Every Thursday night, Meng Yufan and Yang Xiao's regular date.
Because of Meng Yufan's extra training on weekends, the two have not seen each other for a long time on weekends. Only on Thursday night they can have a meal, chat, and discuss several ways to applaud for love to relieve the pressure on them. .
When Coach Wu heard that Meng Yufan was going to take a leave of absence and slip out of the school, his face immediately turned ugly.
"Last week you said that the bathroom leaked and flooded the downstairs, and last week you said that relatives you haven't seen for many years came to visit you... What reason do you want to use this week?"
Meng Yufan had already rushed out of the basketball hall with most of his body, and only half of his foot was still on the floor of the basketball hall. "Coach, I'm sick, please take sick leave!"
"You? Sick leave?" Coach Wu saw that his voice was like a bell, and his face was full of sunshine. Naturally, he didn't believe it. "What's wrong?"
"lovesickness!"
He threw this sentence down confidently, Meng Yufan didn't look back, and rushed out of the coach's line of sight.
Coach Wu waved his fist at his back angrily and shouted, "Run ten laps to the playground at six o'clock tomorrow morning!"
It's a pity that Meng Yufan can't listen to anything now. He is now terminally ill, and he just wants to see a doctor!
…
Meng Yufan took a ride to the TV station. Because there were so many people on the subway in the evening rush hour, he squeezed three times to get on the subway. He thought that he would definitely make Sister Xiaoxiao angry when he was late, but when he arrived at the parking lot, he didn't see the figure of day and night thinking.
Meng Yufan: "...?"
He sent Yang Xiao a message.
After the rain, the sky is sunny: Dear customer, the boyfriend you ordered is being delivered. The delivery man has arrived downstairs, please pick up the goods as soon as possible. If you are satisfied, please give a good review~
After the rain, the sky is sunny: [rose] [kiss] [like]
This WeChat message was sent, and after waiting for five minutes, there was still no reply from Yang Xiao.
Strange, are you working overtime? Don't care about your phone
Seeing that it was getting darker and fewer people in the parking lot, Meng Yufan pressed the dial button and called Yang Xiao.
He called several times in a row, and the call was finally connected.
The girl's tired voice sounded on the other end of the radio wave with a hint of anxiety: "Yu Fan, I'm sorry I was busy with work just now, why did you suddenly call me?"
Meng Yufan replied, "It's Thursday, did you forget that we agreed to meet today?"
"...Ah." There was a voice flipping through the calendar on the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, I forgot, have you arrived yet?"
"Yes, I'm downstairs."
"Then wait a moment, I'll go downstairs now."
Meng Yufan felt distressed for her and hurriedly said, "If you are working overtime, you don't have to run down to eat with me. I can just go back to school."
"It's not 'I eat with you'," Yang Xiao said tiredly, "it's 'you eat with me' - I want to see you so much now."
Three minutes later, Yang Xiao, who was beaten at work, staggered into the parking lot.
She stopped in front of Meng Yufan like a ghost, opened the zipper of the super long down jacket on the boy, then stretched out two cold hands around his waist, and then fell into his chest.
Meng Yufan hurriedly hugged her back, wrapping her in a warm chest and a soft down jacket, so that she could rest assured in his arms and absorb the temperature of his body.
"It's so hard to be a social animal..." Yang Xiao sighed in despair, "Meng Yufan, your family is so rich, can you buy our TV station? No, buy our channel... Really can't just buy our program group. Okay! Let me be the petite wife of a domineering president?"
She originally meant to complain like a spoiled brat, but she thought Meng Yufan took it seriously, and answered honestly: "Do you need a title for your show? If you have a budget of several million a year, I can discuss it with my parents, and they should agree. of."
Yang Xiao: "…"
Well, Meng Yufan is indeed not a domineering president, but she can be the domineering president's daughter-in-law.
"I'm joking." Yang Xiao raised his head from his arms, propped his chin on his chest, and spoke to him in a muffled voice, "And a few million a year, but I can't name my current show—I've changed groups, From the variety channel to the satellite TV, I am in charge of a competitive reality show."
She hadn't told Meng Yufan about her job transfer before, and she wanted to surprise him. Who would have thought that this surprise would come to such twists and turns.
"Satellite TV?! Sister Xiaoxiao, have you been promoted??"
"It's not a promotion, the position is still a director, but it's considered a job in the big house..."
But Ouchi is too difficult to get along with. In the old days, "If you can't cure the noble concubine, you will bury her with her!" Now there is "if you can't come up with a plan, get out of my way!".
Zhou Hui asked Yang Xiao to hand over a brand new program plan within two and a half days, starting from scratch and rebuilding from the ruins - but now it has been a day and a half, and her progress is still zero.
Yesterday, she only slept for three hours, and even went over the wall to watch variety shows with similar themes abroad. She gathered a bunch of inspirations, but she couldn't sort it out. Originally, a complete plan for a program would take at least three months to polish, but Zhou Hui asked her to put her time into three days, which was an impossible task.
