Raiders My Abstinence White Moonlight Coach

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The author has something to say: we are finally going to meet TAT~

☆, kiss

Tang Yi felt that he might have the tendency of masochism, so he took himself to the Montmartre Heights without listening to his feet.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young painter put away his painting tools and prepared to go home, the jazz music with the flavor of the age came from the tavern, and the lovers walked hand in hand in the alleys, even the time seemed to slow down.

Tang Yi couldn't remember who drew the portraits for them last year, but he still remembered Song Yuran's reluctance and the surprise in his eyes when he finally got the painting.

The street has not changed, and the trees have turned from withered yellow to tender green. It should be a vibrant spring, but in Tang Yi's eyes, it is not as bright as turmeric under the bleak autumn wind.

All the sweetness left here last year has now become a sharp blade.

Tang Yi can already find the Chinese "I love you" on the "Love Wall" at a glance.

The embarrassment of being surrounded by fans, the steps of running away together and holding hands together, Tang Yi let herself recall clearly like masochistic.

The heart is sweet and painful.

When night fell, Tang Yi couldn't help but went to the Eiffel Tower, which was a promise that Song Yuran failed to fulfill.

The illuminated iron tower looked more delicate, casting sparkling reflections on the Seine, and Tang Yi stopped by the river.

The old couple walking on the other side of the river, with the breeze blowing through their white hair, the years are quiet and beautiful.Tang Yi involuntarily looked at the other side a few more times, so, across the not-so-wide Seine River, he met his gaze.

Tang Yi's heartbeat stopped, is it him?He didn't dare to confirm, and the person opposite also hesitated for a second.

Then, Tang Yi raised his footsteps and walked quickly towards the bridge in front of him.

Song Yuran also walked over there.

Unanimously, their steps became faster and faster, almost running.

The two were even reluctant to look away, carefully avoiding the pedestrians in front of them, looking at each other across the river, and finally ran onto the bridge.

Tang Yi felt that his heart was about to jump out, and the moment he saw him, all doubts and sorrows disappeared.

Song Yuran heaved a sigh of relief, finally found him, Missing broke the embankment when he saw his face clearly, he was close at hand, but stopped involuntarily.

Hair tousled by the wind, pleated windbreaker that had not been changed just after getting off the plane, anxious eyes mixed with the joy of lost and found.

Tang Yi looked at Song Yuran on the opposite side, his heart was so excited that he was dying.

Suddenly, a crazy car sprang out from the side, and it was about to hit Tang Yi impartially.

The movement was faster than the brain, Song Yuran rushed towards Tang Yi, took him into his arms, turned around, and the car passed behind him.

Song Yuran felt that he was going to die of fright, his heart was beating violently, he looked at the boy in his arms in shock, only to find that he was not frightened at all, just looking straight at himself, his pupils were like Seine's eyes filled with the light of the Eiffel Tower in Paris river.

Arms wrapped around his neck, hot air rushed towards his face, a pair of dry lips covered his face, still panting slightly.

The numb feeling crawled along Song Yuran's lips all the way to the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around his thin waist tightly, pressing his body tightly together.

With a pain on his lips, Tang Yi bit him lightly, but hugged him even tighter.His face was suddenly wet, and Song Yuran heard a low choke.

It was he who cried.

Song Yuran's heart was severely pinched, and he could no longer say "no" to him; his heart fell completely, even if there was an abyss ahead, he was willing to jump for him.

Song Yuran lightly licked his dry lips, tasted a bit of bitterness, and carefully kissed his lower lip, calming Tang Yi's mood.

The early summer wind engulfs the water vapor of the Seine, making the surroundings humid.

Unlike Heloise and Alberta, Tang Yi was lucky enough to find his teacher on the banks of the Seine.

"Brother Yuran..." He lay on his shoulder and refused to leave.

"Um...I'm..."

"Brother Yuran..."

"Yes..."

