you and the champion are mine

There are still more than 100 kilometers from Xining Station to the base, and the team leader contacted the local bus driver in advance to pick them up.

Along the way, everyone listened to the driver chatting with Wang Nanfeng about the local food, drink and scenic spots in a non-standard mouthful.

Song Yang listened for a while, then fell asleep on Li Xun's shoulder.

The heating function of the bus was not very good, and there was almost no wind in the back seat. Li Xun took out a blanket from his bag and gently covered him.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the rickety bus finally arrived at the training ground. The assistant coach got up first and called out the sleeping athletes one by one.

The first thing that catches the eye is the brightly colored prayer flags, like small flags fluttering in the wind. Most of the bases are single-story buildings next to each other. They are built on the mountainside, and some are still halfway up the mountain. There is a sense of ups and downs.

The buildings in the distance are shimmering, like a firefly hidden in the deep mountains, reflecting the stars in the sky.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the surroundings are eerily quiet, and even the air smells like vegetation.Take a deep breath, straight to the lungs, no sleepiness at all.

Song Yang turned on the camera, adjusted the focus, first took a picture of the night, and then turned to Li Xun.

After sleeping for so long, everyone was a little lazy, but Li Xun's walking posture was still the same as usual, with his head raised slightly, straight as a pine.

For the first time, Song Yang was surprised to find that his facial features and skin color were not incompatible with Tibetans.

"Hey, this handsome guy." Song Yang yelled at him, but in the team, dozens of men including Wang Nanfeng turned their heads in unison without knowing it.

Song Yang just took a group photo like this.

Zooming in, it turns out that he is the tallest, wildest and most photogenic man.

He stared at Li Xun's Adam's apple for a while, and then wanted to hug, kiss and have sex again.

The coach assembled the team at the gate of the dormitory at the base, and explained several points to pay attention to during the training.

While listening, Li Xun moved to Song Yang's side and secretly hooked his little finger.

Song Yang held it with a smile, and squeezed it a few times in response.

"Considering that some team members just came here and are not feeling well, we will take a day off tomorrow. Everyone can move freely, but they can't go too far. Keep in touch with the team at any time. The most important point, everyone listen to me , in order to avoid high reaction, do not exercise strenuously for the first three days, I suggest that you do not take a bath or take a shower, just wipe your body and finish the work."

Everyone nodded in response, except for the two people holding hands in the corner, who looked at each other with a tacit evil smile on the corners of their mouths.

Finally, the accommodation allocation, double room.

Song Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the two, and Li Xun looked at each other tacitly.

It's a pity that Wang Nanfeng said: "Yu Shenwei and Li Xun are 012, Song Yang, you live with Zhang Qiao as 013."

"Okay." Song Yang took a key with a sullen face.

It wasn't his turn to be with Li Xun at the last stop. Looking back, they hadn't been in love for more than a month.

The most terrible thing is that since being tossed by Li Xun with various methods, I don't feel anything at all.

Wang Nanfeng looked at him: "Why are you so sullen? Are you dissatisfied with my arrangement?"

"No, it's pretty good." Song Yangyan shook his head insincerely.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, there is a small bedside table between the two wooden beds, there is no TV, and there is no WIFI.

Song Yang was surprised: "What do people here do for entertainment?"

Zhang Qiao shrugged: "I don't know, maybe we should let the sheep go."

Facing it is a long wall-mounted desk, and on the north side is a sliding French window.

The altitude here is more than 2000 meters, very close to the sky, the stars are bright and dense, and the continuous mountains are faintly visible.

Song Yang suddenly recalled that summer in the third year of high school, Li Xun and him were leaning on the slide in the garden of the community to watch the night scene.

At that time, he felt that there were so many stars in the sky that he couldn't count them all.

Li Xun said, I have seen more than this.

Now he finally saw the sky that Li Xun had seen, and also touched the dream that he thought was out of reach at the beginning.

After packing his luggage, Zhang Qiao lay down on the bed and let out a long breath: "I'm so exhausted, I'd rather practice archery than a day's driving, my back hurts."

Song Yang's bed was very close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, he didn't close the curtains completely, and left a half-width gap, waiting for the early morning sun.

He turned sideways and asked, "Have you been here before?"

"I've been here, I've been here seven or eight times." Zhang Qiao raised his arms and rested his head behind his head, "This is the place where selection and training must pass."

"So many times..."

Song Yang sighed with emotion, but accidentally poked Zhang Qiao's sore spot.