But let her give up and obediently go back to the original channel, Yang Xiao is definitely not reconciled. She can only sit in front of the computer, use up all her experience, grab those disobedient inspirations, wrap them in the most gorgeous and cumbersome nonsense, and then put them one by one in the ppt.
However, she always felt that something was missing...
"Forget it, don't mention work." Yang Xiao said listlessly, "Let's find a nearby restaurant for dinner. I can't date you tonight. I'll be back to work overtime later."
"Do I have to go back to Taiwan?" Meng Yufan once again showed a pitiful look like a golden retriever, "We haven't seen each other for a long time..."
One side is the male sex, the other side is the work that has no progress... Yang Xiao struggled in the whirlpool of reason and lust.
In the end, it was work that got the upper hand and brought her sanity back: "…Although I can work anywhere as long as I have a computer, working in the office is quieter and less distracting."
"Then I'll find you a quieter place, and I promise not to disturb you, so I'll stay by your side quietly, okay
We haven't seen each other for a week and I don't want to waste the night. "
The girl laughed: "How can there be such a place? You don't want to say, let's go to the hotel to open a room, I'm working, you can sit next to me and watch me work? The room fee is several hundred a night, and I don't want to waste this money."
Meng Yufan shook his head and said mysteriously, "Don't worry, it will definitely satisfy you."
…
Yang Xiao stood outside the door of an apartment, dumbfounded as Meng Yufan took out his access card and swiped open the door.
This community is very close to the TV station, and downstairs is the subway station. The surrounding facilities are complete, with dedicated housekeepers and cleaning staff. It is one of the best serviced apartments. Renovated and ready to move in, this community was sold out as soon as it opened; the price per square meter listed on the second-hand housing website was worth Yang Xiao’s salary for several months.
"... This is what you rented?" Yang Xiao asked.
"No." Meng Yufan shook his head, "I bought it."
The door opened, and the whole house was very clean, but not the kind of unpopular clean. There was a coat hanging in the entrance, the shoe cabinet was open, and the two pairs of sneakers that were too late to put in were slanted aside. It seemed that the boy was in a hurry when he left. There is a peach blossom in the vase on the table, which adds a sense of spring in the cold winter.
"..." Yang Xiao asked, "Why did you never say that your family has a house next to the TV station?"
Before they dated, they went to restaurants and hotels, but Meng Yufan never took her back to his house. Instead, Yang Xiao not only brought Meng Yufan back to his parents, but also let him go to the rental house where he and his best friend lived.
The boy vaguely sensed that this was a proposition, and hurriedly explained: "I just bought this house! My house is in a villa area outside the city, and I basically don't go back when my parents are away. During the Spring Festival, my parents are not Have you come back? They saw that you worked hard and often worked overtime. They were afraid that it would be unsafe for you to drive home alone, so they simply bought this house next to the TV station. If you work overtime in the future, you can come and live here directly. We will also meet in the future. You don't have to go out on dates again and again."
There were two door cards in total. Meng Yufan took out the other one prepared in advance and handed it to Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao looked at the room card, then looked at the boy in front of him, and murmured, "I remember your parents only stayed in the country for ten days, right?"
"Yup."
"In ten days, they bought a suite next to my workplace?"
If it hadn't been for the Spring Festival holiday, and the formalities were delayed for a long time, Mother Yang could have won the suite faster.
Yang Xiao silently calculated the house price in his heart. Days, being the daughter-in-law of a domineering president is really stressful.
The two ordered takeout, and while waiting for the takeout to be delivered, Yang Xiao turned the house around. This house is not big, with one bedroom and one living room of 40 square meters. The kitchen and dining room are open-plan and integrated with the living room.
The balcony has a large space, and a computer desk and bookcase are cleverly embedded in the wall, making the balcony function as a study at the same time, and it is convenient to work at any time. Presumably when the weather is fine, watching the sun shine through the shutters into the balcony, and sitting lazily under the window with a book, must be very pleasant.
Meng Yufan has no habit of playing games, and the computer at home is completely equipped for Yang Xiao. The grid of the bookcase was also empty, and Yang Xiao suddenly had the urge to buy a lot of books and fill it all up.
In front of the TV cabinet in the living room was a half-disassembled packaging cardboard box. Yang Xiao looked around curiously and found some golden trophies, photo frames and newspaper clippings inside.
Needless to say, this must be an honor Meng Yufan has received since he was a child.
With so many trophies piled up together, the visual impact is extremely powerful. Yang Xiao feels that he has no idea where to start.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, don't look at those things, those are all things from my childhood." Meng Yufan was a little embarrassed, he blocked Yang Xiao's hand and kneaded her in his palm, "There's really nothing to see. At that time, I participated in too many games, and my family must not be able to put it down, so my mother asked me to move some of them here."
But the more embarrassed he was, the more Yang Xiao looked at it. She reached out and took out a photo frame from the cardboard box. In the photo, more than a dozen tall teenagers stood side by side, wearing bright orange team uniforms, and everyone looked bright. Below the photo is a line of gilded small characters: Gold Medal in the xx Cup National U14 Basketball Competition.
