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The glass doors of the CT base closed automatically behind them, and Nan Qing and Xiao Mobai walked side by side.

As for the others, they were quite perceptive and went inside early, giving the two of them the opportunity to be alone.

Even Xiao Ba ran inside first.

When Xiao Mobai was alone with Nan Qing, he reverted to his cautious manner, and his ears would turn red whenever their eyes accidentally met.

When the two walked to the exhibition area on the right side of the reception area, Xiao Mobai acted like a tour guide, earnestly gesturing to introduce the exhibits.

"This...this is the wall of honor..."

Nan Qing's gaze swept over the wall full of photos and trophies, then stopped in front of a photo of a solo champion.

In the photo, Xiao Mobai is soaked to the bone, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He holds up the trophy, raindrops sliding down his jawline. His eyes, however, are surprisingly bright, like a wolf in the dark, sharp and piercing. He looks completely different from his current appearance, with his ears turning red.

When Xiao Mobai saw Nan Qing's gaze fall on the photo of her winning the championship in the rain, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost instinctively stepped forward to shield the photo with his body.

His voice was strained, and his fingers unconsciously gripped Nan Qing's sleeve as he spoke:

"Don't look at this, this photo is bad!"

"Qingqing, how about... how about we go and take a look at our training room?"

But he regretted it as soon as he said it. What was there to see in the training room? It was empty.

However, he was so desperate that he came up with such a clumsy way of changing the subject.

If he had known his wife would come back with him, he would have taken the photo down before leaving home this morning!

It rained right at the end of the competition, and he was a bit silly at the time, so he ran onto the stage in the rain to receive his award, which is why the photos show him looking quite disheveled.

However, Nan Qing turned slightly to the side, avoiding his gaze as he looked at the photo that he had blocked, and then looked into his slightly annoyed dark eyes, and said with a smile:

"But... I think it's really cool."

She even took out her phone and took a picture of the photo, then waved her phone at Xiao Mobai.

"Keep this as a souvenir~"

Lunch was prepared by the team members together. Of the dishes on the table, only the scrambled eggs with tomatoes placed in front of Nan Qing was made by Xiao Mobai. Mainly because that was the only dish he knew how to make, and it was the only dish he knew how to make...

Xiao Mobai sat nervously next to Nan Qing, his fingers unconsciously gripping the chair beneath him, his eyes following Nan Qing's chopsticks closely, his heart pounding.

Seeing how nervous he was, Nanqing suddenly had a wicked idea. She deliberately reached for the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes with her chopsticks, but just as she was about to touch the eggs, she nimbly turned her wrist and steered the chopsticks towards the cola chicken wings next to her.

Nan Qing slowly nibbled on the amber-colored chicken wing, deliberately looking up at the table and saying in a clear voice:

"Who made these cola chicken wings? Their skills are amazing!"

Upon hearing this, A-Yue immediately raised his hand to indicate that it was his work, and asked excitedly:

"Really? Everyone says my chicken wings are too sweet and have no taste at all. Sister Nanqing definitely has the best taste!"

While listening to A Yue speak, Nan Qing glanced at Xiao Mobai's slightly lowered head and deliberately dragged out her words as she replied:

Trust me, it's absolutely delicious!

After saying that, she reached for the boiled fish slices that Lin Yan had made with her chopsticks. The red oil slid down the white fish slices, which looked very tempting.

Seeing this, Xiao Mobai's lips were pressed into a thin line, and anyone could see the disappointment on his face. But Nan Qing pretended not to see it and avoided the tomato and egg dish in front of her every time.

Just as Nan Qing reached out and picked up another piece of garlic pork ribs, a pair of chopsticks suddenly darted in. Xiao Mobai, with a stern face, picked up a large piece of golden scrambled eggs covered in tomato sauce and forcefully placed it into Nan Qing's bowl, his voice carrying an air of unyielding authority.

"Qingqing, try this, it's delicious too..."

Nan Qing looked at the tempting egg in the bowl, then glanced at Xiao Mobai's taut jawline, chuckled, put down the rib, picked up the egg, and put it in her mouth under Xiao Mobai's intense gaze.

The taste was the same as before, still the one she liked—sweet and sour, with fluffy eggs soaked in tomato broth. Both the texture and flavor made Nanqing very satisfied.

She reached out and picked up a piece of tomato, placing it in his bowl, and smiled.

"Delicious!"

They always had a clear division of labor: he was in charge of doing the cooking, she was in charge of praising it, he was in charge of eating the tomatoes, and she was in charge of eating the eggs.

For Nan Qing, serving food to Xiao Mobai was a habit, and there was no awkwardness at all. But for Xiao Mobai, it was as if he had won a big prize. Looking at the bright red tomato on the rice, his eyes lit up instantly, like a star suddenly lit up in the night sky.

He quickly picked up the bowl, as if afraid someone would snatch it from him, and shoveled the rice and the tomato into his mouth with great joy.

Ever since Nan Qing put that piece of tomato on his plate, he seemed to have turned on a switch. He became much more relaxed and no longer only dared to steal glances at Nan Qing. He looked at people much more openly and honestly, and he no longer blushed just from making eye contact.

He also pushed the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes directly in front of Nan Qing, keeping piling eggs onto her plate, while the tomatoes went into his own bowl.

He didn't know why he felt that scrambled eggs with tomatoes should have lots of eggs, nor did he know why he subconsciously only put eggs on her plate, while naturally eating all the tomatoes himself, leaving not a single one.

Anyway, he just felt deep down that his wife liked to eat eggs, especially eggs soaked in tomato sauce, but she definitely didn't like tomato.

Perhaps it's a bit mystical, but he felt that he and his wife were a match made in heaven!

See? She likes the eggs in scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and he likes the tomatoes in scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Aren't they a match made in heaven?

After dinner, Nanqing played a few games with the CT team. Around 4 p.m., she said goodbye to everyone. Xiao Mobai offered to take her home, but Nanqing refused, saying that someone would come to pick her up later.

The afternoon sun slanted across the entrance of the CT base. Xiao Mobai stood beside Nan Qing, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something, constantly thinking about how to arrange to meet Nan Qing again.

Just as he was deciding what to say, a black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down, revealing a handsome man in a white shirt in the driver's seat. Nan Qing then turned around and suddenly spoke to him:

"Xiao Mobai, thank you for your hospitality today! The tomato and egg dish was delicious~ Let's meet again next time~"

Xiao Mobai stupidly replied "okay," and then watched helplessly as his wife got into that man's car again.

That's right, it's that man, the gigolo who ate with his wife and made her pay the bill!

That mistress's hand was practically on his wife's waist!

But he could only watch as the black Maybach carrying his wife sped away once again.

His right hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining a waving gesture, and his fingertips were a little cold.