He, the king who was rampant in the arena from the age of thirteen, was ridiculed like this one day. It's really that the world has gone downhill and people's hearts have gone to Siberia.
Lin Yiyang stood up, and the two boys in the ball room behind him were still laughing.
He slapped the back of one of the boys severely: "Let's go."
Lin Yiyang went backstage and went to the bathroom alone to wash his face. Feeling uneasy, he picked up the water and wet his short hair. He looked at his face in front of the mirror, which was covered with steam.
The sink, the marble countertops resting on the palms, everything belongs to the gymnasium. In these days, how many players have come and gone here...
Everything is like a dream.
The gymnasium where he stepped into the game for the first time was an open hall with thirty-four tables.
Each table is very close, and a referee in a black uniform stands next to each table, and rows of black leather chairs are placed beside the table for the players to rest. It was the first time he stepped into the arena, and he was very impressed. During the game, there were sounds of hitting balls, pocketing sounds, more than 30 tables, and sixty or seventy players playing together...
It was as lively as making dumplings.
Lin Yiyang took out the paper, wiped the water from his short hair and his chin, rolled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the garbage bin. A few male coaches from China came in just behind them, and when they saw Lin Yiyang, they all smiled and nodded in greeting.
He also nodded and left here.
Outside the lounge, Meng Xiaodong led the people from Beicheng. Everyone was carrying their clubs and luggage, and was about to leave the stadium.
In the waiting room just now, Meng Xiaodong was not there, so it was the first meeting.
When you live longer, you will find that some people and certain scenes will always be repeated in your life. For example, Meng Xiaodong, who was wearing a shirt and trousers, stood in front of him again, buttoning every button from the cuffs to the neckline meticulously. And pass.
"Drinking?" This time, it was Meng Xiaodong who stopped first.
Behind him, the people in Beicheng were a little surprised and couldn't figure out what happened to Meng Laoliu. Even his future brother-in-law... is too enthusiastic, which doesn't suit his temperament. Of course, they didn't know that Meng Xiaodong led the team to New York before the Irish game, not to watch Yin Guo's game, but to meet this man who had disappeared for many years and who used to bother to say hello in the waiting room old friend.
Lin Yiyang smiled.
Someone behind him answered for him: "Of course."
With a smile in his eyes, Jiang Yang led the people from Dongxincheng to stand behind Lin Yiyang, and stood still: "It's rare for us two snooker players to watch the nine-ball match. Since it's rare, why not be together, everyone together."
By the way, let these juniors recognize Lin Yiyang, officially, after the game.
"How to drink?" Meng Xiaodong looked at them.
"How about it," Jiang Yang walked to Lin Yiyang and put his hand on his shoulder, "There is a suite in the hotel, I'll go buy wine, and drink whatever I want in the room."
"Half for one person, wine is not cheap," Meng Xiaodong accepted the suggestion calmly, "I'll buy what we drink."
…
Lin Yiyang didn't participate in the discussion about who bought the wine, and told the two boys behind him in his ball room to disband on the spot and go to rest. One of the boys is already in the quarter-finals tomorrow and needs a refresher.
Among the people in Dongxincheng and Beicheng, the two boys kept nodding politely and squeezed out.
He was the only one left.
Lin Yiyang took out a black wallet from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it, took out a bank card and handed it to Wu Wei. Wu Wei was taken aback for a moment, and understood, he and Lin Yiyang have been together for the past few years, and he can understand his temper better than anyone else.
Lin Yiyang put his hand on Wu Wei's shoulder: "You are used to living here, you know better than them, go buy wine."
Before the bosses of the two clubs and clubs could say anything, Lin Yiyang turned his eyes away and watched Yin Guo come out of the field with a cue in hand: "You don't have to compete with me tonight. I used to be poor, so I didn't have a chance to invite everyone. Not now. No matter how good you are, you can still afford a meal of wine."
He finally explained to Jiang Yang: "Send the hotel room number to my mobile phone, don't make an appointment too early, and have dinner with her."
After finishing speaking, he pushed aside Meng Xiaodong in front of him, passed a group of people in Beicheng, and walked towards Yin Guo.
Yin Guo had already seen a group of them at the door of the lounge.
Girls usually like this group of gentlemen on the field, but she has always been immune, thinking that she has seen too much. Men in suits and ties, who have won countless games and won countless applause, are everywhere in the club and in the pre-match lounge.
But at this moment, when Lin Yiyang walked out from a group of men in Dongxincheng and Beicheng, and walked towards him alone, Yin Guo realized that it was not because he had been immune for too long, but because he hadn't met the one he liked.