"Brother Yuran, brother Yuran, brother Yuran!"

"I am here..."

Tang Yi finally felt at ease, it was true.

"I'm sorry...Tang Yi..." Song Yuran said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Song Yuran sighed deeply, "I like you too."

"!!!"

"I like you!" Song Yuran repeated next to his ear, and then kissed his earlobe.

Tang Yi blushed instantly. He who was not shy at all when he took the initiative to kiss just now has turned into a boiled shrimp under Song Yuran's confession.

Song Yuran thought he was still angry, so he had no choice but to speak again: "Tang Yi, I like..."

"Okay!" Tang Yi buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I see..." His heart was already full of joy.

The two took a taxi back to the villa, and Tang Yi called Frank back. Frank sighed thankfully, and Tang Yi laughed so hard that he couldn't stop laughing until Song Yuran embraced him.

After entering the house, Tang Yi was still vainly stepping on the clouds, not noticing that his brother hadn't come home yet.When he was taking a shower, he was still a little confused, so he casually took a short sleeve on the bed and went downstairs.

Song Yuran had already showered and changed, and was busy in the kitchen.

"Brother Yuran!" At this moment, Tang Yi flew to the kitchen like his noisy Rainy.

"Huh?" Song Yuran just put the steak into the pot.

Tang Yi couldn't wait to cut open the baked potato, squeezed cream cheese on it, and took a big bite.

"What are you doing!" Song Yuran pretended to be angry and looked back at him.

Tang Yi conveniently wiped a little cheese sauce from his fingertips on the back of Song Yuran's hand, laughing loudly.

Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, and his eyes stopped on his clothes.

Tang Yi was a little strange and looked down.

"!"

He was wearing the same clothes that he changed into at the hotel when he rushed to stop Song Yuran from retiring on a rainy night in New York last year.Tang Yi kept it in his collection all the time, and couldn't help but take it out to wear it until this French Open, as if Song Yuran was still by his side.

Song Yuran smiled from the corner of his eyes, leaned over and put his arms around his waist: "So you miss me so much! Little greedy cat!" The other hand wiped off a bit of dipping sauce from his lips.

"No!" Tang Yi's ears turned red, he wanted to push Song Yuran away, but Song Yuran grabbed his hand again.

"Lie!" Song Yuran spread out his fingers, "Let me see which finger did the bad thing just now?" He lowered his head slightly, rolled his tongue lightly, and licked the sauce off his fingers.

Tang Yi's neck was red, and he stayed there without daring to move.

The cute expression made Song Yuran couldn't help lowering his head and kissing his lips, licking the kiss gently, and savoring Tang Yi's lips carefully.

Song Yuran picked him up and put him on the cooking table, and asked in a low voice, "Do you wear my clothes every night when you sleep?"

The deep voice was soul-stirring, and Tang Yi's spine became hot. He hugged Song Yuran's neck with a sticky and wronged voice: "Um... miss you..."

Song Yuran's heart was completely ignited by his two words. He stretched out his hand to caress his back, and the tip of his tongue pried open his teeth and swept over the sensitive palate and teeth roots. answered him.

Receiving the response, Song Yuran separated his legs with both hands, and hugged him even tighter. He could feel the other's body temperature through the two thin layers of clothes, which was gradually rising.

Suddenly a faint burning smell wafted out, Song Yuran's heart shuddered, it's over.

Somewhat angry Song Yuran threw the charred steak into the trash can angrily.

Tang Yi was kissed so badly that it took him a long time to catch his breath. Some changes in his body made him too ashamed to look up, so he hurriedly jumped under the cooking table, but he didn't expect that his legs were already weak, and he looked like he was falling fall.

Song Yuran quickly supported him.

"Thank you, Brother Yuran..." He blushed and said.

At this moment, the door rang, and it was Tang Hui who had returned.

Tang Yi was so frightened that he pushed Song Yuran away and walked out, and quickly ran upstairs with his head sullen.

