"you… "
Before she could say the curse words, all of a sudden, the players appeared one by one from nowhere and crowded around her in an instant.
"Hazelnut?"
"latte?"
"Donut?"
"chocolate?"
Everyone's eyes light up when they hear the key words!
Li Yongxuan was surrounded and unable to move. "W-what do you want to do?!"
"The diet during the training period is strictly controlled, so let's smell it." The answer was sad.
"I haven't seen a doughnut in a month and a half."
"I'm three months!"
"… Calm down," she urged in vain.
Seeing how embarrassed she was trying to pretend to be calm, the crowd became even more aggressive, surrounding her, getting closer and crowded. "Wow... that chocolate sweetness... the smell of flour..."
For a while now, in their boring and rigorous training career, the addition of this seemingly serious but blushing Miss Li is like a new toy and mascot—
The mascot stuttered when he spoke, and his calm appearance was slowly disintegrating, "No, don't make trouble anymore, don't you want to practice?"
Fortunately, the help came in time. The head coach's voice like Tian Yin drifted over coldly, "That's right. You guys are planning to fool around until the ice melts, right?"
As soon as the coach came out, sure enough, everyone obediently let Li Yongxuan go and walked on the ice. Li Yongxuan breathed a sigh of relief and found a seat on the sidelines to sit down.
Thinking of the critical situation just now, she couldn't help shivering. She was used to being alone, and she was really not used to being so close to a group of people.
Besides, how does the ice melt? The temperature in the practice field is kept at around 5 degrees Celsius. Every time she observes the practice, the athlete has no feeling; but sitting quietly, wearing a shirt, a narrow skirt, and a standard OL dress, she often writes and writes, and the cold soaks up from her hands and feet, so cold that she can barely grasp the pen. live-
"Hey, help me hold it!" With a sudden shout, a group of black shadows flew towards him. She only had time to raise her head, and the next second her face was covered, and she couldn't see anything.
Damn, it's him again!
She angrily tore off the warm jacket that was thrown on her head and glared at Mai Weizhe. With his eldest hand behind his back, he slid away with ease.
Li Yongxuan has an impulse, and really wants to step on his coat to the ground as a shoe shine...
But she knew very well that if this one was ruined, there would be thousands of other things to come - anyway, all of them were provided by sponsors, and his boss didn't care.
Originally, she left it beside her, but as she sat, it became colder and colder, and unknowingly, she slowly stretched out her hand and dragged her coat over secretly...
Thanks to the coat covering her legs, she did not tremble during the whole day of observation—
In the evening, when the practice came to an end, when Li Yongxuan was packing up materials and preparing to leave, someone slowly approached her.
She has been in the sports center from morning to night for almost a month, and she knows the users who come and go. The two people who came over had unfamiliar faces that they had never seen before. The leader was a fashionably dressed young woman. As soon as Li Yongxuan looked up, she immediately stepped forward and introduced herself.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from Shiguo Weekly. Are you from Mai Weizhe's family?"
"Uh... huh?" Li Yongxuan blinked in surprise.
Seeing that the reporter was staring straight at the sports jacket on her knees, Li Yongxuan quickly got up, grabbed the jacket with one hand and hid it behind her back, and shook it violently with the other, "No, no. I just—"
"Then who are you? A friend? A relative? Whose aunt or sister?" The reporter barked at her with a barrage of questions, "Do you know Mai Weizhe? Why are you wearing his coat? Do you mind? Shall we take a picture?"
As he asked, the man next to him had already raised his camera and took several pictures.
In the chaos, Li Yongxuan still felt strange: shouldn't the media entering and leaving the sports center be Sports Weekly or something? Why do weekly reporters covering gossip and entertainment news show up
Facing the aggressive reporter lady, she had no choice but to take a few steps back, until she ran into a hard but warm wall of muscles behind her, and the jacket in her hand was also pulled.
"Thank you," said the man behind him. His voice was deep and familiar.
As soon as this remark came out, the reporter and the photographer brother seemed to be in a bad mood, their eyes were straight, and they stared at the voice behind her... Mai Weizhe.
Mai Weizhe didn't even look at them, Jun's face was expressionless, holding his jacket - and her hands under the jacket - this time, even though she was wearing ice skates, she was still walking like a fly.
Li Yongxuan was dragged a long way, and he didn't let go until he entered the lounge. When I looked back, I found that the guards at the sports center had stepped forward to block the reporters and were negotiating.
As soon as he entered the lounge and the door closed, Mai Weizhe's frosty demeanor disappeared immediately, and he returned to his ruffian appearance, as if he had caught a pigtail and taught Li Yongxuan a lesson triumphantly.
"Remember to write this in your report, and re-examine the media's norms and the distribution of security personnel. Also, about the access control issue that has been discussed for a long time, you should also thoroughly evaluate it, did you hear?"
"Uh, are they here to interview you?" she asked, shaking her wrist, which was a little painful.
"Of course, but I'm an indicator of this team, so it's not like an interview can be done."
Li Yongxuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. What the hell is going on with this person, don't you know how to write the word modest
"Then you're busy, so I won't waste your precious time." After that, she made a gesture to leave.
"Hey, are you going to leave like this? Have you finished writing the report today? Do you need any supplements from me?" He still didn't let her go, and continued to shout behind him, "I'll give you a chance to have dinner with us, thank you. Bar."
"Don't bother." She rolled his eyes at him. "Your dinner was lackluster—"
"How come!" Mai Weizhe deliberately made a shocked expression, "You can choose to have boiled fish or chicken breast as the main dish, and asparagus or spinach as a side dish! So luxurious, you still complain?!"
His expression amused her. There's nothing she can do to meet such a person!
Seriously, she didn't know how these contestants went through the extremely harsh training; their diets were monitored by special personnel, they were super bland, and the dishes were extremely monotonous. After eating with them once or twice, Li Yongxuan would stop I don't even dare to teach.
"If you want to invite me to dinner, at least it must be a candlelit steak dinner." She also deliberately responded to him.
"Do you like to eat steak grilled by candlelight?" Amber eyes flashed a mischievous smile. "A normal person would grill it on the stove. Or does your sweetheart have a special trick to grill steak with candles?"
When she heard it, she was stunned, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared. "You overheard my phone call again?"
The ruffian is the ruffian, with a face full of indifference, "You stood in the middle of the aisle talking for a long time, and you still giggled like sleepwalking for a long time, who can't hear or see?"
Li Yongxuan's heartbeat quickened, and her ears grew hot again, like a thief who lost the wind and was caught. She said no more, turned around and left—
When she turned around, she was surprised to see that the players were all behind her, all staring at her with wide eyes.
"Brother Mai has made Miss Li angry again!"
"Coach, look at the wheat!"
When everyone saw her cold expression, they immediately became noisy again, and they rushed to complain loudly.
Although Mai Weizhe is a captain and an indicator, he looks very dignified on the surface, but after getting along for a while, you can find that everyone likes to pull his hind legs very much in private, and it has almost become a team sport.
"Mike Weizhe, I have said many times that Miss Lai is here to work, we must cooperate fully and make no mistakes." No matter how he looks or dresses up, he looks like the head coach of the Mafia. The ice-like tone, slashed like an ice blade, makes people shudder.