Zhang Qiao is the oldest in the team. He has rich experience in the national competition, but he has never made it to the international competition. The coach described him as a student who has excellent grades but failed the college entrance examination. He loses the chain at every critical moment.

Zhang Qiao participated in the selection for the World Championships for the first time at the age of 25, the golden peak period of athletes, but at that time he only finished fourth by one point and missed the World Championships.

Afterwards, he suffered from yellow heart disease, and it took a long time to adjust in his hometown before he regained the courage to return to the game.

However, during the second selection period, a cyst appeared on the right shoulder, which affected his condition, and he had to withdraw from the competition and go home for surgery and recuperate.

At the end of the third tryout, he lost, and his girlfriend who had been with him for five years ran away with someone else, the reason being that there was no hope.

This year is his fourth time participating in the World Championships selection, and it is also the last time. No matter what the result is, he will retire, because his health is too much, and his family is also looking forward to him getting married soon.

Song Yang opened his mouth slightly after hearing his experience, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Although they were rivals on the field, he didn't want to see the entire youth ruined by the athlete in front of him, and all his efforts go to waste.

He felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't find any words to comfort him, so he could only pray secretly that he would never face Zhang Qiao in the final.

He didn't want to lose, and he didn't want his own hands to destroy Zhang Qiao's last hope.

When he first entered the plateau, Song Yang could not adapt to the climate and environment here.

After one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Qiao was already in a deep sleep. He was not yet sleepy. He listened to the online class with one earphone plugged in, and suddenly heard a burst of vomiting in the other ear.

The sound insulation effect of the room here is very average, and the sound of the toilet flushing next door can be heard clearly.

The sound of vomiting seemed to come from the room on the left, followed by Li Xun's voice.

"Hurry up and take the medicine, lie down and rest for a while."

Song Yang estimated that Yu Shenwei must have altitude sickness, so he sent a message to Li Xun.

——Old Yu Gaofan?

It took about ten minutes for the message to come back.

—Well, woke you up?

—I didn't fall asleep at all.

——Why don't you rest?

——I can’t sleep, my mouth is very lonely, and I always want to eat something.

The words were ambiguous and explicit, Li Xun felt numb all over after reading it, and felt a surge of inspiration rushing to the sky. He wanted to lift Yu Shenwei from the bed and throw him to the next door, but the rationality of an adult suppressed this impulse.

——Don’t worry, get up early tomorrow, and I’ll take you to see the sunrise.

--OK!Good night baby!

Li Xun stared at this strange and awkward address for two seconds.

--so rude.

——You will still be my baby when you are a hundred years old.

Li Xun never thought that one day he would be defeated by the love words of the little brat, turned over, and fell asleep with his eyebrows bent.

He doesn't often dream, but this night he not only dreamed, but also dreamed of Song Yang rarely.

In the dream, the blue sky was as blue as cleansing, with a few floating clouds fixed above his head, and he was participating in a tournament held in Nancheng.

Song Yang was the audience closest to him. He was holding a cone and chewing on it. He looked seven or eight years old.

He stepped off the stage and walked over, picked Song Yang up, hugged him in his arms, and put his face close to him, implying that he wanted a kiss.

Song Yang's small mouth just finished licking the ice cream, which was printed on his face like this, it was soft, with a hint of coolness, and there was a delicious milky smell.

He was awakened by this dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a magnified face of Yu Shenwei. He was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack, and stretched his neck back: "What are you doing?"

Yu Shenwei was holding a glass bottle of yogurt in his hand and just drank half of it.

Li Xun immediately understood why the coolness and the smell of milk in the dream were so real, and raised his hand to wipe his face: "Scare me."

Yu Shenwei put another bottle of yogurt on the head of his bed, and smiled slyly: "Are you having that kind of yellow dream? Why are you laughing all the time, and you didn't even wake up."

Li Xun straightened up and glanced at him obliquely, "Are you dizzy anymore?"

"It's alright, I just ate too much last night to feel uncomfortable." Yu Shenwei squatted on the edge of his bed like a monkey, sucking yogurt, "You haven't answered me yet, did you dream of a woman?"

Li Xun ignored him and opened the curtains. The sky was not yet fully lit, but the contours of the landforms were already clear. The snow and ice on the mountains were still there, like cream dotted on coffee.

After washing up, he went to knock on the door of Song Yang's room. As soon as he lifted his finger, the door opened from the inside.

