i can't like him

On the way down the mountain, He Qinian was always watching to see if Sheng Xinghe would throw away the tissue. He didn't know if he forgot it or what. He passed by three trash cans in a row, but he didn't see him throwing it away.

It was four o'clock when we returned to the foot of the mountain.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sun has no intention of setting.

After the team disbanded, Sheng Xinghe suddenly called He Qinian to stop.

Little friend He was preoccupied with the matter of "roses". When he called him that, his back stiffened.

He turned his head, the sun was so bright that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Give me back the color of your miscellaneous hair. It looks like a white peacock. If you don't know, you may think that you are on some talent show. Tomorrow, let other school students and reporters see what you look like, your image It's the school's image, you know?" Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian pouted, "Oh", "That's all?"

"And we have to gather at five o'clock tomorrow morning, so go to bed early at night."

"Oh." He Qinian turned around and heaved a sigh of relief.

Also, what did he expect a straight man of steel to understand.

No matter how hot the sun is during the day, the night is always gentle.

Sheng Xinghe sat at the desk and read things as usual, but what was different from usual was that there was always a smiling face repeatedly appearing in his mind.

The man's smile is very free and easy, with a bit of childishness unique to him when he was young, it is always unpredictable what he wants to express.

He stared at the words in the book, and after 10 minutes, he found that his gaze was still on the explanation of the word "static contraction".

The force of contraction is equal to or less than the force of blocking movement, and the contraction that occurs is called isometric contraction or "static contraction".

This was already the nth time he had read this content tonight, but his brain didn't seem to be working, and his mind was always distracted.

He took a deep breath against the light-colored wall, closed his eyes and rubbed his cheeks.

Lying next to the desk lamp is the "rose".

He had been carrying it home in his pocket all the time, and it couldn't restore its original shape after being squashed, and it no longer looked as plump as it was when he first received it.

Sheng Xinghe was a little obsessive-compulsive, and wanted to tear it apart and fold it again, but in the end he held back, he couldn't guarantee that his hands-on ability could restore it to its original appearance.

At ten o'clock, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang, which reminded him that he could wash up and get ready for bed.

But he hasn't finished the book tonight, and he hasn't memorized any English words.

He doesn't like the feeling that his brain is occupied by other things, which makes him feel a strong sense of guilt.

Time is wasted.

In the world of athletes, 27 years old is no longer young. Even when commenting, he will add the word "veteran" before his name.

But what is he thinking now?

When he looked at the "rose" again, he frowned, and threw it into a small iron box in the drawer.

Sheng Xinghe patted his face, adjusted his breathing, and focused.

"That's it?" He Qinian's face flashed again.

"Ah!—very tiresome!"

Sheng Xinghe scratched his hair, got up to pour water, and when he walked through the living room, he involuntarily glanced at the opposite building.

The lights were on, but no one was in sight.

Sheng Xinghe poured hot water into a glass container to cool down, then opened the notebook on the coffee table to search for news about the track and field team.

Qin Hexuan of the high jump team won the championship with a score of 2 meters in the Asian Indoor High Jump Championship a few days ago, and will then prepare for the Diamond League.

All the officials of the track and field team sent their blessings together.

Qin Hexuan and Sheng Xinghe met at the training base of the national team, and the dormitory is opposite, and the relationship has always been very good.

Qin Hexuan's personal best is 2 meters, which has been maintained very well in the past two years. Sheng Xinghe wished him from the bottom of his heart, hoping that he can create better results, because Qin Hexuan is still two years older than him.

He often thinks that if Qin Hexuan can cross a higher height after the age of 27, then he must be able to, and if Qin Hexuan can last until the age of 29 without retiring, then he must also be able to.

People always like to set a benchmark for themselves, so that they don't appear so lonely.

Qin Hexuan was the same kind of person as him, and walked the same path.

There is no blessing from God, only hard work the day after tomorrow.

After Sheng Xinghe clicked into Qin Hexuan's circle of friends, he saw some old photos.

He couldn't help but miss the base's crossbars, mats, runway and even the canteen food.

Those things that he was tired of eating have become the taste he misses the most at this moment.

If only turning the hands could make the time go faster.

August 20th is the start day of the Provincial Games. Before dawn, Sheng Xinghe had already arrived at the school, busy with the other coaches of the track and field team.