Tang Hui, who was changing shoes at the entrance, looked over, "Matteo?"

Tang Yi ignored him, Song Yuran was coming out of the kitchen, "Tang Hui!"

Tang Hui walked in, overjoyed, "Coach Song!" He walked over, "I heard from Yang Yang that you will be back soon, but I didn't expect it to be so early! It's great!" He gave him a big hug.

Song Yuran didn't expect Tang Hui's reaction to be so big, he smiled: "Well, I'm back."

"It's really great! It's great!" Tang Hui looked at him and sighed over and over again, looking like he couldn't explain it in words.

Song Yuran was a little puzzled.

Tang Hui sighed again and shook his head: "You don't know, since you left, Matteo has a sad face every day, sometimes he will lock himself in the room alone, sometimes he will go to the stadium to practice like crazy, and finally The scary time is when he is pestering me..." Tang Hui's eyes were full of unbearable memories.

Although he said it in a humorous tone, Song Yuran's heart still hurt for a moment.

"But it's good that you're back!" Tang Hui glanced upstairs again, remembering Tang Yi's appearance just now, and asked strangely, "What happened to him just now?"

Song Yuran coughed unnaturally: "It's okay, I'm just hungry..."

"Hungry?" Tang Hui glanced at his watch, "Have you had dinner so late?"

"No, I'm doing it right now," Song Yuran quickly changed the subject, "Shall we have something together?"

Tang Hui waved his hand, "No, no, I just ate with Yang Yang!" He stretched his arms, "I'm going to exercise and I'm going to sleep." After saying that, he went upstairs.

Song Yuran suddenly felt a headache looking at his back, what should he tell Tang Hui?

After the steak was re-fried, the two of them calmed down and ate in silence across the entire table.

The pendulum swings back and forth rhythmically, making people feel the passage of time.

After the meal, Tang Yi took the initiative to contract to clean up and wash the dishes.

Song Yuran was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Tang Yi was reluctant to go upstairs and go back to his room. After thinking about it, he made a pot of tea and brought it over, "Brother Yuran..." He didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Thank you!" Song Yuran stared at him intently.

Tang Yi didn't dare to sit too close to him, and leaned on the other side of the sofa to play games, with three pillows between them.

At eleven o'clock, Song Yuran turned off the TV, and the two tacitly packed up and went upstairs to sleep.

The guest room was ready for Robert, and the two walked to the door, said good night, and Song Yuran turned to leave.

"Brother Yuran!"

"Huh?" Song Yuran turned around.

Tang Yi suddenly stepped forward to steal a kiss, and when he was done, he stuck out his tongue and licked Song Yuran's lips.Then he walked into the room like lightning, and was about to close the door, but was supported by Song Yuran with one hand, and squeezed in.

☆、Tangtang

Tang Yi ran away with a smirk, Song Yuran chased after him and grabbed his arm, Tang Yi was fleeing to the bedside, he grabbed his forearm and pulled him back, turned around and pushed Song Yuran down on the bed, bullying himself On the other hand, he wrapped his forearm around his neck and looked at him proudly: "What? Let's fight?"

Song Yuran smiled, pinned Tang Yi's calf with his leg unexpectedly, pushed his forearm away, turned over and pressed him under him again, holding down his restless hand.

"Still fighting?" Song Yuran bowed his head and kissed him.

Tang Yi laughed so badly that she begged for mercy repeatedly: "Stop beating, stop beating!"

"Then do you want to terminate the contract with me?" Song Yuran continued to ask.

Tang Yi withdrew his smile and looked directly at him: "Then can I sign a long-term contract with you again?"

Song Yuran asked him, "How long?"

Tang Yi's eyes flickered: "Forever!"

Song Yuran stared at his almost transparent honey pupils under the light, and the sound of his heartbeat was deafening.

Tang Yi also calmed down, Song Yuran's starry eyes were so deep that he almost sucked him in, and his face gradually became hot.