Song Yang grinned in surprise: "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Li Xun arranged today's itinerary before going to bed last night, "I'll take you to the mountain to watch the sunrise first, and then we'll go to the town to have breakfast. I had the firecracker noodles there before, and it tasted pretty good. Do you want to eat?"

Song Yang's eyes brightened: "Okay." He took off the small casual satchel on the hook, raised his hand to hang it around his neck, and patted it: "Do you want to put your mobile phone in my bag?"

"Can you put it down? It looks quite small."

"Okay, I'll just put the tissues in my pocket."

The phone screens collided and lit up, Song Yang looked up with a smile: "They seem to be kissing."

Li Xun urged: "Quickly close the zipper, they are going to sleep."

Song Yang's smile deepened.

They walked and chatted, and a head came out from the crack of the door: "Where are you going to play? Take me too."

Song Yang glanced at Yu Shenwei, showing a reluctant look: "Let's go have breakfast."

Yu Shenwei: "Then together, I treat you to eat!"

Song Yang: "No need, I have money."

This is obviously a rejection, but in life, you will always encounter strange things with abnormal brain circuits.

For example, Yu Shenwei.

Unaware that he was a light bulb, he quickly changed a pair of sneakers and followed: "Have you ever heard of dogs urinating? It is said that it is a specialty here, and you can't eat it outside. I want to try it, you guys Come with me."

Song Yang quickened his pace: "I don't want to eat that, the name sounds strange."

Yu Shenwei also speeded up: "It's okay, you can order something else, and then watch me eat, the main reason is that I have a bad sense of direction and I'm afraid of getting lost."

This man is like a mosquito in July, so annoying that he can't be killed or driven away.With 1000 million reluctances, Song Yang and Li Xun accompanied him to eat dog and piss.

Coincidentally, not long after, Zhang Qiao, Wang Nanfeng and two assistant coaches also came. They came to buy breakfast for the teammates.

So this date turned into a routine morning meeting, talking about training plans and injuries.

Wang Nanfeng told Zhang Qiao with concern: "Take it easy these few days, don't tense your nerves too much, lest the yellow heart disease will attack again."

Zhang Qiao nodded in response.

Yu Shenwei looked confused: "What is yellow heart disease?"

Song Yang used the entry from Baidu to explain: "It's just visual fatigue, and I can't aim at the target."

Wang Nanfeng picked up a chopsticks of noodles, remembered something, and turned to look at Li Xun: "And you too, as long as you can perform normally, you will be fine."

The word "also" made Song Yang alert.

When walking up the mountain after breakfast, he asked Li Xun, "Master, have you ever suffered from yellow heart disease?"

Li Xun was taken aback: "Well, it happened a long time ago."

Song Yang was stunned: "Then why have you never told me that!"

Li Xun still kept his usual calm: "It's not a big deal."

Yellow heart disease is very common in archery athletes. Because athletes aim at the yellow heart in the center of the target all the year round, they will experience visual fatigue and resist it subconsciously, resulting in deformed movements.

Although there is a word "disease", in the final analysis, there is a little psychological problem in the athletes.

Zhang Juanjuan, the most famous archery star in my country, also suffered from yellow heart disease. She recuperated for a long time and almost gave up halfway, because when this disease occurs, the range of yellow heart in the eyes of athletes may expand, move, and even change. into two yellow hearts.

"The difference is a thousand miles away", and most athletes suffering from this disease are forced to give up their sports career.

Song Yang remembered Li Xun's outrageous seven-ring arrow in the Asian Games, grabbed Li Xun's wrist, and asked, "So you got it four years ago, right?"

"Ah."

The Asian Games final was the first time Li Xun had an illness, and to this day he can still clearly remember what he saw at that time.

The yellow circle on the opposite side first expanded, then moved slowly, becoming two.

He closed his eyes and opened them, but the situation still didn't get any better. At that time, his head was like ringing a bell, he was confused and forgot everything.

The coach behind him reminded him that there were still eight seconds left in the countdown.

He was in a panic, so he could only raise the bow and draw the string, relying on the feel of his hand, and shot towards the circle on the right.

Song Yang knows very well that the more psychological the problem is, the more difficult it is to cure it, because there is no cure for it, and it will always erupt when the spirit is highly tense, and it is completely out of control.

He said worriedly: "Then has this happened to you since then?"

"It was still the same when I returned to China for training, so my grades plummeted. In addition, my dad and Chu Zhi needed my care, so I simply retired."

