She pressed her left hand on her heart, her eyes were really red, her throat was choked for a long time, but she didn't utter a word.
Lin Yiyang laughed again, and asked in a low voice: "It's very smooth for Meng Xiaodong, but you can't tell me when you see me?"
Yin Guo couldn't talk to him, so he pushed him, but it didn't work once, so he pushed again.
This reaction is a little girl who just fell in love.
"I didn't tell you in advance," she complained in a nasal voice, "I'm so scared that I'm going to have a heart attack."
"Unhappy?"
…
Asking knowingly, I am crazy about joy.
Lin Yiyang squatted down on her left side. There was still water on the jacket hooked on his left arm, from the rain outside, and also under the sneakers, and his hair was half wet.
There was still a little redness in the eyes, moistened with water, which was caused by the emotions when he just entered the door. Yin Guo would not know how high a wall he had built in his heart, nor how much effort he had used to overcome his self-esteem.
Yin Guo only saw that there was water on his body and he didn't bring an umbrella, so he must have come from the subway station.
He put the plastic box and sandwiches on her lap on the ground in the corner, and fastened the lid for her. Finally, he squatted there and stretched out his arms to her.
Yin Guo shuddered, hugged him, hugged his neck, and hugged him like a child for a long time, refusing to let go. After a while, she sniffed, lowered her face, buried it in Lin Yiyang's neck, and whispered, "I don't bring an umbrella, my hair is all wet."
It is full of dust again, the smell of the train coming from afar, wanting to conquer a girl's heart, actions are far more powerful than words. Just the length of the journey between New York and Washington, one train at a time, is enough... enough.
"I've been running here ahead of time, can I still graduate?" She was worried again.
For a person who has not yet graduated from senior year to worry about his studies, it is purely excessive worry. But Lin Yiyang felt that it was good to be cared about so much, so he teased her and said, "If you don't graduate, you don't want me?"
Yin Guo kept rubbing his face against his neck, and after a while, said seriously, "You have to graduate even if you don't."
Anything.
Lin Yiyang smiled, and pressed his face against her hot little face.
There were two people in the corner, one half-squatting, the other sitting on a small chair, hugging each other, talking in a low voice. There was no hypocrisy in Lin Yiyang's embrace of Yin Guo, he hugged Yin Guo tightly without leaving any seams. Also ignore others.
The jaws of all the people in Dongxincheng were about to drop.
Including Jiang Yang, they didn't expect Lin Yiyang to fall in love with the most boring style, it was absolutely unexpected. Not to mention the group of brothers who were pressed and cried by Lin Yiyang on the ball table in the past, and the group of teenagers and girls who worshiped in their hearts and longed to meet their junior uncle... Everyone has truly experienced Wu Wei's two-day old age. What is the meaning of "planted"
The little junior sister in Beicheng is too awesome to say anything.
Jiang Yang in the distance watched with great interest, and Chen Anan said in a low voice, "Don't kiss me. If this gets out, the reputation of Meng Xiaodong's sister will be ruined." To really kiss in the waiting room before the game is not something an athlete should do.
"No, Lao Liu has his own measure," Jiang Yang said in a low voice, not worried, "He has a sense of awe for this arena."
An athlete's awe of the field is related to the depth of his love for the sport. The more he loves, the more he is in awe. Only a sense of awe can make a person willing to give his all, and even his life's enthusiasm.
As Jiang Yang expected, Lin Yiyang did nothing out of the ordinary.
Come fast, leave fast.
Before the start of the last women's group match, three groups of people appeared in the auditorium.
To the east is Dongxincheng.
Jiang Yang brought Chen An'an and Fan Wenchao in the first row. The participating nine-ball players are in the second row, including Wu Wei and Cheng Yan. The third row is the junior group and the youth group contestants, all discussing the sixth brother's wife with great interest.
To the west is Beicheng.
Meng Xiaodong was sitting alone in the first row, half behind him were snooker players headed by Li Qingyan, who followed Meng Xiaodong "passing through" New York and were preparing to go to Ireland for a game. The other half were nine-ball contestants, all quietly waiting to see the little junior sister.
Lin Yiyang entered the arena as a "coach".
He did not have a mighty procession, and with two boys from Washington, sat south. One of them had just qualified and was too nervous to eat lunch at noon. After finally winning, he bought a hamburger and gnawed on it: "Sister-in-law, this game is awesome. Xinia is the champion of the Singapore Open, right?"