What she likes is the poor owner of the ball room attached to the youth hostel, the ordinary foreign student who came to the city to watch the game by long-distance train, and the "coach" who doesn't even have a large lounge and only takes two players with him.
No matter how many brilliant achievements he has made in the past, this man never mentions it. this…
Every time they meet, the first action is to stretch out her right hand and ask her to hand over the club to his man.
"Brother, I'll go first." She greeted Meng Xiaodong in the distance.
Meng Xiaodong waved his hand to let her go.
"Back to the hotel?" This was the first sentence Lin Yiyang asked her.
She agreed, but then felt something was wrong, and followed him, whispering as she walked, "I don't live in the room by myself."
He smiled: "I know."
It's not that I haven't been there.
It's a short walk from the gymnasium to the hotel, and it takes only ten minutes.
Lin Yiyang was at the door and asked the staff to borrow an umbrella, and the two of them took the umbrella to the hotel lobby. She was fine. It was as if he hadn't stretched out, most of his body was wet.
Before Yin Guo entered the elevator, she was still thinking that if she told her roommate to come back later, the roommate must know the meaning.
But if you want to say that, don't you tell people blatantly that you want to be alone with your boyfriend in the room for a while, and do something you want to do. How thick-skinned it would be to say that and do that.
Besides, two girls live in a room together, and if you want to bring a man into this or that, you don't respect your roommate very much.
In short, all kinds of things are wrong, thinking, why don't we open another room
This seemed to be the safest thing to do, to put things away first, let him wait in the room, and come down alone.
Yin Guo made up his mind.
After entering the hotel elevator, she found that Lin Yiyang had pressed an unfamiliar floor, so she dragged his clothes belatedly, and asked softly, "Have you booked a room?"
"Yes." The apartment is too far away, if you want to watch her three-day game, you can only live here.
The elevator is going up.
It carried seven or eight people, and she and Lin Yiyang were on the far right.
She was next to him, her face against the fabric on his arm, and she looked down and could see the tattoo on the inside of his arm. In early April, it was not too cold to run around in short sleeves.
Yin Guo wanted to touch his arm with his hand to see if it was cold, but the moment the fingers of his right hand touched the outside of his arm, Lin Yiyang lowered his gaze. This is not the same as the arena, it is in a hotel.
After not seeing her for many days, he wanted to hold her hand, touch her face, and kiss her.
"It's almost there." He whispered, his eyes fixed on her.
She held her breath and nodded slightly.
With a "ding", the elevator door slid open.
His hand slid down her arm, took one of hers, and led her out.
Room number 1207.
Lin Yiyang held her cue, took out the key card in the back pocket of her jeans, took it out, and lowered her head.
Yin Guo's forehead, nose bridge, and down were all kissed down by him. She leaned her back against the edge of the door frame: "It's all at the door." She didn't go in either.
It was just at the door, so he didn't want to press it.
He wanted to kiss her on the lips, but he didn't. Instead, he asked her: "Just the last ball, why did it go into the bottom pocket? It's more beautiful to flip the middle pocket."
The words are about billiards.
His hand holding the door card had slipped from her and pinched her waist.
People also come over.
"I'm good at hitting thin balls," Yin Guo's lips opened and closed slightly, as if they were about to touch him every time, "...I'm not good at turning..." His lower lip was held in his arms, and a tingling sensation rose from his waist. It was the waist that was pinched heavily.
He smiled and asked in a low voice, "Then you still dare to call me queen?"
With the tip of her tongue stuck between her teeth, Yin Guo was dazed when she heard the sound of the door being swiped open.
"I'll beat and cry you a few times on the table in the future, and I'll be honest." He was saying.
Lin Yiyang picked her up by the waist, and put the cue directly on the tea cabinet that entered the door. I miss it so much, every movement of the kiss, every entanglement is accompanied by the beating of the heart...
For a week, he was on the way to and from school, apartment and ball room, what he was doing and thinking in every space where he was not there. How did the ten-minute chat at night every day for a week come about.
I don't know, I don't know how it went.
Lin Yiyang didn't take her to the bed, fearing that if she couldn't hold her back, she wouldn't be able to get up or down, which would cause her to burn herself instead.
He wanted to make out for a while, then went out to buy her food.
It was raining heavily outside, and walking back for ten minutes was enough effort, and I didn't want her to go out again. He bought it and ate it in his room.
He held her lips silently, held her lips for a while, let go for a while, and squeezed her waist with his hands: "Why are your eyes red?"
She was silent for a while and said, "I'm leaving next week."
"which day?"
"Wednesday."
There is a game in Hangzhou in late April.
Lin Yiyang was not surprised by her tight schedule, but instead asked: "Is it too late for the first open?"
... Yin Guo was wrapped in a sudden upsurge of sadness, not wanting to make a joke, and pushed his chest.
