, it's more tiring than taking the high-speed rail.

On the way, the plane encountered a strong air current, and such a colossus seemed insignificant in the dark world. The two wings shook like fluttering butterflies. Another upward surge, and every second is suffering.

Not long after, the sound of vomiting and the cry of a child came from behind him. He leaned on the back of the chair, gritted his teeth and held back, but when the plane turned and tilted, he finally couldn't hold it back and tore open the garbage bag and vomited wildly.

The coach sitting at the back heard the movement, stretched his neck and squeezed into the gap of the seat and asked, "Are you all right, do you want some paper?"

Song Yang responded, but when he stretched out his hand to take it, another gust of sour water surged up. This time, he even vomited out the half-digested dinner.

The passenger sitting next to him helped with tissues.

He raised his head miserably, his face was pale, and his arms were shaking.

Hearing the notification sound of preparation to land on the radio, he felt lucky to survive the catastrophe.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when we got off the plane, and everyone chartered a car to go to the hotel.

The winter in Macau is warm like the spring in Nancheng, and the night sky is dotted with a few stars.

Song Yang slumped on the half-open car window to blow the wind. The discomfort in his stomach had subsided, but he vomited and collapsed on the plane, and he couldn't recover for a while.

He casually took a photo of the street view and sent it to the person at the top of WeChat, and poured out all the depression that he had nowhere to confide in along the way.

【Song Yang: I almost vomited the overnight meal. 】

[Li Xun: Touch your hair. 】

[Song Yang: At that time the plane was shaking so badly, I thought I was going to explain it here. 】

[Li Xun: The disaster will last for thousands of years. 】

[Song Yang: If I really die, will you feel bad? 】

[Li Xun: What do you think?If you have a fever, I will feel uncomfortable too. 】

Song Yang smirked.

[Song Yang: What's so uncomfortable?will you cry 】

He had never seen Li Xun cry for any reason, and it was hard to imagine.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

[Li Xun: It's like losing a family member. 】

Song Yang's nose twitched.

The inside of the car was pitch black, only the screen emitted light, illuminating his pair of bright pupils.

【Song Yang: What are you doing now? 】

[Li Xun: I just took a shower and am going to bed. 】

【Song Yang: Alright, then go to bed early.hug.gif]

【Li Xun: Hug.gif】

It was late at night when the car arrived at the B&B, and everyone was starving, so they left their luggage and went out to look for food.

The place they decided was a bit out of the way. After walking half a kilometer, there were still rows of residential buildings around, and only a small convenience supermarket was lit. Moreover, the business in this place probably wasn’t very good. A thin layer of dust has accumulated, and things are not well prepared.

Song Yang picked out some yogurt, juice and instant noodles with fresh dates, and turned around to find that Wu Jianian was still playing with his mobile phone.

"Why don't you choose, are you still chatting with your girlfriend?" He asked.

Before he had time to see the person he was chatting with, Wu Jianian had already locked the screen.

Song Yang murmured softly.

The price of goods in Macau is a bit high for the student party, so everyone just bought a little fast food to satisfy their hunger and went back.

Song Yang and Wu Jianian lived in the same room, and there was a one-meter-wide aisle between the two narrow beds, which was exactly the same as at home.

He couldn't help but miss Li Xun again, the time he ran with Li Xun in the morning; the supper that Li Xun cooked for him; the good smell on Li Xun.

He counted his days, as of today, he and Li Xun have not seen each other for 115 days.

If things go on like this, they will be the next pair of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

He sighed, opened a can of instant noodles, and took a shower while the hot water was boiling.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found that Wu Jianian was gone.

He thought that Wu Jianian had gone to the bathroom in another room, so he didn't think too much about it, so he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the instant noodles to boil.

About half a minute, there was a knock on the door, a slow but strong rhythm.

"Here we come..." He slowly moved his slippers towards the door, and the moment the door opened, his pupils dilated.

A familiar body scent came over his face, and he threw himself into the opponent's arms in ecstasy, so surprised that he spoke with a little cry: "Why are you here! Don't tell me when you come."

When Li Xun heard that Song Yang was coming here a week ago, he already had plans. He booked a flight on the same day as Song Yang and the others. He rushed here with a wrinkled shirt and disheveled hair.

He gently kissed Song Yang's frizzy hair, and said with a smile, "I want to give you a surprise."