i can't like him

"Brother Nian? Eh..." Zhang Daqi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of He Qinian's eyes. Seeing that there was no response, he pushed another palm on his shoulder, "He Qinian! You've returned to your soul!"

"Ah?" He Qinian, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly straightened his back and asked in confusion, "Is it all over?"

"That's right," Zhang Daqi glanced at the notebook in his hand, "Have you recorded the times and results for us?"

He Qinian's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head.

Except for remembering the first two jumps, the rest are all fugues.

He scratched the back of his head and apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, the coach isn't here anyway, so I'll just fill in a few to deal with it." Zhang Daqi asked concerned, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

He Qinian exhaled, "A little bit."

But it's not that I don't feel well, it's that I feel panicked.

Although everything so far has been voluntary, there are still huge beliefs and desires behind this willingness.

I hope to get some feedback, I hope Sheng Xinghe can look at him more, but those few words of Sheng Xinghe seem to cut off his thoughts and expectations abruptly.

He finally began to believe in the saying "A real straight man can't bend".

Once some ideas pop up, self-confidence will be greatly reduced.

After several rounds of trial jumps, a group of people sat on the ground sparsely to rest. Zhang Daqi dug a bottle of mineral water from his bag and handed it to He Qinian, "If you are not feeling well, go home and rest, the coach will not blame you. you."

For some reason, when He Qinian heard the word "coach", He Qinian's skin tightened. He drank two sips of water, and asked hesitantly, "Do you like others?"

"Yes, I like Liu Yifei very much."

"..." He Qinian held his forehead, "Then do you think I am mature?"

Zhang Daqi: "I'm not mature yet."

"..."

The more he asked, the more sad he became, He Qinian sighed heavily.

I can't find someone to talk about life with, and I swallow all the confusion and uncertainty in my stomach.

...

In the south, it seems that there are only two seasons, summer and winter. Although October is approaching, the temperature at night is still ridiculously high.

When He Qinian walked out of the gymnasium, his face was covered in a heat wave, the heat in his body evaporated quickly, and his skin became sticky.

He went to the cafeteria once, but the food was almost sold out, so he had to go out to look for food.

I bought a side of noodles, cold noodle soup and a bowl of mung bean soup, thinking that Sheng Xinghe might not have had dinner yet, so I sent a message.

【N: Are you home yet?Have you had dinner? 】

[Sheng Xinghe: I'm eating. 】

[N: What are you eating?Only you? 】

【Sheng Xinghe: No, there is also Lu Yang, we are eating crayfish. 】

What is this called?

All I think about is you, and you're having a good time with someone else.

He Qinian had mixed feelings in his heart at the moment.

"Young man, what else do you want?" The proprietress asked enthusiastically.

He Qinian shook his head, "That's all."

There seems to be a law that when people feel sad, more sad things always follow.

He Zixin called him.

Talk about things he doesn't want to talk about.

In fact, since he was a freshman, He Zixin has talked about studying abroad several times, but he has been evading it with various reasons, and now it has become a postgraduate study abroad.

The postgraduate education system abroad is usually one to two years, and the courses are compact, graduating earlier than in China. In addition, you can broaden your horizons, get in touch with multiculturalism, and it can be regarded as a long journey.

He Zixin talked about many attractive benefits on the phone.

"Do you remember that Uncle Zhao who had dinner together last New Year's? His son majored in directing and went abroad the year before last. If you go there, the two of you can take care of each other."

He Qinian was speechless, "Who is Uncle Zhao? I have no memory, and I've never seen his son, so take care of him."

"How do you speak?"

He Qinian said stubbornly, "I don't want to go abroad."

"Why?" He Zixin frowned, "Didn't you promise me to prepare well before?"

In fact, before practicing high jump, he did consider studying abroad, because he didn't have a definite life goal at all, so he could only keep walking along the road in front of him, and he followed what others were doing. What.

But since he has tasted a lot of sweetness in the high jump, he has gradually determined his life direction. He wants to continue the high jump and enter the national team like Sheng Xinghe. It would be even better if he had the opportunity to compete together.

From childhood to adulthood, although he has learned a lot, the only thing that really makes him taste the excitement and satisfaction is the high jump.

In order to jump high, he can sweat profusely on the field under the scorching sun, and he can also survive the loneliness of running alone on the playground in the silent late night.