"So this is ah……"

They walked at the end of the line, Song Yang's hand slipped under Li Xun's clothes, hugged Li Xun's waist from one side, and said as he walked, "It's not easy for you to walk this way."

Li Xun smiled calmly: "Since I met you, everything is going in a good direction."

"Hey..." Song Yang scratched his waist, "Then why did you think of coming back? Are you sick?"

"Didn't you always regret not being able to watch my game?" Li Xun rubbed the back of his head, and sneaked a kiss on his forehead while no one was looking, "I don't want to be that regret in your heart."

A simple sentence, with Li Xun's usual solemnity, not to mention sweet words, but it makes people have endless aftertaste, Song Yang's heart turned into a ball of cotton, and he rubbed against his neck: "What should I do, I really want to kiss you."

Li Xun pressed Song Yang's earlobe, and lowered his voice: "Me too... After a while, there will be no one on the mountain, as long as the light bulbs don't follow, it will be fine."

"Then let's walk slowly so that he won't notice you." Song Yang suppressed a smirk, and pinched his waist hard: "Why are you not ticklish?"

Li Xun's voice was still soft: "If you lick it, I'll get itchy."

The heat rushed into his ears, Song Yang's mind was full of images, and his face flushed.

At this moment, Yu Shenwei found them who were lagging behind, and shouted: "Hey, did you just say you were going to climb a mountain?"

Song Yang: "..."

Should Murphy's Law be so accurate!

Yu Shenwei is a strange person, it's not enough to be a light bulb by himself, but he also pulls the whole team to be a light bulb. Of course, Yu Shenwei has his own reasons: "This mountain road is so difficult to walk, so what's the signal? What to do? Of course, the more people, the better!"

So this imaginary romantic date became a group mountaineering activity.

Song Yang's eyes shot up, and he even wanted to kill Yu Shenwei.

The team set off at seven o'clock in the morning and didn't return until the sun was setting. There was no chance of being alone at all, and I was half dead tired, let alone kissing.

On this day, the only thing to be thankful for was that the mountain road was rugged and steep, and Song Yang and Li Xun walked hand in hand.

On the way back to the base, the sky was getting dark, and a little bit of starlight appeared.

Song Yang finished drinking the water he bought on the mountain and was very thirsty. He saw a small shop on the side of the street and asked everyone if they wanted some water.

Wang Nanfeng asked everyone, and said, "Just buy your own, they won't drink it."

The front of this small shop is small, with a wooden door leaning against the wall, and there are only two shelves inside, with some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and daily necessities.

The boss is a middle-aged man, leaning behind the counter and smoking a cigarette, he seems to be very relieved of him, without even looking at him, he just buried himself in playing with his mobile phone.

Song Yang took a bottle of mineral water and went to checkout, looking through the lingering smoke, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the condom on the cashier counter.

Li Xun's teasing words to him early in the morning were still in his ears, his nerves tightened, and he glanced outside the house, where a group of elders were watching the passing sheep.

Song Yang pointed to the gloves and asked, "How much is this?"

The boss reported the price, and Song Yang, like a thief, turned his head to the outside again, quickly grabbed a box with one hand, and then asked in the tone of a drug dealer, "Is there any lubricant?"

The boss didn't understand: "What liquid?"

Facing the boss's innocent eyes, Song Yang couldn't help but sighed and said, "It's nothing, just take this."

Good things to buy, but how to speak is a problem.

In the middle of the night, Song Yang was lying on the bed, full of thoughts.

Could it be that he wants to ask, Master, do you want to be the one at the top or the one at the bottom?

Hmm...it doesn't seem to be impossible.

He imagined the scene in his mind, but he was still a little apprehensive, so he had to ask for help from the only pure gay around him.

Zhou Junlin sent a voice with laughter: "You are awesome, it's been two years, and you haven't slept yet?"

Song Yang's scalp was tense.

——Stop talking nonsense!You just have to teach me how to ask!

A few minutes later, Li Xun's cell phone rang.

He clicked on WeChat, and it was a screenshot sent by Song Yang.

On it is a little sheep drawn with a memo, with a line of crooked small characters on its head: I am a sheep and need a lot of nutrients, can you give it to me?

A handful of grass is drawn between the characters "I" and "What".

It took Li Xun half a minute to understand the meaning of this line of words. Unable to restrain the corners of his mouth from rising, he tapped lightly on the screen with his fingertips.

Song Yang was lying in the dark bed, full of anticipation to post the news.

——No grass, only carrots.