"Yes," another added, "No. 3 in the world."
Lin Yiyang was sitting on the seat in the first row, with his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers crossed, and his index finger was gently rubbing the bridge of his nose... His eyes seemed calm, but they were fixed with complex emotions. Pay attention to every place in the field.
Tables, referees, and scoreboards.
Grand Slam was his goal.
It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to go abroad before leaving the arena. Entering the arena again after eleven years, he finally sat in the international arena, but it was the audience. Think about it, it's really mysterious.
The game has just started.
The right to serve was snatched by Xinia.
"Xinia has been lucky," the voice of the commentator could be heard clearly in the gymnasium. "We saw that she successfully got the right to serve. It seems that she has a great chance of winning today."
The right to serve nine balls is very important, which is the consensus of everyone.
Yin Guo quietly sat back on the red sofa, hugged his cue, and watched his opponent hit the ball.
She guessed that she would sit on the bench for a long time.
Sure enough, the opponent who got the right to serve was relentless and won the first 4 games in one go. In the applause after game, the opponent has been chasing after the victory. At the end of the 5th game, Xinia still holds the right to serve.
This Open is a 20-round system, and the first to win 11 rounds is the winner.
Xinia has scored 5 points, while Yin Guo is still 0.
Lin Yiyang's eyes were always on Yin Guo, who was always sitting on the large sofa beside the billiard table. She is calm.
He knew that Yin Guo was waiting, waiting for an opportunity for the opponent to make a mistake.
"Very beautiful!" The commentator applauded Xinia.
There was another burst of applause.
The two big boys behind Lin Yiyang were too nervous to speak.
The scoreboard is 5:0, and it is about to jump to 6:0.
At this point, there are only two balls left on the table. Xinia shot out quickly, the ball hit the pocket, and accidentally missed.
The opportunity has come.
Yin Guo stood up.
From this second, the table belongs to her.
This Chinese girl, don't give her a chance, as long as she takes the chance, she will go all the way to the end. In this last group match, he saw a real success in the professional arena.
In Washington, Yin Guo once asked him why he plays fastball, isn't he afraid of losing
Lin Yiyang's answer is - he really realized the fun of billiards in the years when he was away from the game, when there was no limit on winning or losing, and no limit on points. Fast, because happy.
What he wanted to say was—
Enjoy it, Yin Guo, this is your career for the next decade or so.
Enjoy it in order to endure day in and day out training without festivals and vacations. Enjoy this niche event that has never been included in the Olympic Games, and even the Asian Games have been canceled for many years...
On the scoreboard, finally began to have a fruitful score - 5:1.
Five minutes later, 5:2.
Four minutes later, 5:3.
"Sister-in-law has a good mental quality." The boy behind Lin Yiyang applauded desperately.
This is just the beginning.
Lin Yiyang thought.
Forty minutes later.
The scoreboard has jumped from the initial 5:0 to 5:9.
9 innings in a row with zero turnovers.
Yin Guo was originally the biggest dark horse this season, and in the last game, when he was behind by a large score, he managed to fight his way out, and the stability was astonishing.
So much so that, at this moment, the commentators have expressed their expectations for her future career path: "This Chinese player this season has given us quite a surprise, and finally has a new face that cannot be ignored."
"She is very familiar with the nine-ball table. From the edge of the table to the edge of the table, every time she makes the ball perfectly," another male commentator also said with a smile, "It is conceivable that if it is women's doubles, she must be a Great partner."
"It's a pity that we don't have doubles in this Open."
"We can look forward to the Singapore Open. I wonder if this player will sign up?"
"I will definitely sign up. This is just the first open tournament this year. Believe it or not, she will be in the eight-ball, nine-ball and women's nine-ball doubles at the Singapore Open."
…
The scoreboard score changed again—5:10.
The applause grew louder.
The last game.
Every time she scored a goal, there was a burst of applause.
Suddenly, Yin Guo slowed down, as if he had encountered some difficulty. She tried to get on the table twice, but most of her body went over the table, but she couldn't reach the white ball.
Finally, she turned around and frowned, feeling a little helpless. This shot was directly magnified on the big screen.
Lin Yiyang couldn't help laughing.