He saw his grades improving little by little, and now it is better to give him a knife than to let him give up.

"I can't improve my IELTS score." He felt that his reason seemed unconvincing, and added, "I found something more meaningful, so I don't want to go abroad."

"High jump?"

"Ah."

"He Qinian! You are really crazy!" He Zixin's voice was originally sharp, but when it suddenly rose, the obvious anger was transmitted through the phone.

"You said at the beginning that you liked broadcasting and hosting, and you were going to apply for this major. I can't stop you. I can only help you find a way to learn more. Now that you have studied for two years, you told me that you want to jump high? You Everything you do is 3 minutes hot, what can you do?"

He Qinian silently looked at the disposable lunch box on the table, suddenly lost his appetite.

"You said you like high jumps, can you jump for three years or five years, can you jump for a lifetime? Look at the athletes on TV, which ones have not retired with scars. You can see that they are famous, at least their efforts are worthwhile. What about the unseen ones? Let me tell you seriously now that the sports industry is far more cruel than the entertainment industry. There are thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge, and there are only a few top players in the country that can be remembered."

"I didn't jump high to be remembered."

He Zixin laughed as if she had heard some terrible joke, and that laughter was full of irony.

"What kind of competition do you want to participate in if you don't want to win the championship?"

If you don't want to win the championship, you still participate in any competition...

Every word that came out of He Zixin's mouth turned into fine needles and pierced into his chest.

He Qinian rubbed his face tiredly, "Let me tell you clearly now, I just like high jumps, can't it be like you like acting?"

"Then I can also tell you very clearly that the high jump is impossible."

"I'm an adult! Why do you make such and such decisions for me?"

He Qinian angrily hung up the phone and threw the phone on the coffee table.

The tempered film on the screen is broken.

After a few seconds, He Zixin's phone rang again. He Qinian turned the phone to silent and put it on the table, then turned around and went into the room to take a shower.

As soon as he closed his eyes, He Zixin's words still echoed repeatedly in his mind.

In fact, what He Zixin said is correct. The sports industry is indeed much crueler than the entertainment industry. Except for those who won medals in the World Championships and the Olympics, few are remembered, but do people live to be remembered by others?

It is more important to feel meaningful to yourself.

The emotional affairs were not so satisfactory, and the sports career was not so smooth. That night, He Qinian fell asleep with an extremely complicated mood.

...

When he woke up early the next morning, he saw a little red dot on WeChat, and Sheng Xinghe's profile picture flashed in his mind, and he went in happily, but there was only a message from Zhang Daqi.

[Da Qi: Give me a knife!This is a benefit provided by Pinduoduo's official feedback to users. If you see 0 yuan in the bargain, you can get it for free. The link...]

[N: Get out, I didn't pinduoduo. 】

【Daqi: That's just right, newcomers must cut a lot, you're going to be the next one now. 】

[N:...]

[Da Qi: Are you ready?How much did you cut? 】

[N: Eight cents and one. 】

【Da Qi: Then you are not lucky, Brother Han got two dollars. 】

[N: Go! 】

He Qinian opened the curtains and saw that the lights in Sheng Xinghe's bedroom were already on, so he casually clicked on a bargaining link to share.

Sheng Xinghe didn't reply, not even a perfunctory evasion.

He Qinian's grievances continued to swell.

He vented all his negative emotions on training.

Go out for a run if you can't fall asleep, until you're too tired and paralyzed to care about anything else.

Seeing that he could eat, drink and dance, Sheng Xinghe didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until two days later that he realized that something seemed unusual.

At noon that day, he ate in the cafeteria with a few students from the high jump group.

Zhang Daqi casually swiped into a circle of friends, and shouted: "Hey, Brother Nian was still running at night at three o'clock in the morning last night."

"You must be out of your mind. I don't sleep at this hour." Qin Pei glanced over and found that it was really a circle of friends with more postings at three o'clock. "Is three o'clock a night run or a morning run?"

"Let's run at night." Gu Xiaoxiao stretched her neck in the distance, "Let's take a look, what happened to him?"

"It's just a cat I ran into while running." Zhang Daqi had already slid to the next one, "Hey, don't you have a mobile phone yourself? Look at it yourself."

After clicking into Moments, Gu Xiaoxiao said pleasantly, "Wow, what a cute kitten."

