Can't hide

Jiang Sui opened the door, was stunned, and smiled in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Duan Zhuo's brows and eyes are full of smiles: "What reason do you need to see someone?"

Jiang Sui plunged into his arms, hugged him and asked, "Didn't you say you don't have time for the exam?"

"Just kidding, there is no exam, but the time is really tight. I'm afraid I can only rush over to watch the evening game, and I still have to go to class during the day."

In fact, Jiang Sui didn't care whether he could stay to watch the game at all, as long as he could see him once, he would be satisfied.

He let go and looked Duan Zhuo up and down, they hadn't seen each other since the Asian Games, and it has been four months now, Duan Zhuo's face seemed to be a little smaller than before.

He raised his head to touch his lips, Duan Zhuo suppressed a smirk, stretched his neck back, Jiang Sui had to stand on tiptoe, pursed his lips and leaned towards him, Duan Zhuo then hugged his waist, He bowed his head and kissed her.

"Okay, you two," Cheng Ziyao shouted from inside, "Didn't you see that there is someone who can breathe here? It's amazing to fall in love."

Jiang Sui shook his head triumphantly, put his hand into Duan Zhuo's open coat, and touched his waist, which was still very enthusiastic.

The sneakers on Duan Zhuo’s feet are the new ones from the sponsor of the national team, as are the jacket and trousers. A new casual outfit makes him look radiant.

"As expected of a champion, I'm willing to buy new clothes."

"I didn't buy it."

After the game, the team did give out a bonus, and this bonus was already an astronomical figure for Duan Zhuo, which made him so happy that he couldn't sleep for several nights.

He has enough money for his own study, and he doesn’t have to worry about food and clothing, but the inherent thrifty thought is still hard to break. He has suffered a lot, so he is afraid of poverty. Get up and spend it somewhere more worthwhile.

He grinned and said, "It's from the sponsor, asking me to help with advertising or something."

"That's right," Jiang Sui brought Duan Zhuo into the room, and admired it in a circle, "This color really suits you."

In recent years, the state has vigorously promoted and supported sports events, and the publicity work has also been done well. During this year's Asian Games, there were more than 300 hot searches on Weibo about athletes, and the discussion of many entries exceeded 200 million , Duan Zhuo's Weibo skyrocketed to [-] million followers in a few days, just posting a post has millions of views, and there are countless advertisements that come to his door.

After being selected by the manager responsible for the advertising contact in the national team, Duan Zhuo received two endorsements and cooperation with more than a dozen promotional ambassadors.

The cooperating brands will send gifts to Duan Zhuo during the New Year holidays or when new products are released. This time it is a seven-piece winter new product set, from hats to shoes and socks, everything is ready.

"Become famous in one battle, you are considered to be a leader now, and many athletes may not have your achievements in a lifetime." Cheng Ziyao said with a face full of relief.

Duan Zhuo does not agree with using commercial value as a yardstick to measure the achievements of an athlete, because it is very unfair. Many unpopular sports, even if they win the Olympic champion, may not have any fans. Without fans, there is no commercial value.

Compared with other veteran players who have struggled for many years, his efforts and achievements are nothing at all.

"I haven't broken out of Asia yet. What is it to be famous? At least I have to win the Olympic champion to be qualified to say this."

After Cheng Ziyao finished the last set of push-ups, he stood up from the ground, twisted his waist and neck and said, "Olympic champion, that is very difficult. If I can win the World Cup in my life, I will be satisfied."

Duan Zhuo sat on the bed: "Someone will get it, why not our Chinese team? I don't think my body shape and lung capacity are worse than those old foreigners, but I still need to improve my technical movements."

These words are full of self-confidence and responsibility, but not blind. Duan Zhuo has a clear understanding of his shortcomings.Jiang Suijing looked at him, as if staring at the rising sun full of hope, feeling warm all over his body.

Confidence in this alone has been able to fascinate him thousands of times.

Jiang Sui stretched out his hand to hug Duan Zhuo's waist, and rested his head on his shoulder. Before he got tired, Cheng Ziyao jumped first. He was like a clown, screaming: "Okay, that's fine! You can go! We also about to rest!"

Duan Zhuo glanced at the mats on the floor, and asked Jiang Sui, "You just sleep on the floor?"

"That's right," Jiang Sui said, "I can't sleep on a soft bed due to strain, and my muscles will be sore when I wake up the next day. I'm afraid it will affect my performance."

What Jiang Sui brought was a yoga mat, which was very thin. The floor of the hotel was not covered with wooden boards but tiles. Even with the air conditioner turned on, Duan Zhuo still felt a little cold to the touch.

"Why don't you apply to change to an express hotel? The bed I slept in was very hard, and it's not far from here. It takes about ten minutes by taxi."

"Forget it." Jiang Sui said, "I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I don't want to rush back and forth."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Sui pursed his lips to find a reason, but he didn't want Cheng Ziyao next to him to say quickly: "What else can he do, go to the hospital and get locked up."

"Hit again?"

The two words Duan Zhuo threw out were accented, and he frowned again, looking very unhappy, Jiang Sui lowered his eyes, like a child who made a mistake, and stopped talking.

He thought that Duan Zhuo would blame him like last time, or stop him, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear Duan Zhuo speak, he secretly raised his eyes, and asked tentatively: "Is it okay?"

Duan Zhuo's expression was somewhere between helplessness and pampering, he sighed and asked back: "I said no, why don't you go?"

Jiang Sui knew that he agreed, and rushed over to kiss him. Cheng Ziyao covered his eyes and ordered Duan Zhuo to roll.

Duan Zhuo quickly rolled away, but the next morning, before Jiang Sui was about to go to the hospital, he rolled back again, and boldly played the banner of Jiang Sui's family in front of the head coach.