Shorty, do you want to use the post
Sure enough, Yin Guo found his extension rod in the bag next to it, screwed it twice at the end of the rod, and fixed it.
She returned to the table again and gestured. Well, enough is enough.
"The contestant chose to take over," the voice of the commentary resounded throughout the audience, "She tried again."
Before the commentary's voice disappeared.
With a snap, it fell into the bag.
With a snap, it fell into the bag again.
The commentator couldn't keep up with her speed, she quickly collected two balls, and finally aimed at the nine ball.
Yin Guo stopped again.
She circled the black club with her right hand, from the head of the club down to the bottom, and slowly wiped the club with her palm, like a psychological hint. Come on, we won. She said to the club silently in her heart.
"The last ball is very difficult," the commentator added. "The No. 9 ball is close to the middle of the bottom bank. It is difficult to enter the bottom pocket, and it is more dangerous to enter the middle pocket."
She bent down and stared at the nine-ball.
After three seconds of silence, I still chose to put it in the bottom pocket.
One shot. She hit it thin, thin, with little effort, and the yellow nine ball slid slowly along the edge line, all the way to the bottom pocket.
In the end, the yellow No. 9 ball barely rolled to the edge of the pocket, and fell into the pocket with a soft sound.
Applause broke out in an instant, resounding through the audience.
Congratulations to this Chinese girl, who broke out from the purgatory group and reached the quarter-finals!
"Congratulations to Yin Guo, a player from China!"
"Congratulations to Yin Guo, entering tomorrow's quarter-finals!"
…
Yin Guo's eyes were full of smiles, and he was so happy that he shook hands with his opponent to salute, turned around and gave the coach a big hug. The coach also laughed so hard that he couldn't speak, and slapped her on the back several times.
Amidst the applause, Lin Yiyang kept looking at her from afar.
I couldn't see her face clearly, so I raised my eyes to see Yin Guo live on the big screen, look at that little expression, look at those teary eyes... She is still a child at all.
He stood up and was about to leave, but found that Yin Guo on the big screen suddenly turned around and ran towards the stands here.
"My sister-in-law is here, here I am." The boys behind me noticed it first.
The guy who just won the game, runs to the stands. Everyone in the audience wanted to see—who she was looking for.
The arena was surrounded by sponsor billboards. Lin Yiyang was in the first row of the auditorium. Through the billboards, he watched Yin Guo trot all the way, panting slightly, and stood in front of the railing and billboards.
Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were full of light: "Come here."
Lin Yiyang really couldn't laugh or cry, he had to try his best to accommodate her, walked to the railing, and squatted down.
Silly girl, it's still live.
"Give me your hand," she said from below.
Lin Yiyang hesitated for a moment, but still passed his hand through the gap in the railing.
Yin Guo immediately embraced his hand with both hands. Her hands were covered with sweat from holding the club for too long during the game, and from the joy of winning. She looked at him blushing through the railing.
"It's almost done," he coaxed her in a low voice, "We'll talk about it in the background."
He wanted to leave again.
"Just one sentence, wait for me to finish." She hurriedly kept him.
Before the last shot, Yin Guo had already thought about what to say to him, to cheer him up, to make him laugh.
She still remembered his red eyes when he came to the waiting room before the game. But when the words came to her mouth, she was thin-skinned, and she was still on the field with a cue to kill all directions, and she did not hesitate to kill her opponent at this time.
She tiptoed, trying to get closer to him, though still separated by billboards and railings.
"I won today," she said with a low voice and a smile, "so... this game is for you, my queen."
Lin Yiyang, although I am many years later than you in this arena. But from today on, my glory will be distributed to you, and you will have as much applause as I have.
The winner is the king, today I am the king and you are the queen.
The two looked at each other across the railing.
The two boys behind Lin Yiyang both laughed.
The sister-in-law is so cute. It was completely unimaginable in the past that Brother Yang, who can handle all the provocations on the table and make the provocative regional champions kneel down, can be settled by such a little girl.
"Why don't you laugh?" She didn't hold back, she laughed first and shook his hand.
It's not that he doesn't smile, it's that he has never experienced being held in the palm of his hand like this.
There was a strange warmth flowing crazily through his body, washing the bones and blood, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he was at a loss.
Lin Yiyang pulled out his right hand and slapped her forehead hard. He seemed to be smiling, and said in a low voice: "The year I won the championship, you just entered elementary school, so you are not old or young."