Sheng Xinghe was also a little curious, and clicked into He Qinian's circle of friends, and found that it was a horizontal line.

Obviously, he was blocked.

For a moment, he felt shocked and terrified, like a boyfriend who didn't know why his girlfriend was angry, with a confused look on his face.

Haven't you been training well for the past two days?Why block him alone?

This unexpected discovery made him think a lot, and even the chicken legs on the dinner plate were no longer attractive.

He looked back at the chat records between himself and He Qinian, and the last one was on the morning of the 26th.

Is it because he didn't help bargain?

Although based on his understanding of He Qinian, the possibility of getting angry because of this is only 0.01%, but Sheng Xinghe still scratched his head and downloaded Pinduoduo.

[Sheng Xinghe: I got a piece of six, is that enough? 】

[N: You just saw the news? 】

[Sheng Xinghe: No, I didn't have this app before, I just downloaded it. 】

[N: Why did you suddenly think of bargaining for me? 】

[Sheng Xinghe: Suddenly remembered. 】

[N: Why do you think of it? 】

Sheng Xinghe stroked his forehead, He Qinian's way of asking questions was always full of skill.

"coach?!"

His arm was bumped suddenly, Sheng Xinghe looked up at Zhang Daqi.

"Did you hear us?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

Zhang Daqi repeated again: "It's my birthday today, and my parents gave me a small amount of money. Shall we go out for dinner tonight?"

"Oh, who are they?" Sheng Xinghe asked.

"Just the people in our team. Li Che and Tianqing don't go tonight because they have something to do, so they should be able to make up a table." Zhang Daqi said.

"He Qi Nian is going too?" Sheng Xinghe asked again.

"That's for sure. If you don't call him, he will definitely break up with me tomorrow."

Sheng Xinghe thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, what time is it at night?"

"It should be around 06:30. I'll make an appointment then. I'll go back to the dormitory to rest."

"it is good."

Sheng Xinghe turned his attention back to the chat interface, hesitated for a long time, and decided to tell the truth and solve the problem.

[Sheng Xinghe: Because I found out that your circle of friends blocked me. 】

【N: Then what? 】

[Sheng Xinghe: Then I ask you, why did you block it all of a sudden, did I offend you? 】

[N: No. 】

[Sheng Xinghe: Then you answer my question directly, why did you block it? 】

[N: Haven't you never been curious?As long as I don't affect my study and training. 】

It was only then that Sheng Xinghe felt like getting an electric shock, and suddenly remembered the wonderful conversation that happened one afternoon.

I'm not curious that this is indeed what he said, but this bastard's desire for revenge is too strong! ?

Remember a sentence for so long?

Are you really not a Scorpio?

[N: Do you want to watch it again now? 】

【Sheng Xinghe: This is not a personal matter...】

[N: Then please beg me. 】

【Sheng Xinghe: ...】

Knowing what was going on, Sheng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, knowingly sent a message to change the subject.

[Sheng Xinghe: It's Daqi's birthday tonight, let's go together? 】

[N: Well, have you prepared a gift yet? 】

[Sheng Xinghe: Not yet, I just found out. 】

[N: I have a big class in the afternoon, and go out to buy gifts together after the class? 】

【Sheng Xinghe: I have a meeting in the afternoon. I don't know when it will end. I'll call you when it's over. 】

[N: Good. 】

Although little friend He's circle of friends was still not open to him in the end, in Sheng Xinghe's eyes, this matter is over now that we have talked about it, and it is He Qinian's business whether to show it or not.

Is it true that he begged someone to show him?

Where does he put his face as a coach?

When Sheng Xinghe put away his phone, he also put away his miscellaneous thoughts, and returned to his work.

The main content of the afternoon meeting was about the upcoming school sports meeting and a national track and field grand prix.

The school sports meeting is scheduled for mid-October, and the grand prix is ​​at the end of October. The two games are very close to each other, so it is destined to be another busy month.

The school sports meeting naturally encourages students to register enthusiastically, and the threshold for the track and field grand prix is ​​set very high.

Director Sun pushed the thick glasses, "You can take a look at the information in your hand, this year our school won not many places, basically one or two, and the best results in some events are far from those in the selection competition. The standards are far worse, and there is no need to apply.”

Everyone nodded in response.

Sheng Xinghe rubbed his forehead, and found the high jump qualification line in the long form.

2 meters 15.