After two months of separation, they realized that they could not do without each other.

Sunshine and warmth, Tang Yi in life attracts him; talent and diligence, Tang Yi on the court also attracts him; most importantly, Tang Yi is very sweet.

"Tangtang..." Song Yuran could not help but whisper.

Tang Yi's heart skipped a beat, staring into his affectionate eyes and forgot to breathe.

Song Yuran's star was so close to him that he could pick it up with his hand.

The temperature in the bedroom suddenly rose.

"Tangtang..." Song Yuran called out again, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Tang Yi closed his eyes nervously, but Song Yuran sighed and let go of his hand.

"Brother Yuran?" Tang Yi opened his eyes.

Song Yuran propped up his arms, and said softly, "Go to rest early!" After saying that, he turned over and sat up.

Tang Yi also sat up, "Brother Yuran..." Before he could react, Song Yuran leaned close to his ear and said something.

Tang Yi's ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

"Good night then."

"OK, good night..."

Tang Yi lowered his head and dared to take another peek when he heard his footsteps.

Song Yuran went back to his room and took a cold shower. Tang Yi's cute appearance was simply too difficult to calm down.

In the final of the French Open, Tang Hui played against Andre Lopez.

Song Yuran, who hadn't seen him for a long time, reappeared in the player's box, sitting next to Tang Yi.

Live footage was frequently shown to him in his spare time.

Tang Yi was a little nervous, and kept a distance from Song Yuran at all times.

The five-set match between the world's No. [-] and No. [-] clay court, the fans were enthusiastic.

The game has been going on for nearly four hours, and both of them are sweating profusely.

Tang Yuelan nervously grabbed the railing in front of her, while Tang Hui's coach folded her arms and said nothing.

"Do you think my brother can win?" Tang Yi finally couldn't help but whispered to Song Yuran, because Tang Hui was only one French Open away from the four Grand Slams.

Song Yuran was noncommittal. Now both of them had decreased physical strength, but Tang Hui was more obvious. The clay court was still more beneficial to the Spaniard.

Tang Hui once again won the applause of the audience with a straight through ball, and the first break point of the final set appeared.

Tang Yi's heart also rose to his throat.

Andre was not affected at all, and the power of the topspin serve remained undiminished.

Tang Hui cautiously returned to a straight line.

Andre returns the ball to the baseline, opening the angle.

Another contest of physical strength and patience.

The bouncing and spinning of the tennis ball on the clay is slowed down, and even the time seems to be stretched.

Tang Hui went online, volleying in front of the net!

Andre broke out with amazing judgment and returned the ball accurately, which landed on the sideline.

Share equally.

Tang Hui took a few deep breaths to adjust his breathing.

Andre served again and made a mistake.

Tang Hui narrowed his eyes.

Tang Yuelan whispered: "Break...break..."

The Spaniard's second serve obviously slowed down, and Tang Hui went straight back to his backhand position.

Andre ran up and returned the ball diagonally.

Tang Hui pushed another straight line with a shallower landing point. Andre made a big swipe and stepped forward to return the ball. Tang Hui picked up a high ball and hit the bottom line.

Tang Hui got another break point, and Tang Yuelan frowned.

Fans are nervous again.

Finally, Tang Hui seized this opportunity and broke serve.

The whistle and cheers in the auditorium rang out.

After serving to win the game, Tang Hui took it down in one go, and finally got the long-awaited first-hand cup!Tang Hui wept with joy, knelt on the ground, covered his face and remained calm for half a minute.

Tang Yuelan hugged Tang Yi excitedly and kissed her fiercely: "Your brother is too aggressive!"

His blond hair was already wet into strands, his blue eyes were full of joy, Tang Hui kissed the trophy, coupled with the bright yellow shirt, his whole body was shining.

Yang Yang couldn't help but took out his phone and left this photo.