The competition venue is in this city. It took an hour to drive there. There were quite a few participants, and the sports department had hired two school buses.

Before boarding the car, Sheng Xinghe and Coach Zhou checked the number of people together.

The track and field team of T University has a unified uniform, T-shirt and shorts, bright red national flag color, a row of conspicuous embroidery on the chest and back, embroidered with the name of the school.

On weekdays, everyone dislikes the dirt and is too lazy to wear it, but on such a grand occasion, they all change into it.

He Qinian was the last one to arrive. He wore a team T-shirt on his upper body and a pair of black sweatpants on his lower body, showing his slender legs.

The most eye-catching thing is his new look.

The neat cropped hair, and the shiny earrings on weekdays are also gone.

He Qinian is a rare star face, with three-dimensional features and clear contours, no flaws can be found from any angle, and there is a little bit of beauty point on his forehead, which is still handsome when pushed into an inch.

Everyone was used to his arrogant and wild silver hair, and the sudden change back to black was even more eye-catching.

Especially when he laughed, he was full of youthful spirit.

Sha Matt finally turned back into the little brother next door, Sheng Xinghe was even a little relieved.

The contrast between running and jumping athletes and throwing athletes is very sharp. When He Qinian passed the shot team, he attracted the attention of all the girls.

"I really want to touch his head."

"Like a big dog."

He Qinian chuckled, stood far away and started shouting: "Morning, Coach Sheng!"

Sheng Xinghe glanced at him twice, nodded: "Morning."

He Qinian hurried over and lowered his head: "Do you want to touch my hair?"

"are you crazy!"

At 05:30 in the morning, the street lights were still on, and the athletes lined up to get on the bus one by one, feeling as if they were going on a spring outing.

He Qinian was the tallest in the team and was at the end. When he got on the bus, there were only two empty seats left, one in the front row and one in the penultimate row.

Li Che was sitting in the penultimate row. When he saw him, he waved enthusiastically and patted the cushion, "Brother Nian! Here, here!"

He Qinian glanced at Sheng Xinghe who was still chatting with Coach Zhou at the door, hesitated for two seconds, and poked a classmate in the long jump team in the front row.

"Can I change seats with you, and you can sit in the empty seat at the back?"

That classmate didn't ask why, just said "Oh", picked up his backpack and moved back, and sat next to Li Che.

Li Che frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "What are you doing...you can't even see this."

The right side of the aisle is Qin Pei's position. He hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't you see that the people sitting in front of you are all beauties? He doesn't bother to talk to you."

Li Che raised his chin and looked intently.

indeed.

In the long jump team, there is a well-known school belle beauty with fair skin and long legs. It is said that her family conditions are not bad. She always wears a high ponytail and shows a smooth and full forehead. Now I am chatting with He Qinian up.

"Why did you suddenly change your look?"

"Our coach asked him to shave."

"Are you so obedient?"

"Well, don't look at him as gentle, but he is actually very fierce..."

When Sheng Xinghe got in the car, he had no more seats to choose from. He looked around and sat next to He Qinian, and took up their conversation: "I made you dye it back black, who told you to shave it, don't be blind." Rumors."

The girl opposite laughed.

"Then do you think my new look is handsome?" He Qinian patted his head.

"Okay."

"It's okay, what the hell, one to ten, ten is the most handsome, you rate it."

Sheng Xinghe thought for a while: "Nine points."

He Qinian turned to look at him: "Then where is the one point deducted?"

"Talking too much. The handsome guys in the TV series you watch are all very cold, and they jump out word by word. How can you not stop talking like you."

"That's autism."

"..."

The girls on the side laughed even more.

When Sheng Xinghe was about to have breakfast, he casually asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet. I saw it was three o'clock last night. It's not bad to be able to get up in the morning."

"Yo, what book do you read so seriously?"

"Of course it's a bad book."

"You have the nerve to say it."

Sheng Xinghe sighed, and dug out a bag of meat floss bread and a can of skim milk from his bag, "Hurry up and fill your belly, the preliminaries will start at eight o'clock, and if there is no accident, the [-]-meter and high jump should be held at the same time. "

"Thank you." He Qinian tore open the package in surprise, and stuffed the bread with a big mouthful. Even the skim milk tasted sweet.

