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Lin Yueqin chuckled in his arms and couldn't help but say, "Your heart is beating so fast!"

In fact, she didn't want to speak and destroy the quiet atmosphere, but his heartbeat was really fast, and the vigorous vitality was transmitted through his chest, beating against her eardrums again and again, which was really hard for her to ignore.

Jiang Gao was stunned for a second, then tried to calm down: "Yeah, I'm a little nervous."

His low and hoarse voice came from above her head, and Lin Yueqin's heart tightened. She didn't expect that he would blurt out such words.

She couldn't help but squinting her eyes and smiling in his arms: "Actually, I'm also very nervous. If a doctor came with a stethoscope to listen to us now, he would definitely think we were sick."

He unconsciously chuckled softly above her head, and his heartbeat seemed to slow down a little as he listened to her joke.

The two of them hugged each other quietly for a while.

Jiang Gao seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Summer Games...will you come to watch the game?" he said slowly.

"Hmm? That depends on how busy I am. Mainly because Shanghai is a bit far away."

"What if... in Beijing?"

"Beijing? Then I will definitely come as long as I am free."

"Why in Beijing? Isn't your competition in Shanghai?" Lin Yueqin asked with some confusion.

"Well, most of the games will be in Shanghai, but some teams will have their own home games, and we will go to their cities to compete. This season, there's Beijing, so we might come to Beijing."

"Really! That's great! But even in Beijing, I have to be free! But even in Shanghai, I'll come if I'm free."

"Hmm." He raised his lips slightly and continued, "Then...what about the finals?"

"Where is the finals?"

He tried to think about it and said casually, "I don't know either, I'm just asking casually." His face was a little hot.

Lin Yueqin slowly raised her head in his arms, a smile like stars in her eyes, and answered seriously: "Yes, I will come to the finals."

She rarely made such firm promises, and she would always subconsciously calculate in her mind: Am I free that day? Will there be any unexpected matters? What if I'm not in a good mood that day?... She would think about it a lot, and she would worry a lot.

But now she didn't even know the time and place of the finals, but still answered subconsciously.

She just wanted to make a promise, she felt that a promise should be made.

He looked down at her.

They were too close, their eyes met silently, and there was a tenderness in their eyes like water.

The silent and affectionate gaze made Lin Yueqin's ears hot. She lowered her head uncomfortably, rubbed lightly in his arms, and then broke free.

"Okay, Teacher Jiang, see you next time. Bye!" She said to him with a smile and tried to take two steps back to create distance between them.

As soon as the words fell,

Jiang Gao took a step forward, and his tall figure instantly enveloped her, and the familiar aura surrounded her again.

"Hold me for a while longer." His voice was low and flat, and his pleasant voice contained a tenderness that could not be refused.

This time he placed his chin just above her shoulder blades.

Lin Yueqin nodded in his arms like a chick pecking at rice.

The corners of their mouths rose at the same time.

Well, the familiar temperature, the ambiguous atmosphere, the reluctance to part,

Everything is addictive.

…

The next day, Lin Yueqin switched back to being a working person in the workplace.

Since their last conversation, Lin Yueqin basically notifies Qin Miaomu when recording a program.

After just finishing recording the second interview program, she sat in the dressing room backstage to remove her makeup.

"I didn't expect this job to be so tiring! I thought your recording had nothing to do with me, so I just stood there and watched. But our staff also had to be on standby at any time and kept going to get things!" Qin Miaomu, who was standing aside, complained while rubbing his sore shoulders.

Lin Yueqin smiled softly when she heard this, "I told you this job is different from what you imagined."

Qin Miaomu nodded: "It's indeed a little different, but it's okay, I can accept it."

She is like a heartless little girl, her troubles come and go quickly.

After complaining, he took out his mobile phone, ready to seize every free moment to relax through electronic products.

As she was scrolling, her eyes suddenly lit up and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Wow, Moon, this video is pretty good!"

"Hmm?" Lin Yueqin raised her eyebrows. She hadn't had time to check her phone today.

"He posted a video of a professional player's daily life on Weibo. It seems that many champion players in the league have filmed this video. His video is pretty good." Qin Miaomu explained and tried to show her the content on his phone.

Although it was only a moment, Lin Yueqin also saw the familiar scenes and familiar characters in the video.

"Really?" Lin Yueqin's heart skipped a beat, and as she recalled the day of the shoot, her voice softened, a subtle hint of nervousness etched in it. She suppressed the urge to lean over and look at the screen.

"Yeah!" Qin Miaomu paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes with an ambiguous expression, and raised the corners of his mouth even higher, then changed the subject: "But it's obvious that this photo was taken by his girlfriend!"

Lin Yueqin's heart skipped a beat. This time, she couldn't ignore it anymore. Her voice rose unconsciously: "Ah? How did you tell that?"

"This is the girlfriend's perspective! Look at this angle, it's so well taken! Unlike our Mu Chi's fatal angle, it's obviously my mother's. No, it was his mother who took the photo, and it's still the old Qing Dynasty quality." She complained in a very vivid tone.

He suddenly remembered his past "great achievements" and began to feel a little smug. "Let me tell you, I'm really good at observing clues through videos. I'm really good! There was a Korean idol who just randomly showed a drink in his video, and I immediately concluded that he had a sister-in-law!"