Tang Yi looked at his brother holding the cup, then turned his head to look at Song Yuran, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

At the celebration party in the garden of the villa, Tang Hui got a little drunk, and complacently dragged Yang Yang to ask him if he was handsome. Yang Yang was annoyed by the question, and rolled his eyes: "Shuai Shuai!"

But Tang Hui seemed to have received great affirmation, he put his arms around Yang Yang's neck and gnawed on Yang Yang's face.

Yang Yang's hair stood on end in an instant, "Scroll!" He wiped the drool on his face in disgust.

Tang Hui laughed out loud.

"What's the matter?" Tang Yuelan walked over from nowhere.

Yang Yang was taken aback, "It's okay, but Tang Hui is a little drunk, what's the matter, auntie?"

"Oh..." Tang Yuelan had no doubts about him, and continued, "It's too late today, Yangyang, you should live here too!"

Yang Yang hesitated: "This...isn't it convenient?"

Tang Yuelan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay! Robert has already cleaned up the room, it's next to Yuran." She looked at Tang Hui and shook her head, "Let Xiaoyi take you there later!"

Tang Hui interrupted suddenly: "Don't call Matteo, I'll take him up!" After speaking, he pulled Yang Yang and walked into the house.

"Hey!" Yang Yang felt helpless, but he was not as strong as him, so he had to follow him.

Tang Yi and Song Yuran had already returned to the living room, snuggled up on the sofa and playing games. When they heard the door ring, Tang Yi quickly moved to the other side of the sofa.

Song Yuran laughed, and before he could speak, he saw Tang Hui dragging Yang Yang up the stairs.

Tang Yi saw that his brother was a little drunk, so he thought for a while and lifted his heels up.

Tang Hui led Yang Yang to the door of the room, "Here, this one."

"Uh..." Tang Yi covered his face, this was his brother's own room.

"Hey!" He hurried forward, "Wait, Brother Yang Yang! This is my brother's bedroom!" He smiled shyly, and pointed to the room diagonally opposite, "There!"

"Oh good!" Yang Yang turned his head and glanced speechlessly.

Tang Yi stole a glance at his brother, and Tang Hui glared at him.

Tang Yi stuck out her tongue and ran downstairs.

Yang Yang turned to look at Tang Hui, why is he so drunk?

Tang Hui sighed in his heart, the plan failed, and was about to go back to the house by himself, but Yang Yang opened the door for him, supported him with one hand, and cursed: "You are so blind!"

Tang Hui's heart moved and he continued to pretend.

Yang Yang helped him sit on the bed, "Wait a minute, I'll find someone to sober up, don't take a bath yet!"

"En." Tang Hui responded with widened eyes.

He was chuckling to himself when he heard Tang Yi's voice again: "Brother Yang Yang, go and rest first! I brought yogurt for my brother!"

"???" Tang Hui rolled his eyes in his heart, you bastard!

"Oh...that's good!" Yang Yang nodded, and then gave Tang Hui a worried look before leaving.

Tang Yi watched him go downstairs, closed the door, and finally burst into laughter, "Hahahahahaha!"

Tang Hui sobered up in an instant, rushing forward to beat him up.

Tang Yi repeatedly raised her hands to beg for mercy: "Brother! I want to tell you something!"

Tang Hui rolled his eyes and thought of something, "Oh!" He smiled, pretending to be cold, "Don't ask Song Yuran to tell me."

"Brother, you already know!?" Tang Yi was surprised.

"Hmm," Tang Hui stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead, "Your brother, I am so perceptive!"

"Oh..." Tang Yi nodded and looked up at him, "Then you know, the yogurt is here, I'm leaving first!"

"Eh?" Tang Hui stopped him, "Don't you beg me to let you be together?"

This time it was Tang Yi's turn to roll his eyes: "What am I begging you to do? I'm just 'notifying' you!"

"I'm your brother, hello!"

Tang Yi had already opened the door and went out.

Tang Hui deeply felt that his family status was getting lower and lower.

