Chapter 105 Full of Energy
After having dinner with Ji Ruhui, Cong Chun returned to his dormitory.
The boy finished his shower carefully and prepared to have a video call with Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao's competition abroad is the preliminary round the day after tomorrow. Although his team is somewhat disorganized, it has at least been assembled.
After all, while a racing team may seem simple on the surface, it actually needs powerful sponsors backing it up.
His family didn't support his car hobby, nor did they approve of him, so the young master had to pay them his own salary.
Fortunately, Duan Mingxiao, though a bit mischievous, has always been a good person.
He has no bad habits, doesn't gamble, doesn't smoke, and rarely drinks. He has quite a bit of savings, and the interest alone is unimaginable.
As for luxury goods, Yun Lanshuang is the chairman, and in Duan Mingxiao's eyes, these things are no different from cheap street vendor goods costing a dozen yuan.
That wasn't enough to make him take notice; the most important thing was who was wearing those clothes.
Ms. Yun quite liked to dress up Duan Mingxiao when he was a helpless baby.
Of course, after Duan Mingxiao developed the ability to resist earlier than ordinary babies, Yun Lanshuang almost never succeeded.
Every time, the moment I put a baby hat on Duan Mingxiao, this brat would yank it off; Duan Mingxiao's strength was astonishing.
However, the eldest young master was always a size bigger than others since he was a child. Originally, Yun Lanshuang was worried that Duan Mingxiao would grow up to be a big fat boy.
Gradually, once he could walk, he stopped being fat, and later he grew incredibly fast, always a head taller than his peers, and his energy seemed limitless.
With a "beep," the video call was connected, and Cong Chun appeared on the screen with his face right in front of it, his nose almost glued to the screen.
Duan Mingxiao's dark, narrow eyes held a hint of amusement, but the young master couldn't help but laugh inside. How adorable! Like a little duckling poking its head in to forage for food. The young master frantically took screenshots.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao heard a jumble of noises coming from the other end of the video call, with Cong Chun burying his head and fiddling with something.
After a moment, Cong Chun seemed to have finally adjusted the angle, and then his whole face was revealed.
The boy's slightly droopy puppy eyes exuded an innocent and clear-headed quality, and his dark hair obediently clung to his ears.
Seeing Cong Chun's actions on the other end of the video, Duan Mingxiao felt, for some reason, that all the fatigue from training that day had vanished.
International racing is far more advanced than domestic racing, and the training volume for domestic teams is more than double that of domestic teams.
Now Cong Chun takes out his sketchbook and meticulously flips through it, then takes out a pencil and begins to draw.
Unfortunately, the young master on the other side of the screen couldn't see what Cong Chun was drawing, and Duan Mingxiao could only stare blankly.
He saw Cong Chun holding a notebook, diligently scribbling and writing.
The boy held a dark green pen with his long, slender fingers, his expression serene and serious, his long eyelashes blinking occasionally.
Duan Mingxiao wished he could reach through the phone screen right now, press the person into his arms, and kiss them.
When Cong Chun was drawing Duan Mingxiao in his racing suit, he had accidentally clicked on a racing news article and saved the photo.
Cong Chun carefully recalled Duan Mingxiao's appearance and compared it with the photos.
He only remembered that the young master had a very straight nose and bright eyes, like the big yellow dog that the neighbor next door kept.
However, Cong Chun disliked the big yellow dog, and it would bark at him every time he passed by.
Although the big yellow dog is good-looking, one of the best-looking dogs in the village, it is also very majestic when guarding the house, making it a handsome dog.
However, a dog that's aggressive towards him is a bad dog.
The rustling sound came from the other end of the video to Duan Mingxiao's ears.
Inside the hotel, the man had just taken a shower and was wearing a white bathrobe with the collar slightly open, revealing his delicate and muscular collarbone.
Behind me was a floor-to-ceiling window, outside which neon lights shone brightly.
The young master rested his chin on his hand. He had just finished training and taken a shower, and his hair was still a little damp, but his eyebrows and eyes were deep and delicate.
The competition is the day after tomorrow, and we've been training at a rented venue overseas for the past two days.
Duan Mingxiao didn't play on his phone either; he just kept a close eye on Cong Chun as he did his work.
A moment later, the young master became engrossed without realizing it.
Both of them have been very busy lately, and Cong Chun has also been thinking about the first draft of the design competition for foreign architectural firms.
If only he knew French.
The next second after thinking this, when Cong Chun looked up, she found that Duan Mingxiao on the other end of the video call had already fallen asleep on the bed.
The young master had his eyes closed, completely unguarded, just like an innocent child. Cong Chun rarely saw him so quiet; it seemed he only saw him when the young master was asleep.
Cong Chun unconsciously softened her movements, afraid of disturbing him.
He trained more than twice as hard, and the foreigners who saw him were shocked by Duan Mingxiao's relentless efforts.
But the young master never uttered the words "bitter" or "tired".
Later, their video call remained busy. The next morning, Duan Mingxiao looked through the chat history, and a slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
The golden sunlight outside the window fell on the boy's incomparably handsome face, making him look almost like a god.
Today was another day full of energy.
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