The last time?
Qu Tang muttered to himself, perhaps because he was tired, he didn't say a word for the last time, just breathing shallowly.
Qu Chi put his arm around her waist and asked in a low voice:
"Help you get into bed? Or go to the hospital?"
Qu Tang sighed and said in a hoarse voice:
"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow. Let me take some time off."
Qu Chi used his hands to pull Qu Tang up along with the plaster.
She chuckled softly and covered Qu Tang with the quilt.
"After I retire, I can still work as a nurse. I'm strong and can handle people."
Qu Tang grinned and laughed silently.
Only Qu Chi could joke with her about retirement. She felt as bitter as ever, but she also felt a little happier.
In the dark room, Qu Tang couldn't help but wonder what she could do in the future, become a figure skating coach? She was only nineteen years old, and her young life had been dedicated to figure skating. Sometimes she felt satisfied, and sometimes she wondered if the life she hadn't experienced would be better.
She thought about how Qu Chi had switched to three programs and experienced different projects, each of which was very talented, but would she regret not having followed only one path like her?
Thinking of this, Qu Tang held her hand and said softly but solemnly:
"Xiaochi, I hope you will never have any regrets. I won't blame myself for jumping so high, because if I could do it again, I would still do it. My beloved figure skating may no longer be in my future, but I am very happy. Until the last moment, I was doing my best to love it."
Qu Chi's hand trembled slightly, and finally she patted Qu Tang's hand and walked out of the room.
What Qu Tang wanted to say was that she had tried her best to jump every time, so she would never regret the past. So what about her? She also had to try her best to run every time so that she would not have regrets in the future?
She seemed to really need this now. If she didn't try her best to sprint to achieve that speed, one day in the future, she would definitely regret why she didn't work harder and attend the long-awaited event at her best age.
A hint of obscurity flashed in Qu Chi's eyes. He raised his eyes and met four pairs of expectant eyes.
Qu Chi calmed down and said, "Wait until she has a good sleep. She said she'll go to the hospital tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, Xiaochi, thank you." The speaker was Qu Tang's coach. Her face was full of tears, and she couldn't wipe them away with her hands.
Qu Chi didn't like this kind of thanks: "She figured it out on her own. I guess she just wanted to be alone."
The mother wiped her tears, took a few deep breaths, and asked with concern: "How is your training? Will the coach have any objections to you taking leave?"
Qu Chi shook his head: "The coach is very good."
Mother: "Okay, that's good. When will you go back for training? Will you stay home tonight?"
Qu Chi agreed, and the next day he watched Qu Tang get on the car to the hospital before returning to the winter training base alone.
It took two days to go back and forth, and Qu Chi reported to He Yang first.
He Yang didn't know that Qu Tang was the injured family member she mentioned. He didn't ask any more questions, but only said one question:
"Is everything taken care of?"
Qu Chi nodded.
She then said, "Okay, I'll give you half a day off this morning. Continue training in the afternoon and focus on it."
Qu Chi: "Okay."
She wanted to go back and rest for a while. It took three hours by high-speed rail from Jing'an to the winter training base. Although she didn't get carsick, she felt tired.
At the door, she was stopped by Dong Zichun again.
Seeing her hesitate to speak, Qu Chi asked first, "Aren't you training?"
Dong Zichun: "I'll be out for a while, and then I'll be back after I finish asking questions."
"Didn't you say you'd surpass me sooner or later? If you train half an hour less, you'll surpass me half an hour later."
Dong Zichun's face darkened a little: "I can train myself, you don't need to worry about it. I just want to ask what happened to Qu Tang."
"fine."
Dong Zichun breathed a sigh of relief, "It shouldn't affect the rest of the game."
She thought she had guessed that the result was very serious. After all, seeing Qu Chi's calm look, she thought Qu Tang might have just twisted it slightly. If it was more serious, a season of recuperation should be enough.
But Qu Chi remained calm. She opened the door silently, then said:
"No," she said as she entered. "After all, there might not be any future competitions."
Dong Zichun: “…”
The door slammed shut and she raised her fist to hit it, but in the end, her anger was blocked in her chest and she turned and left.