Another half month's journey has ended, and it's already the beginning of June, and it's less than a month before the next Grand Slam—Wimbledon.

After returning home without much rest, Tang Yi returned to training. This was the first match he and Song Yuran met, and he really, really wanted to get a good result.

"Brother Yuran, do you still remember the first time we met?" Tang Yi was very curious whether he still remembered.

Song Yuran nodded, "Are you in Shanghai?"

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Yes."

He really doesn't remember.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuran laughed suddenly when he saw him.

Tang Yi shook his head: "It's nothing, I have a story about Wimbledon that I want to tell you."

Song Yuran also smiled: "Well, tell me."

Tang Yi pretended to be mysterious: "If I reach the final of Wimbledon, I will tell you!"

"Alright then!" Song Yuran spread his hands, "Then you have to work hard!"

"En!" Tang Yi nodded.

At the same time, Song Yuran's surgery time has also been confirmed at the end of September, and he will have to go for several checkups during this period.

Everything is going in a good direction, and Tang Yi is in a very good mood.

As a result, when he was happy, a ball flew into the air.

"Be serious!" Song Yuran said seriously.

The tennis ball just fell into the hands of the man who just walked into the court: "Matteo! I heard that you are back!" The blond young man walked quickly, "I can't wait to see Harley again!"

"Martin!" Tang Yi greeted him with a racket, "Why are you here?"

Martin gave him a big hug directly, "Come here when I miss you!"

Song Yuran on the side frowned. Although he didn't understand German very well, he always felt uncomfortable.

Martin hugged him tightly, and Tang Yi struggled unnaturally.

Song Yuran walked over.

Martin quickly let go of him, turned to Song Yuran, and switched to English: "Coach Song is back! Long time no see!" He enthusiastically stretched out his right hand.

Song Yuran shook hands politely and distantly: "Long time no see."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what Coach Song said in Tangtang’s ear~

☆, Distress

So next, the two played a practice match, and Tang Yi won in the end.

The two talked and returned to the sidelines. Tang Yi picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, and Martin habitually unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Tang Yi first.

"Oh thank you!" Tang Yi took it and was about to drink, but felt Song Yuran's gaze, and he stopped.

Martin smiled and said, "You're welcome," he wiped his sweat and glanced at the time, "Then let's stop here today! I have to go back!"

Tang Yi nodded and was about to say something.

"Hey, aren't you staying for dinner?" Tang Hui poked his head from another court.

"No, no, see you next time!" Martin waved to Tang Hui.

Tang Hui said with a little regret: "Then come to eat next time!"

Tang Yi wanted to tear his brother's mouth off. He glanced at Song Yuran and interrupted with a smile: "Next time I will remember to ask Frank to come with me!"

"it is good!"

In the evening, Tang Yi combed Sunny and sent her back to the den, then returned to the living room.

"Tang Yi." Song Yuran who was sitting on the sofa called him.

"Huh?" Tang Yi walked over pretending to be calm, "What's the matter, Brother Yuran?"

Song Yuran raised the IPad in his hand: "Come."

Tang Yi felt a little apprehensive, walked over and sat beside him.

"Today with Martin..."

"Brother Yuran, he is a friend!" Tang Yi immediately interrupted Song Yuran, "I used to come to home training with Frank..."

"What? Have you been here before?" Song Yuran said in a bad tone.

"Ah..." Tang Yi was stunned, and the trouble came out of his mouth.

Seeing Tang Yi's dazed cute expression, Song Yuran couldn't help laughing, he stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, "Got it! I'm just kidding you."

"Ah?" Tang Yi pouted and turned his head.

Song Yuran smiled and stretched out his hand and turned his head, "Come on, take a look at these two balls..."

In mid-June, the grass became more abundant, and after a wild clay court season, the fresh and dazzling grass season kicked off in Halle, Germany.Some players will use this event as a warm-up match for Wimbledon.

