After reading the letter, Shen Yanming looked up and saw He Changkong had returned with his coach in the distance. The two were still talking about something.
Shen Yanming didn't care about that. He trotted over, looking a little reckless, and almost bumped into other guests' tables in the dining room. He quickly said "sorry" and ran forward, even creating a small breeze.
He just wanted to run towards He Changkong, just like a bird wanting to return to its own boundless blue sky.
Shen Yanming jumped on He Changkong's back so suddenly that He Changkong stumbled slightly. But Shen Yanming quickly hugged He Changkong from behind. He was still holding the letter paper that he hadn't folded yet, and his cheeks were still slightly red from running so fast.
Everyone around him turned to look at him, and Meng Yan asked in horror: "What are you doing?"
However, Shen Yanming acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued to cling to He Changkong without saying a word.
He Changkong turned around and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"
Shen Yanming still did not answer, but rubbed his face against He Changkong's back, and the fabric of his team uniform jacket gently stroked his face.
It’s not that I’m deliberately silent or at a loss for words.
There were a thousand and one "I like you"s bursting out of his heart, but they were suppressed in his throat by his reason.
I like you, I like you, I like you, I love you.
Shen Yanming took a deep breath and finally let go of his hand. Facing the probing eyes of his teammates, he clearly had no confidence, but he acted very confidently and said, "The game is about to start, is it okay for me to be nervous?"
Meng Yan looked as if he had seen a ghost: "You are nervous?! Did I hear you wrong? If you are nervous, an old lady will definitely help me cross the road when I go out!"
The coach also knew that Shen Yanming usually did things irrationally, but since he said he was nervous before the game, the coach still dutifully prepared to start making chicken soup. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Pudding.
"You're nervous, so be it. Why are you hugging each other? That's not proper," Pudding had completely forgotten how to control his facial expressions. His face was twisted into a grin, and his disgust was evident. "And what's that in your hand?"
Sunday: "Love Letter Roar."
Only then did Shen Yanming realize that he was still holding the letter. Before the curious crowd were about to lean over to see what was going on, Shen Yanming quickly folded the letter and hid it in his phone case.
Shen Yanming: "Why are you asking so many questions?"
pudding: "… There are words written by Sora-chan on it."
Pudding's expression became uglier and uglier. If he hadn't been concerned about the coach being here and other unrelated passers-by who might have heard their conversation, he would have wanted to curse, "What a gay!"
He Changkong patted Shen Yanming on the head and explained to the puzzled coach Afeng: "He is not nervous, he just wrote some encouraging words."
Afeng suddenly understood.
Sunday started to make a noise: "It's not a love letter, but the rest of us should also encourage it."
A Feng: "Then you can write a few words for others as well."
pudding&Meng Yan: “I don’t want it at all!!!”
Shen Yanming said angrily: "Don't write to these two people!"
Sunday: “Hahahahahaha.”
In the end, He Changkong still took the hotel's notes and wrote encouragement and blessings to several other teammates, even Pudding who still did not play received a note.
There was a palm-sized sticky note with just two words written on it: Come on.
Everyone: “…” The difference in treatment is too obvious.
Only Shen Yanming raised his chin proudly after reading the small notes received by others.
The game lasted from the afternoon to the evening, and without any surprises, he accumulated another point. When he came backstage, Shen Yanming saw his parents waiting for him downstairs.
The two middle-aged men, along with the young people, were wearing cat-ear support items, looking a little funny.
At first Shen Yanming was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he remembered that his parents had also been to the scene when he first started playing professionally in his previous life. Later, he played more games, and his two parents felt that they were really not interested in this thing. They had to ask for leave every time, which was too troublesome, so they gradually stopped watching the games.
Shen Yanming waved to his parents, and other teammates also greeted them.
Shen Yanming wagged his tail, which didn't actually exist: "How was it, did I hit him hard just now?"
Lin Qingyue thought for a moment and said very frankly, "They kept flashing back and forth, one died, the next died, I couldn't understand what they were fighting about, I could only hear the girls and boys screaming."
Shen Yanming: “…”
Shen Zhu added: "Winning means being awesome, how can my son not be awesome?"
Shen Zhu also spent a lot of money. He booked a private room in a famous and expensive private restaurant in the city and treated the children who came from afar to participate in the competition and several other accompanying personnel to a meal together.
Everyone was a little reserved at the beginning, but both Shen Zhu and Lin Qingyue were talkative and had no airs of superiority, so by the end of the meal, everyone was having a great time chatting and having a good time.
After dinner, they should all go back to the hotel together tonight and fly back to Haicheng together tomorrow night.