When he was almost done eating, he heard Sheng Xinghe's stomach growl, and he suddenly realized that those breads were not specially prepared for him.

The people in the car had eaten breakfast together, and He Qinian asked pitifully for a bag of soy milk.

"I'm so sorry, that's all I have," He Qinian stuffed the soy milk into Sheng Xinghe's hands, "Why didn't you tell me that you didn't have breakfast?"

"Fortunately, I'm not very hungry." Sheng Xinghe unscrewed the soy milk and took two sips.

"I just heard your stomach growl."

"Oh, it's okay, you have to compete later, filling your stomach is more important than filling mine."

After drinking the soy milk, Sheng Xinghe lowered the back of the chair slightly, put on the earphones, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

He Qinian secretly rejoiced in his heart for taking this position and being able to watch him so quietly.

The school bus swayed, Sheng Xinghe folded his arms, and soon fell asleep.

He Qinian quietly dug out the phone in his bag, turned off the volume, and secretly took several photos of his sleeping face.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the car drove into the gymnasium unconsciously.

The morning dew and the fragrance of flowers are in the air, penetrating the lungs and refreshing the mind.

The long jump coach had a high fever and did not come with him. Sheng Xinghe led the two teams by himself. After getting off the car, he took everyone to familiarize themselves with the venue and explained various details.

"Pay attention to your steps in a while, how to jump and how to jump, don't be nervous, just treat it as normal training."

"Coach, will you come over to watch our game later?" the little girl from the long jump team summoned up her courage and asked.

"Look, definitely look," Sheng Xinghe nodded and said, "You guys do a good job!"

After he settled all the members of the long jump team, he turned his head and found that there was one person missing from the team he led.

It was less than 10 minutes before the end of the inspection, and he was so anxious that he circled around in circles: "Where is the young man He Qi!?"

"I don't know," Zhang Tianqing looked around, "I didn't seem to see him just now."

"Maybe I went to the toilet." Li Che said.

Sheng Xinghe took out the cell phone in his pocket and sent a message to He Qinian, but no one answered, and the call couldn't be reached.

At the critical moment, he broke out in a cold sweat and ran towards the men's toilet closest to the high jump venue with his long legs.

He was on the phone while running, but no one answered the phone.

He sent an ultimatum to the group.

[Sheng Xinghe: He Qinian, if you don't come out again, don't compare at all! 】

The men's toilet was empty, Sheng Xinghe had no choice but to rush back to the field competition venue.

Sheng Xinghe was very anxious.

Zhang Tianqing held He Qinian's number plate in his hand: "Coach, what should I do?"

How to do.

Only you can go up.

But he didn't speak immediately, but frowned and looked around, trying to find the familiar figure in the last half minute.

At this critical juncture, the words Zhang Daqi said in the noodle shop suddenly flashed in Sheng Xinghe's mind - the coach is so eccentric.

If Zhang Tianqing had disappeared at this moment and He Qinian had been the substitute, he probably wouldn't have hesitated like this.

"You..." The moment he was about to announce Zhang Tianqing's entry, someone's clear voice sounded behind him.

"coach!--"

Sheng Xinghe trembled all over, and his heart instantly fell back to its original position.

He turned his head angrily, and was about to curse, but he clearly saw a bag of steaming breakfast in the child's hand.

He Qinian ran wildly all the way, his forehead dripping with sweat.

"I don't know what you like to eat, I bought a little of all kinds, Xiaolongbao, steamed dumplings, and pancakes..."

Sheng Xinghe suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no place selling breakfast in the gymnasium, and it took at least ten minutes to run out from the infield, not to mention buying so many things in a venue that he didn't know at all.

Under the light, the fine sweat on the tip of his nose was particularly obvious.

Hasn't started the race yet, but looks like someone who just finished a marathon.

Sheng Xinghe was still cursing, took the breakfast, and gave him a sideways glance: "Hurry up and get ready for the game, you know how to eat and drink all day long, do you still have a sense of time? Don't you say hello to people before you go out? "

"I told you that you definitely won't let me go." He Qinian curled his lips, touched his ear, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm sorry, coach, I was wrong, don't be unhappy."

"Am I upset?"

He Qinian wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned, "Then eat quickly."