U14, refers to the group under the age of fourteen. In other words, the boys in the photo should all be 12 or 13 years old, and counting the time, it was exactly ten years ago.
Yang Xiao saw Meng Yufan standing in the back row at a glance.
He looked... so young and stupid.
He stood beside the coach, holding the basketball in one hand and showing a big v in the other. At that time, he already had the height of an adult, but his face was full of childishness.
"Don't look-" Meng Yufan hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover himself in the photo, Yang Xiao turned around nimbly and slipped away from under his hand.
Yang Xiao looked at the photo from ten years ago, the boy in the photo ten years ago, and rubbed his fingertips on his face.
Ten years... Ten years ago, she was sixteen years old and in high school. The daily routine is going to school, endorsing, and doing homework. The only adjustment is the romance novel that Tang Shuge secretly passed on to her.
At that age when she was in love, she had never felt a heartbeat. At that time, Yang Xiao didn't know that there was a little boy who was destined to join hands with her, and was sweating on a certain court in this city.
The dozen or so boys in the photo were very close together, surrounding a huge trophy in the middle. One of the boys naughty put both hands on the trophy, pretending to be lifting it.
Yang Xiao pointed at the naughty ghost and asked, "Who is this boy? It's really interesting."
"Let me see." Meng Yufan poked his head and frowned, "Is he... er... It seems that his surname is Xu, no, is it Wu or Wang?"
Yang Xiao was helpless: "What kind of memory do you have, even your teammates can't remember?"
Meng Yufan said honestly: "I really can't remember, after all, he didn't play basketball anymore after this game."
"what?"
"It's not just him." Meng Yufan's fingers slid across the smiling faces, "and this, this, this... This kind of league is divided by age groups, basically every level, there are many people. quit."
It is very difficult to train a good sports player.
Nature is important, and the day after tomorrow is equally important. There is a slight error in one of the links, and the trophy may never be touched again.
"I still remember the first time I went to the sports school in elementary school to take that kind of basketball class on weekends. There were many, many peers at that time, but after one semester, there were only half of them left. After three years, I was the only one left. With another person." Meng Yufan fell into the memory, "Some people are born with insufficient ability, underdeveloped motor nerves, and low sports quotient; some people think that learning sports is too expensive; Agreed, I think it is more important to study well for college than anything else...
"Later, I went to junior high school. My parents discussed it, and they didn't want me to enter the closed training of the sports school, so they spent a lot of money to hang me to a private school. Every morning, half a day of cultural class, and in the afternoon, I went to the sports school to follow. They practiced ball together. As a result, after six years, I am not familiar with my classmates in private schools, nor with my classmates in sports schools." Meng Yufan smiled, "Actually, that kind of unfamiliarity is not the saddest, the saddest. The thing is, you watch them go away and disappear from your life completely."
He took the photo from Yang Xiao's hand. In the photo, twelve or thirteen-year-old boys were side by side. At that time, each of them believed that they had a bright future.
But what about actually
"When I joined U16, there were only four or five of these people who were still playing basketball."
Yang Xiao asked softly, "Where did those people go?"
"Some people are really not talented in basketball, but they don't want to waste so many years of hard work. If their jumping ability is good enough, they can switch to volleyball; some have long legs and switch to hurdles; some... just leave. He left the stadium, entered an ordinary school, and studied and took exams with ordinary students."
And the remaining four or five people on the team, not everyone has the opportunity to successfully enter the university.
Take BGI as an example, there are only one or two special sports enrollment quotas each year. There are nearly a thousand sports students across the country competing for this quota. They have to go through rounds of interviews, competitions, interviews, and competitions. After getting the pre-admission notice, if you take the college entrance examination lightly and fail to pass the line, it will fall short.
- Competitive sports are always one-hundred and one-hundred. At some point, you will be left behind and you will be eliminated.
Yang Xiao looked down at the cardboard box in front of him. These golden trophies were the "visible games" Meng Yufan had experienced.
And those invisible fights were fused into his blood. Every day, every hour, every second, he was playing. He wants to compare with others, but also with himself.
A senior in the basketball circle joked that he "played basketball since he was born". Yes, those young people who can stay on the basketball court, who didn't give their life for the dream of basketball
Suddenly, Yang Xiao stood up from the cardboard box with a solemn expression.
Meng Yufan was still squatting on the ground, looking up at her blankly: "Sister Xiaoxiao?"
Yang Xiao bent down, put his arms around the boy's head, and placed a loud kiss on his hair.
"Yu Fan, you are really my inspirational muse!"
"...???" Wait, the inspiration muse seems to be a woman, right
Yang Xiao couldn't take care of the takeaway she just delivered. She completely forgot about her flat stomach. She threw her eyes towards the computer and opened the ppt software.
- She finally has an idea for the planning of "The King of Basketball"!
This time, she will definitely give the producer a perfect answer.