However, I don’t know if Shen Yanming’s macho image collapsed after returning to his city. He suddenly became a little homesick and applied to go home and sleep for a night.
This was not an unreasonable request. When leaving the restaurant, the others went to the hotel and Shen Yanming went back with his parents.
When I first got back, there was nothing unusual. I chatted with my parents for a while, watched half an episode of TV, and then it was getting late, so I went back to my room to finish my homework and plan to go to bed.
After finishing his homework and washing up, Shen Yanming fell on the bed where he had slept for more than ten years, but he suffered from insomnia, which was a rare occurrence.
In fact, the body is already very tired. After all, it has been a tiring day and it really needs rest. However, the brain is unusually clear.
…something just doesn’t feel right.
He realized belatedly that he had been sleeping with He Changkong in his arms every day for such a long time, and this seemed to be the first time they slept separately. Now the human pillow that made him so comfortable was gone, and he was not used to it.
Shen Yanming rolled around holding the quilt.
Normally at this time He Changkong would hug him, touch his head, kiss his cheek, and say good night to him.
In fact, I did say good night.
I just said it on the phone, and it was a voice message.
Shen Yanming opened the voice message and listened to it again. He Changkong's slightly low voice flowed into his ears.
I can't sleep anymore.
Shen Yanming rolled over again and simply sent another message to He Changkong.
[Shenbird]: Can’t sleep [/poor]
[kong_]：What's wrong
[Shenbird]: Maybe because there is no goodnight kiss
The nickname column would occasionally display "The other party is typing", but after a while, He Changkong's message had not come. Shen Yanming thought He Changkong was probably saying something long and hard, maybe trying to lull him to sleep.
In the end, He Changkong only sent an emoticon.
[kong_]：=3=
Shen Yanming: “!!!”
Shen Yanming held the phone to his chest, squinted his eyes, and looked at the expression again.
It’s so cute and spicy!
The serious Kong Ge made such an expression!
…But it seemed that because she was too cute, Shen Yanming couldn’t fall asleep.
However, he didn't want to make He Changkong worry, so he replied, "Then I'll go to sleep =3=", and ended the chat again.
After finishing the chat, Shen Yanming rolled around on the bed for a few times but still didn't feel sleepy, so he simply got up again.
The letter was still hidden in his phone case this morning, and he planned to put it away properly after returning home.
I feel like I should write a more serious reply.
I have always quoted the lyrics before, but if I just copy the lyrics every time, it always gives people a perfunctory feeling.
Shen Yanming turned on the light, sat down at the table, spread out a piece of paper and began to worry.
Actually, he had good grades in Chinese in school and wrote good essays. But when it came to writing a letter, he was a little confused. Does writing a letter also follow the general-specific-summary process? First, make a point, then give a few examples, and finally summarize...
He sat at the table for a full five minutes, and later even took out the "Excellent College Entrance Examination Compositions" from the bookshelf for reference.
After flipping through a few pages, I still felt it didn't make sense.
Just write whatever comes to mind.
Shen Yanming picked up the pen and began to write stroke by stroke like a primary school student.
"Dear Brother Kong:
Hello! I never thought that we could become so close. I do have many friends, but I never thought that I could become good friends with you! Because I always think that Kong Ge is too awesome, handsome, smart, a top student, and a god of nannies. It is not something that a mortal like me can get involved in. Oh.
And the main thing is that it looks really cool!!
But after getting to know Kong Ge, I found that he was only cold on the surface, but he was very warm-hearted inside and was very nice to everyone.
Especially for me =v=
I have always wanted to say that I am very grateful to you. If you hadn't forced me to play professionally, I might still be idle in school, unwilling to give up and not studying well, becoming a person with no future... Recently, under your guidance, I can actually train, compete and study at the same time. Oh my God, is this really me? But maybe it is because I am sure that my dream can come true and I feel very relieved, so I don't think too much when I study, and my efficiency is quite high, hahaha.
And then I too, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I have one more "I love you" than you.
I win!
… ”
Shen Yanming stopped writing here.
What the hell is this? It's totally unliterary.
Or just tear it up and rewrite it...
Just as he was thinking this, Shen Yanming heard some noise outside, as if someone rang the doorbell, and his mother hurried to open the door.
Are there any guests so late
Shen Yanming was too lazy to care and turned his attention back to the task at hand. He read the letter he had written again and it seemed a pity to tear it up. After all, he had racked his brains for so long to write it... He was trying hard to think of what else he could write when the door of the room was suddenly opened.
Shen Yanming subconsciously turned his head to look, then slowly opened his eyes wide.
He Changkong stood by the door with a smile on his face: "If I'm not here, you won't be able to sleep, right?... So I came here."