The grass was green, and Tang Yi chose a sky blue and white T-shirt, white shorts, and ended the second round of the competition in a refreshing manner.

He walked into the player tunnel with sweaty hair, jumped up the moment he saw Song Yuran, greeted the staff politely, walked up to him, Song Yuran patted his back affectionately.

The two walked towards the lounge, Tang Yi quietly hooked Song Yuran's finger.

"Matteo!"

A voice came, and Tang Yi was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

Martin walked over with his bag on his back, "Congratulations!" He reached out to give Tang Yi a high-five.

"Come on!" Tang Yi gave him a high five, but Martin grabbed his hand, and Song Yuran's expression changed.

"Take some luck!" Martin let go of him, laughing.

Tang Yi subconsciously looked back at Song Yuran, then looked at Martin: "Okay! Then you have to fight hard!"

"Yeah!" Martin smiled and waved to him, walking towards the court.

There was no one in the corridor, Song Yuran grabbed Tang Yi's hand, very dissatisfied: "I really want to wash your hands for you!" Then he held it even tighter.

Tang Yi pursed her lips and smiled without answering, her heart was sweet.

In the semi-finals, Tang Yi faced the 25-year-old Swiss player Luca Graff.

Tang Yi entered the state very quickly in the first set and won the game 6-3.

After Graff served first in the second set, Tang Yi's rhythm was somewhat disrupted.

Graf, who is 190 tall, already has an extremely advantage in serving, and Tang Yi is even a little bit unable to parry for a while, so he can only guard against his own serve.

The scores of the two rose alternately, and at the end of the nine innings, Graff led 5-4.

The tenth game was Tang Yi's serve game, and it was also the game he had to keep. Tang Yi was under a little pressure.

But sometimes pressure can also make people burst into greater potential. Tang Yi sent two ACE balls in a row to open the score.

30 to 0, he took a little reassurance and raised his racket again.

At this moment, the familiar gaze at the French Open appeared again. Tang Yi frowned, but it was not in the direction where Song Yuran was sitting. Such gaze made him shudder.

In a panic, the serve hits the net.

Graf caught Tang Yi's second serve and successfully counterattacked, and the score came to 30-15.

Tang Yi suddenly looked at the auditorium on the left, and his eyes disappeared.

He frowned, feeling uneasy, and lost another point.

Song Yuran also noticed his abnormality, so he couldn't help but sat up straight and stared at him.

Tang Yi happened to look over, seeing Song Yuran's gaze, he felt a little safe.

40 to 30, just one point to win, Tang Yi comforted himself.

But the experienced Graf immediately saw Tang Yi's anxiety.

After two shots from the bottom line, slow down the speed of the ball, go directly to the net, and volley in front of the net, 40 to 40.

Tang Yi became more nervous, and the speed of serving dropped a lot. Graff opened the angle with his forehand. Tang Yi returned the ball and went to the net. match point.

The auditorium became lively, and Graf's momentum overwhelmed Tang Yi.

He took the last goal without any effort and entered the final.

Tang Yi stopped in the semi-finals. He shook hands with Graf politely. The Swiss patted his shoulder encouragingly: "Matteo, I look forward to your next performance!"

"Thank you!"

Tang Yi carried his bag on his back and left the court in frustration. Just as he was walking to the gate, a little girl lay on the fence and called his name: "Matteo!"

It was a cute little girl in a pink dress who looked no more than ten years old. She held up Tang Yi's hand, and when she saw Tang Yi turning her head, she asked timidly, "Can you sign my name?"

Tang Yi was softened by the little girl's stare, he stepped forward to take the pen and tennis ball, and signed his name on it.

The little girl was flattered and shouted: "Matteo you are the best! I love you so much!"

Tang Yi looked at her excitedly and pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you! I will work hard and not let you down!"

The little girl who responded put her face in her hands and screamed in disbelief.

Tang Yi waved to her, waved to the fans in the auditorium, and walked out of the stadium.