"Tsk! Guess what! As expected! Haha, nothing can be hidden from my eyes!" Qin Miaomu said extremely excitedly, and suddenly reacted, looking at Lin Yueqin who looked a little confused in the mirror.

She thought Lin Yueqin didn't care about this matter before, "Ah! You don't know yet! Moon said in the live broadcast room that he has a girlfriend. Now that he's on vacation, he must have gone to find his girlfriend!"

"Ah...huh?" Lin Yueqin tried to force a smile.

Qin Miaomu thought about her sister's previous behavior and asked tentatively with suspicion and worry. "Sister, you are not... also his girlfriend's fan, right?" Then she denied herself, "It doesn't seem like it!"

"Ah? I'm not." Lin Yueqin admitted that she was frightened by her words and laughed awkwardly.

She muttered in her heart: I’m not his girlfriend fan, I’m his girlfriend.

The tips of her ears were already tinged with red.

Phew~ Fortunately, I have my hair down today so no one will notice anything unusual.

"I knew it! Fortunately you're not."

She went on to add: "Let me tell you, Moon's previous live broadcast was really bold. He actually dared to say directly that he had a girlfriend! It's crazy! You don't know, his girlfriend's fans were heartbroken, but the popularity has increased to a higher level, and many people came to watch the fun." Qin Miaomu lowered her voice, as if she was talking about some incredible gossip, just like the uncles and aunts who sat together in the community park every day and played crickets.

Lin Yueqin looked at her beaming face, her lips curled up slightly, but she didn't respond.

After get off work,

She walked in the familiar neighborhood, knowing that the familiar figure would not be there, but her eyes still unconsciously drifted towards the bench.

The group of children sat on the chairs again, but this time in the middle of them was a little boy holding a cell phone.

This child, who looked a little older than them, was playing games, and the children around him were still chattering and directing his operations.

The happiness and freedom remain.

Only ten days? She couldn't help but laugh, and even felt a sense of loss.

The light remains the same, the silhouette remains the same.

…

The FD players and coaching team who came back from vacation chose to have dinner together in the evening.

The soup pot was bubbling with steam, but the atmosphere at the table was a little heavy.

"What do you mean? Is this a farewell dinner?" A voice broke the silence.

"I don't think so." Changyan pulled the corner of his mouth, and his smile was a little forced.

Then he said: "I will probably still be on the roster next season."

"Changyan, isn't it just one season? We only have one championship." The voice gradually became lower from the initial questioning, with unwillingness.

"I also want to continue playing with everyone. Who wouldn't want to stay on the court? But I really have no choice," he said bitterly.

"Can you really not hold on any longer?" Spider tried to ask.

"I will definitely continue to play as long as I can. I also tried to train, but the pain in my hand has been really severe recently. The doctor recommended that I have surgery for treatment."

"In fact, last season I thought that would be the last dance of my career, so I have let it go after I was able to persevere to the last step of last season. I was also so lucky to win the cup with everyone. I really feel that I have no regrets in my career."

The coach beside him patted him on the back.

The other team members were silently eating the food in their bowls, fiddling with it with their chopsticks, but they couldn't taste it.

We all understand that professional pain is inevitable, and we all know the truth. It's just that it was so sudden. The teammates we fought alongside just a few weeks ago are leaving, and it's still a little hard to accept, and there's a lot of sadness.

They still need time.

"Then...will you come back after you recover?" asked the naughty boy who had not spoken for a long time.

"It depends on the recovery. If I can... I will."

"Well, then... we'll wait for your return!" One Wan stopped eating with his chopsticks and looked at him.

Changyan shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't wait for me, you must move forward without hesitation and win a few more championships for FD. If you are lucky, I will catch up with you."

A few people just nodded, and felt their throats tighten and their voices became hoarse.

They all lowered their eyes again.

After dinner, since the restaurant was close to the club, they chose to walk back.

A few people were strolling around the street, some were looking down at their phones, and some were putting their arms around each other's shoulders and talking about interesting things during the holidays.

Everyone is trying to forget the unpleasantness, but the road is still long and we must all try to move forward.

Only Jiang Gao was left at the end of the team, with his hands in his trouser pockets, no expression on his face, and his eyes staring calmly at the dim road ahead.

"Moon, are you in a bad mood? I saw you didn't say much just now." Changyan slowed down and walked to Jiang Gao.

Jiang Gao shook his head.

"Don't keep anything in your heart. We are all brothers. You can come to me if you have any problems later."

"Um."

Looking at the still taciturn Moon, Changyan paused, then turned his head to look at Jiang Gao and said, "Since my debut, I've won two championships."

"Um."

He chuckled and continued, "And I think you must be more than that."

Jiang Gao stopped and looked at him.

Changyan continued, "So... I hope you always hold on to your dreams and keep moving forward. I believe in you."

Jiang Gao paused completely, looked at him, took a deep breath,

"Okay, thank you."

Changyan smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Let's go."

After taking two steps, Jiang Gao, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly asked in a low voice, "Um... when are you having the surgery?"

"tomorrow."

Jiang Gao's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Seeing this, Changyan tried to speak in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, don't worry about me, Moon, anyway, you have to cheer up!"

Then he patted his arm again.

"Changyan," Jiang Gao's voice was a little hoarse.

"You too...you should do your best too."

"I wish you a speedy recovery."

Changyan smiled.

"Um."

There is no moon tonight, and the dim street lights make the shadows of the two people very long.