This is the championship height of the Provincial Games.

According to the special training during this period, He Qinian's personal record is 2 centimeters higher, but if he goes to the competition with a score of 2 meters, he will be able to pass two poles if he is exhausted. It is difficult to win a prize in this event .

But if he were to ask He Qinian if he would like to participate, the answer would definitely be yes.

Because the charm of sports competition is that everything is possible, even if you lose, you have gained a valuable experience in the game.

After the meeting ended, Sheng Xinghe called He Qinian as scheduled.

"Have you finished the meeting?" He Qinian's voice was clear, and he sounded in a good mood.

"Well," Sheng Xinghe said, "what building are you in? I'll go find you."

"I'm buying yogurt at the supermarket." He Qinian opened the freezer and brought out two cans of milk with one hand, "You wait for me at the Ximen, I'll ride there quickly."

"Row."

Sheng Xinghe was about to hang up the phone when He Qinian asked again: "What flavor of yogurt do you like? Passion fruit, mango, grapefruit or strawberry?"

"Is there any fresh milk?" Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian smiled, "Why don't you follow the routine? What's so good about fresh milk? It's fishy and tasteless."

Sheng Xinghe: "Then where do you think the fruit flavor in yogurt comes from? It's all food additives."

"It needs additives to make it fragrant." Although He Qinian said so, his body still put the yogurt back into the freezer very honestly, and replaced it with two bags of pure milk with a short shelf life.

Sheng Xinghe said: "If you want to drink fruit-flavored yogurt, I can make it for you. It is guaranteed to be delicious without additives."

He Qinian's eyes lit up, "Okay." Then he thought of something again, and lowered his head with a smile.

what--

He Qi Nian!Your mind is so filthy!

Sheng Xinghe guessed right, He Qinian was indeed in a good mood, and he was in a good mood all afternoon.

His small thoughts finally splashed a little wave in the vast ocean.

With Sheng Xinghe's character, would he ask you everywhere why you blocked me?

impossible.

That at least proves that he still has some status in Sheng Xinghe's heart.

The sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the school are blooming, and the fragrance can be smelled everywhere.

Amid bursts of refreshing fragrance, he thought about it.

As long as Sheng Xinghe doesn't have a girlfriend for a day, he still has a chance, it's better to get along well than to be angry.

Ever since, Sheng Xinghe saw that spring-faced kid again in the evening.

Facing the setting sun, He Qinian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the moment he saw Sheng Xinghe, a warm smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" He Qinian slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped firmly in front of Sheng Xinghe, "Come on."

Sheng Xinghe is tall and doesn't even need to step over. He walked over and sat down with a slight bend of his legs. "Have you ever carried people before?"

He Qinian turned his head: "Why, do you need experience to drive you? Are you recruiting a driver? Or...are you trying to find out if I have a date in disguise?"

"You think too much." Sheng Xinghe smiled, "I was afraid that you would fall to me if you were inexperienced."

He Qinian put his feet on the ground, "Then why don't you give me a ride?"

Sheng Xinghe immediately shook his head and supported the cushion, "I don't want it, you are so heavy."

"That's fine." He Qinian kicked hard, and Sheng Xinghe pulled his two calves to help him.

At the traffic light, He Qinian braked suddenly, Sheng Xinghe was completely unprepared, he swayed back, and then his whole face hit his back directly.

There was a dull sound.

"Damn it." Sheng Xinghe rubbed his nose and raised his head, "Your driving skills are too bad, the bridge of my nose is about to collapse."

He Qinian had a shocked face: "Have you ever had a protruding nose?"

Sheng Xinghe punched him on the back, and He Qinian looked up and smiled happily.

"You can hug my waist."

"No."

The front of He Qinian wobbled from side to side, but he refused to ride well, so Sheng Xinghe had no choice but to grab his shoulder.

He Qinian's shoulders are very broad, his muscles are pinched very tightly, and his exposed limbs are full of strength.

Someone looked over, Sheng Xinghe felt embarrassed and put his head on He Qinian's back.

The boy's body temperature kept rising.

Above the head are the clouds that have been burned red by the setting sun, layer upon layer, as if they want to swallow the buildings not far away, and the intoxicating fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafts to the nostrils.

He Qinian looked at the noisy street, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Bicycles pass through the bustling people on the street recklessly, blending into the twilight.