"You miss me, and you still push it away?" He chuckled softly, teasing her, "I'll do the math for you, today is Friday, you just finished the game on Sunday, and it's true that you won't have a few days until next Wednesday. Hold on tightly." Well, one more minute of hugging is one minute."
And said... she looked at him.
Seeing that she was really depressed, Lin Yiyang hugged her tightly with both arms, and let out a half-sigh from his throat. His chin rested on the top of her head, and after holding her for a few minutes, he heard a mobile phone vibrate.
It's not his, it's hers.
Yin Guo didn't want to accept it. Friends and family members all know that she plays here, so they can’t easily speak on the phone. Half of the people in the club are here and meet each other every day, and the other half are not here.
The caller was very patient and never hung up.
Yin Guo finally took it out and glanced at it.
Caller ID - Li Qingyan.
…
She was inexplicably guilty, especially after discovering that Lin Yiyang also saw the caller ID. He wanted to hang up, but Lin Yiyang looked at him, so he couldn't just hang up.
She cleared her throat, connected it, and put it to her ear: "Hello?"
"It's inconvenient to talk just now," said Li Qingyan's voice over there, "Congratulations on breaking out of the group stage."
She said "hmm" and looked up at Lin Yiyang.
Lin Yiyang was lowering his head, staring at himself for a moment, getting closer. His fingers touched behind Yin Guo's ears, went around, and on the back of her neck, he was rubbing a lock of long hair on her skin with his fingertips.
"Xiaoguo," Li Qingyan hesitated, "I originally wanted to talk to you after the Irish Open next month, when I get a few more places in the world rankings...some things I can't explain for a while, maybe I will have a chance when I return to China."
Yin Guo was flustered, and kept pressing the volume button on the side of the phone to turn it down.
Lin Yiyang pinched her waist impatiently, and pushed up her blouse from bottom to top. All her consciousness follows his palm, her heart hangs by a thread...
He stopped, looked at her, and silently pointed to the phone, meaning: give it to me.
Yin Guo was dizzy and couldn't figure out what Lin Yiyang was going to say, so he looked at him hesitantly: What do you want to do
"Business," he said.
Yin Guo thought about it, and it would be good to give it to him. Anyway, he has nothing to say, but he still has to explain it politely. So, she said to Li Qingyan on the phone: "Lin Yiyang is by my side, he wants to talk to you about something serious."
Li Qingyan didn't hesitate: "Okay."
Lin Yiyang took the mobile phone away from Yin Guo's fingers, put it next to his face, and after a long silence, he said: "I don't have Meng Xiaodong's mobile phone, so I'll borrow Xiaoguo's phone to ask you. Has he bought any wine yet? "
Li Qingyan was slow for a few seconds, he didn't expect that he would ask this: "I bought it, it's Chivas Regal for twelve years."
"Sure enough, I'm old enough to drink Chivas Regal," Lin Yiyang said in a calm tone, "Not bad, it's very healthy."
"He hasn't been in good health these past few years. He has been drinking for several years." Li Qingyan replied.
"What time have you booked? What room number?"
"Eight o'clock, Room 1000."
"Okay," Lin Yiyang said bluntly, "It's all right. Go ahead."
No matter how low the volume Yin Guo turned down, he could still hear him clearly. Put aside the past temper, like Li Qingyan, he can make the other party lie on the bed for three days. To put it simply, this kind of child needs to be cleaned up. To use the old saying of Dongxin City, it is to look for cuts.
But don't worry, we'll talk about it tonight.
Yin Guo hastily cut off the call.
She carefully observed the man who was hugging her, and she didn't respond with any particular anger, so she probably didn't hear what was said later.
Lin Yiyang stared at Yin Guo for a while, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
She shook her head, pretending nothing happened.
"Little Guoer?"
She was about to speak, but she took a breath suddenly, and hugged his neck all of a sudden, her mind became a mess. The unfamiliar stimulus made her at a loss, she just hugged him, frowning, unable to tell whether it was good or bad, unable to take a full breath.
Lin Yiyang was always looking at her with one pair of eyes, and one hand from left to right. His throat tightened, he wanted to see it directly, and he also wanted to kiss him. Try to hold it, but it is soft when you pinch it, and you can't hold it.
After trying several times without success, he finally whispered and asked with a smile: Why is it so big
Now Lin Yiyang has to admit why when he was young, he saw boys' hands in girls' clothes in the ice rink and billiard hall. This may be a boring comparison between teenagers, and it is an eagerness to try the unknown.
And why is it not because of love, unable to extricate oneself, caused by hormones, caused by love, because of an indescribable desire to conquer the girl he likes, or, wanting to be conquered by her.