When Qu Chi said he wanted to rest, he really slept. He hadn't trained for two days. An athlete's body had long been accustomed to training, but after two days of rest, Qu Chi felt that his body was not adapted to such leisure and relaxation.
During the afternoon training, He Yang also noticed this and added some more training programs to help her recover.
"Qu Chi, Dong Zichun, training match in half an hour, warm up and get ready."
Qu Chi cast a look at Dong Zichun and found that Dong Zichun's eyes were full of fire. This state should make her full of determination to defeat her. However, in the 400-meter race, competitive spirit is a good thing, but it must be controlled and not let it get to her head.
Standing in front of the starting blocks, before she heard any instructions, Qu Chi closed her eyes and looked up. She only saw darkness, and her thoughts were drifting, until Dong Zichun asked her:
"What are you thinking about?"
Her tone was cold and hard, as if asking why he was still distracted when the competition was about to start.
Qu Chi's eyes slowly focused: "I'm thinking about how to beat myself."
Dong Zichun was stunned for a moment and asked back: "Shouldn't you be thinking about how to beat me? I'm your opponent, you look down on me!"
Qu Chi glanced at her and said, "My current PB is higher. How to defeat your opponent should be your concern."
Dong Zichun's face was full of excitement again.
"preparation!"
"Bang!"
The blanks used for training exploded, and the two-person competition officially began.
The 400-meter track, measured by footsteps and calculated by time, is so short, yet it seems like a long dream.
The moment he jumped up and took off, Qu Chi thought -
Will this competition be the last one?
The moment the smooth moon blade passed across the curved runway, Qu Chi thought—
If so, she would really regret it.
Surpassing Dong Zichun's passing, Qu Chi thought -
You will regret not trying your best, you will regret not breaking through yourself, and you will regret not touching the mountains.
Reluctance will motivate her to try again, but unfortunately, she can no longer do anything.
In the sprint, Quchi lengthened his stride, alternating his legs, almost forming an afterimage. There was not much fresh oxygen in the lungs, but the body felt refreshed.
She doesn't want any regrets. Every time, every time, how can she allow herself to have any regrets for her love? Whether it was figure skating or the 100 meters, she has tried her best. So this time, she will treat every tomorrow as an unexpected day, and then, like Qu Tang, say... I tried my best and have no regrets.
Cross the finish line!
Qu Chi walked two steps by inertia, and finally his legs went limp. He slowly supported himself with his hands, and struggled to get up to see the coach.
"Coach, I..."
He Yang looked at the numbers on the display screen, wishing she could put her eyes close to them and read them carefully again. She didn't react for a moment and realized that Qu Chi was calling her.
Qu Chi gasped for breath, his eyes meeting the dazed Dong Zichun.
Why did she have this expression? Qu Chi remembered that she had surpassed Dong Zichun during the race and had absolutely not given her any chance to overtake, so what had happened to Dong Zichun?
He Yang finally clapped his hands and looked at her in admiration:
"Qu Chi, you are a genius."
Qu Chi focused his eyes on the screen, only taking in the numbers in the first row.
51.63 seconds.
What a beautiful number, 0.63 seconds left. She wanted to say to herself, great, I did a great job today.
Dong Zichun stood beside her:
"you……"
Her hesitant voice revealed the turmoil in her heart.
Dong Zichun opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word of congratulations. He could only whisper with a hint of sarcasm, "Why, is it to carry Qu Tang's will and to participate in international competitions?"
Qu Chi looked at him coldly, and Dong Zichun fell silent.
"If you keep thinking about how powerful Qu Tang is, you will only be left far behind by me, because not only can you not see your opponent, you can't even see yourself."
After Qu Chi finished speaking, he said hello to He Yang and went to change his clothes before continuing the review.
After a competition that pushed her to break through herself, her body was already covered in sweat. If she didn't change her clothes in time, her body would not cool down naturally.
He Yang waved her hand to let her leave, then looked at Dong Zichun and waved her over. She had something that she needed to tell Dong Zichun immediately.
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