Wreath of Glory
The two of them were chatting happily, but a big commotion arose among the other contestants.
"Mo Xiaohuan's score is cancelled?! Did she break the rules?!"
Mo Xiaohuan, who has long been able to occupy the top three positions in the country due to his strong strength, not only failed to make it into the top three in this competition, but also failed to leave a result. At the end of the eight players, the sign of cancelled results caught everyone's attention.
In the 400m and other sprint events, lane-cutting and lane-jumping are considered violations. Even if athletes are experienced, accidents can happen during the competition.
Because of the high centrifugal force on a curve, if a runner fails to control their speed and the angle between their body and the ground, they can easily step over the line and intrude into the lane of others. This is also one of the technical difficulties of cornering. If the control is not good, it will not only result in a poor performance, but also a complete failure.
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The competition was over. As a Grand Prix race, the award ceremony was not grand. Qu Chi received a medal and a certificate of honor. His face, which had originally returned to calm and indifferent, couldn't help but bend into a small arc.
"Quchi contestant."
She heard a familiar voice and looked up, and saw Qin Chengmo standing there in a black coat. In his hand, besides a banner, he also held a wrapped flower.
Qu Chi reflexively reached into his pocket, and only when he felt what he wanted did he smile and walked towards him.
His steps were brisk, and he even jogged a few steps at the end.
"Can you come in? I was thinking of looking for you later."
"He Yang is the special guest."
So he is a relative.
Qu Chi smiled and handed the folded banner in his hand to Qin Chengmo.
After a few months, the color of the banner faded a little, but her signature with a marker was particularly bright because she wrote each stroke with great effort.
The moment the two hands overlapped, Qin Chengmo tightened his palms involuntarily, but only held the banner handed over by Qu Chi.
He hid his disappointment and congratulated her.
"First place, you did it."
Contestants like Qu Chi and Li Yali admitted it openly, but felt a little embarrassed after hearing what Qin Chengmo said.
"It's just a tryout."
"No matter how big the stadium you go to in the future, I will definitely go."
Qu Chi's heart seemed to be pickled with soda. The sour and sweet taste, coupled with the bursting bubbles, became the most appropriate description of his mood at the moment. He was very happy and excited.
"Thank you, thank you for your support, I will definitely run well." I will never give up again.
Qu Chi expressed his sincere gratitude and even took a step back and bowed solemnly to thank him.
Qin Chengmo's body froze, and he could only watch as the girl he liked misunderstood his support as simple fan behavior.
She was so sincere from beginning to end, and he liked it, but it also made him feel a little sad.
Although he is indeed a fan, it is not that pure.
After Qu Chi finished bowing and stood up straight, he looked directly into Qin Chengmo's eyes.
The two looked at each other in silence. Qu Chi waited for a while, and when he saw that he really had nothing to say, he pointed behind him and said:
"Then I'll go back first?"
Qin Chengmo immediately reached out to stop him: "Wait, wait."
Qu Chi: "Hmm?"
Qin Chengmo hesitated for a while before handing over the flowers and the banner he had prepared.
"this……"
Qu Chi ignored the flowers and took the banner directly, spreading his hands: "Where's the pen?"
Qin Chengmo handed her a pen, and Qu Chi quickly signed his name.
When she signed, she saw the picture printed on it and noticed that it seemed different from the previous one.
"When was this painted?"
In the new banner, the little man is squatting on the starting blocks with sharp and fierce eyes, but because it is a Q version little man, he looks a little cute.
It was probably only similar in spirit. If Qin Chengmo hadn't handed it to her, she probably wouldn't have thought it was herself, because the painting was a little too cute.
Qin Chengmo's gaze also moved away from her face and fell on the banner.
"When you participated in the school sports meet."
Qu Chi couldn't help but open her mouth. She really didn't expect this answer.
“That’s all…”
"In my freshman year of high school."
When she first entered high school, she was an "ordinary" athlete. Then, thanks to her performance in the school sports meeting, she was spotted by the provincial team coach and the school track and field team, which officially marked the beginning of her professional career.
Qu Chi never expected that Qin Chengmo would watch her game earlier than she thought.