It turned out that he could really get such great encouragement from his fans, Tang Yi's mood improved, he raised his head and saw Song Yuran again, his heart fell steadily, and he threw himself into his arms.

"It's okay, try harder next time!" Song Yuran pinched the back of his neck.

Tang Yi let out a "hmm" like a cat.

On the way home, Robert was driving the car, Tang Yi and Song Yuran sat in the back seat, and Song Yuran asked about the last game.

Tang Yi thought hard for a while before saying, "I just feel like someone is staring at me..."

"Hmm..." Song Yuran thought for a while, "Your fans will stare at you, right?"

"Well," Tang Yi nodded, "but I felt a particularly strong gaze, yes, it was the same at the French Open last time!" He looked at Song Yuran, "I thought it was you at first..."

Speaking of this, Tang Yi's expression was a little unnatural. At that time, he missed him like crazy.

Song Yuran saw through his thoughts at a glance, looked at him gently, and said slowly, "I miss you very, very much, too."

It seemed a little hot in the car, and Tang Yi's face was a little red.

Song Yuran couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his earlobe, "It's so cute."

Tang Yi's breathing was stagnant.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the rear of the car was hit. The whole car shook forward violently, and the two rushed forward.

Before they could react, there was another bump from the back of the car. In the confusion, Song Yuran hugged Tang Yi, supported the back of the chair with his left hand, and then his shoulder hit the back seat hard.

"Robert!" Song Yuran roared.

Although Robert was wearing a seat belt, he was a little dizzy, so he responded and turned the steering wheel to avoid it.

"Brother Yuran!" Tang Yi bumped into his arms, trying to break free, "How are you?"

Song Yuran hugged him even tighter: "Don't move!" He said in a deep voice.

Tang Yi didn't dare to move at once, but was so anxious that he was about to cry. He was clearly injured by the sound of the collision.

"Brother Yuran..."

Hearing the sound of a car's exhaust pipe outside, Song Yuran's heart rose to his throat, and he hugged Tang Yi tightly in his arms.

The expected impact did not come, the sound of the exhaust pipe passed by, and a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG slipped away.

"Tangtang..." Song Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to stroke Tang Yi's hair, "Are you okay?"

"Brother Yuran!" Tang Yi broke free and shook his head. Only then did he realize that Song Yuran's face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He lightly touched his left arm with trembling hands, "Brother Yuran, your left hand ..."

Song Yuran reassured him and smoothed his bangs: "It's okay, it might be a little dislocated."

Tang Yi's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he hung his hand in the air, wanting to touch him but daring to touch him, in the end he just reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor was resettling Song Yuran, and Tang Yi watched from the side with distressed heart.

He had a broken collarbone when he was a child, and he was most afraid of seeing or hearing about bone diseases, and every time he heard it, he got goose bumps.But this time, he was reluctant to go out, bit his lip, and couldn't help watching the whole treatment process trembling in his heart.

There were only the two of them left in the ward.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Yi frowned and stood in front of him.

Song Yuran shook his head and stretched out his moving right hand to him.

"Liar, there's no way it won't hurt so soon!" Tang Yi pouted, but he still put his hand in Song Yuran's.

He blamed himself a little. He had said that he would protect brother Yuran, but he still got hurt.

Song Yuran pulled him closer: "Come on, sit down."

Tang Yi sighed and sat next to him, feeling a little grateful to God, he held his right hand, squeezed his palm lightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Fortunately it's not the right hand..."

Seeing his listless appearance, Song Yuran also felt a little distressed, so he raised his chin with his hand and looked into his eyes: "Why isn't my Tangtang sweet anymore?"

Song Yuran looked at him with a half-smile.

Without even thinking about it, Tang Yi leaned up and kissed him, raised his chin, "Isn't it sweet?"

"Hmm... sweet." Song Yuran replied seriously.

Tang Yi finally smiled, and just as he was about to speak, the doctor from the ward