"I'm his younger brother. I'm curious and want to see what a closed needle is."

Jiang Sui's coach was very impressed with Duan Zhuo and liked him very much, so he agreed to get in the car: "It's good to go to see the world, I saw it, and we should pay more attention when exercising in the future, so as not to leave any damage .”

The coach made an appointment in advance, and as soon as they arrived, the nurse led them straight to the room at the end.

"Wait a minute, the doctor is going to the bathroom."

Duan Zhuo followed at the end, closed the door, and looked around. The room was only about ten square meters. There was a single bed next to the wall. There were many instruments and a video device connected to the head of the bed. At first glance, it looked like B Super room is quite similar.

The room is narrow, and it looks very crowded with a few elders crowded together. Duan Zhuo really wanted to get to the front and stand beside Jiang Sui, but two coaches and team leaders stood in front of him, so he could only poke his head. Look at Jiang Sui lying on the bed from the gap between their heads.

After waiting for 1 minute, the doctor came in. He rubbed his hands with disinfectant and asked, "Have you been beaten before?"

"Once." Jiang Sui said.

"When did you fight last time? How many days did it last?"

Jiang Sui rolled his eyes, recalled for a while and said: "It happened a year ago, it lasted for a little more than a week."

"How many milliliters did you inject last time?"

"I don't really remember, I have to ask the doctor..."

The doctor shook his hand and said, "Okay, then you ask first."

Duan Zhuo stood aside and listened to their conversation, frowning, the more rigorous the doctor was, the more it proved that these medicines have great harm to the human body, and there is no mistake at all.

After Jiang Sui confirmed the milliliter count, the nurse took out the syringe and needle from the tin box.

The needle looked thicker and longer than ordinary ones. Duan Zhuo asked why curiously. The experienced trainer said: "Because this is a neurological disease, the medicine has to pierce the muscle tissue and inject it into the nerve root. Needles must be stiffer."

It is not the first time for the people in this room to experience this kind of thing, their expressions are calm, and they even gossip about the daily life, except for Duan Zhuo, who is silent and uneasy, looking at the person on the bed.

Jiang Sui was lying on the bed, his clothes were pulled up to his ribs, revealing a narrow waist. His hands hugged the pillow tightly, his whole face was buried in the pillow, and his legs were stretched straight.

Duan Zhuo could see that he was extremely nervous, otherwise he wouldn't have been silent since entering the room.

The doctor identified the pain point, marked it, removed the syringe and began to dispense the medicine. He patted Jiang Sui's back to make him relax.

"Don't tense your muscles, or the needle won't go in."

Jiang Sui raised his head and took two breaths, his body relaxed, but he still shivered when the cold iodine touched his skin.

Like many people, he is afraid of needles. From childhood, no matter if he has a fever or diarrhea, he will never go to the hospital if he can take medicine. When he was in elementary school, he was vaccinated. He cried louder than girls.

At this moment, he didn't dare to look back at the syringe in the doctor's hand.

"Relax."

The doctor's hand slapped his spine, but he couldn't relax at all. He had received an injection before, and he knew how painful the injection was. Fear enveloped him, his muscles were trembling, and his teeth were chattering. controlled.

Duan Zhuo turned sideways, passed between the two coaches, walked to the bed, bent down, held Jiang Sui's wrist and said, "Look at me."

Jiang Sui turned his head obediently.

Taking advantage of the moment his attention was diverted, the sharp needle tip pierced the skin.

With a sound of "hissing", Duan Zhuo's hand was suddenly held tightly by Jiang Sui, just like when making love, Jiang Sui twisted his facial features, almost wanting to embed his fingernails into his flesh.

Duan Zhuo couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Sui's waist. The needle almost completely sank into Jiang Sui's body, but the doctor was not in a hurry to push the medicine in, but stared at the imaging device beside him.

He is looking for the pain point, and only by finding the location accurately can he paralyze the nerves.

Jiang Sui's bones, muscles, and needles are all presented in black and white.

The muscles were trembling slightly, the slender needle squeezed in, was blocked by the muscle fibers, and had to be pulled out a little bit, turned around, and pierced again.

"Ah——" Jiang Sui was throbbing in pain, with tears in his eyes, his body shrank unconsciously towards the head of the bed.

The coach immediately held down his leg and said anxiously: "Don't move! It will be very crooked in a while."

Jiang Sui's teeth were shaking, and the fingers holding Duan Zhuo were also shaking, as if the pain was so extreme that it was already unbearable.He closed his eyes and said almost choked up: "It hurts too much, can you hurry up."

Duan Zhuo was already breaking out in a cold sweat just listening to that cry, he was so distressed that he couldn't speak, how could he bear his crying.

He wished he could lie down and bear all this, in exchange for Jiang Sui's peace and health.

The needle was moving all the time, and what tortured people was not only physical pain, but also psychological fear, Duan Zhuo softly gently repeated Jiang Sui's head, "Relax, relax...you'll be fine soon."

After a while, Duan Zhuo heard the doctor's condescending voice: "Does this position hurt?"

The head buried in the pillow moved: "Almost."

The medicine was finally slowly pushed in. The coach reached out to take the cotton ball in the doctor's hand, helped Jiang Sui press the needle hole, and told him not to move around; the team leader called another athlete to get an injection; the doctor sat at the desk, busy record file;

Everyone has something to care about, but the nurse standing by is staring at Duan Zhuo standing beside the bed. She didn't know them before, and she didn't know what the relationship between the two was, but Duan Zhuo was too gentle. The movements, loving eyes, and the gaze that never moved away from Jiang Sui from the beginning to the end gave her a guess.

Before encountering this scene, she never dared to think that a boy would be overwhelmed with distress because of another boy's suffering, and his eyes were red.