Qin Chengmo also recalled the scene at that time. In fact, his memory was already vague, but the part about Qu Chi was particularly clear.
She crossed the finish line calmly and steadily, with a professional running posture, a slight smile on her face when she stood on the podium, and a pair of eyes that showed she was extremely serious about the school sports meet.
Qu Chi's fingers rubbed the smooth patch, and she once again solemnly thanked the boy who had supported her without her knowledge: "Thank you."
Qin Chengmo said nothing, but handed over the flowers in his hand again. His face was calm and composed, but his slender fingers that could play ten songs in a row without shaking were trembling slightly under the exquisite packaging of the bouquet.
In response to his expectation, Qu Chi pursed his lips and shook his head.
His hands stopped shaking and his heart was broken.
Qu Chi said apologetically:
"It feels weird to receive flowers, and they're... roses?"
Qu Chi didn't know nothing, but Qin Chengmo felt that the fact that she seemed to know a little bit made his heart ache the most.
I rejected his flowers because I knew a little bit. If I knew nothing, he would be able to give them away. But if I accepted them without knowing anything, I guess he wouldn't be happy either.
After comforting himself in his heart, Qin Chengmo had no choice but to take back the flowers and chuckled:
"After my performance, people always send me flowers. I thought I'd give you one too, but I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, so I only prepared one. I didn't expect you to be rejected anyway."
Qu Chi scratched his head, looking at the bright red flowers and unable to bring himself to accept them. He felt bad seeing Qin Chengmo's somewhat lost look.
"Wait a minute."
She immediately took off the wreath from her neck, and the flower wreath symbolizing honor lay in the palm of her hand, which she handed over steadily.
"Here you go," Qu Chi said with a smile, "From what you said, you have a lot of experience in collecting flowers. This is for you. Thank you for coming to watch my competition."
Qin Chengmo's heart began to bubble again.
"Thank you, but I usually don't accept flowers given to me."
Qu Chi retracted his hand, feeling a little embarrassed: "So you're also going to refuse to come back?"
Each person gives once and each person refuses once, which seems fair.
Qin Chengmo mustered up his courage, a courage that Qu Chi could not understand. He grabbed Qu Chi's hand that was about to be withdrawn and whispered.
"Could you please put it on me?"
Qu Chi was a little confused for a moment.
Those who can present awards are all accomplished people. At least at her young age, it is impossible for her to have presented awards to others or put a wreath on anyone's head.
Qin Chengmo just lowered his head, as if waiting for her praise.
Qu Chi's heart seemed to be stabbed, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse. She felt that such an action was very strange, and it made her feel numb from the back of her spine. Even seeing the top of Qin Chengmo's head felt strange, with soft hair sticking to his slender neck.
Qu Chi couldn't help but think, he must look cold?
Qu Chi's retracted hand just stopped.
Qin Chengmo didn't look, he just suppressed his restless heart and waited, and finally felt the cold flower wreath falling on his neck, bringing a slightly cool touch.
"Okay, I'll give it to you." Qu Chi pretended to be calm and admired the scene of him wearing the wreath.
Qin Chengmo stroked the wreath, but his eyes were fixed on Qu Chi's face.
Qu Chi's heartbeat began to accelerate. She deliberately avoided Qin Chengmo's sight and pretended to be concentrating on appreciating the gift she had given.
"Luckily, it was fresh flowers this time. If it were plastic wreaths, the organizers would have recycled them."
Qin Chengmo: "Really?"
Qu Chi nodded: "Yeah."
Suddenly she remembered something and looked behind Qin Chengmo.
"I seemed to hear someone cheering me on next to you today. Did they come with you?"
Qin Chengmo didn't expect that she had noticed someone else, and his heart felt like it was stabbed.
"...someone, a lot of people like you, but he's not with me."
Qu Chi: "Oh, okay, he's gone, right? I also want to thank him. His cheers were so loud, I could hear them clearly."
Qin Chengmo: "...I gave him the trumpet."
Qu Chi was stunned: "Huh?"
Qin Chengmo was still unwilling: "And if you use the loudspeaker, you will be taken away by the security."
Qu Chi scratched his head and said, "Well, I really shouldn't disturb others from watching the game."
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