i can't like him

Chapter 49

After dinner, rest for half an hour, and then continue back to the track and field training.

The track and field gymnasium is divided into many areas for special training, and it is easy to get lost after entering. He Qinian followed Sheng Xinghe idly, and when there was no one there, it was better to stick to Gogou Xiaoshou.

At eight o'clock, the training hall was still brightly lit, as bright as day.

Sheng Xinghe didn't need a coach when practicing running and jumping, so Lin Jianzhou went to teach He Qinian how to use the equipment in the stadium.

"You don't think this thing is easy to use, but if the posture is wrong, the force will not be exerted, and it is easy to strain the muscles."

Lin Jianzhou explained patiently, and He Qinian accepted it humbly, but in the blink of an eye, a girl with a ponytail suddenly appeared beside Sheng Xinghe.

The girl looked young, only in her early 20s, and yelled "Brother Xinghe" stickily, Sheng Xinghe stopped to chat with her.Can't hear what's going on.

After a while, another younger girl ran over, mouthing "Brother Xinghe", He Qinian rolled his eyes in anger.

This means that he can only see it when he is around. If he is not around, wouldn't he know that Sheng Xinghe is messing around outside.

Of course, this so-called profanity is just He Qinian's imagination.

The two next to Sheng Xinghe were transferred from the sports school to train, and they are preparing to participate in this year's World University Games. He Qinian is also training for this competition.

There are only a handful of coaches in the team, and they are so busy that they keep their feet on the ground. He is responsible for taking care of the juniors, and this is also planning for the future after retirement.Whether it is staying on the track and field team to lead the students, or returning to school to lead the students, it is the same to pass on the responsibility and belief.

Lin Jianzhou noticed that He Qinian's eyes were always looking elsewhere, and followed his gaze, "Is the little girl beautiful?"

He Qinian immediately looked back: "No, I just feel that senior brother seems to be very popular."

"He has a good temper and a gentle appearance. It is naturally popular to teach his apprentices to be patient and temperless. If I were a woman, I would like him too." Lin Jianzhou said.

"........."

He Qi Nianxin said that it is good or bad, but it is attracting bees and butterflies.

He will never forget the phrase "I only like girls" that Sheng Xinghe said before, so even though Sheng Xinghe has accepted him, he is still a little uncertain in his heart.

As long as Sheng Xinghe chatted with the girl, He Qinian stared at her for as long. Although he didn't make any overly intimate moves, he was still very upset.

When they were training together before, Sheng Xinghe would look at him from a distance, but today his attention was all on those two little girls.

Still love to laugh so much.

The girls passed the pole continuously, Sheng Xinghe not only stood up and praised, but also clapped his hands: "Beautiful!"

He Qinian gritted his teeth, but he still remembered the love condition he promised Sheng Xinghe before, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he didn't dare to show it blatantly.

During the break, the phone beside Sheng Xinghe vibrated. He glanced at it and saw that it was a message from He Qinian, so he clicked on it.

[Sticky: Your husband is jealous. 】

Sheng Xinghe laughed, then turned to look in He Qinian's direction, and He Qinian was also looking at him.

[Sheng Xinghe:? ? 】

[Sticky: What about performing the peacock's tail?There are a lot of girls around. 】

[Sheng Xinghe: There are also men. 】

[Sticky: Yes!A team doctor, a coach, a bald head and a beer belly, and the rest are all girls.You are really a little green among thousands of flowers. 】

Sheng Xinghe has never been in a relationship before, so naturally he has never encountered a situation where his partner is jealous, but he also understands that in this case, he has to rely on coaxing.

He turned his head and asked the girl next to him: "If your partner is angry, how do you usually coax her?"

The girl smiled shyly, "Just give me a kiss."

Another girl asked curiously, "Coach, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Sheng Xinghe immediately denied, "I asked for a friend."

"Oh," the girl said, "I don't think there is any problem in this world that can't be solved by kissing. If you can't do it with one kiss, you can just kiss twice."

When He Qinian saw the other person chatting and laughing, he completely abandoned him, all kinds of sorrow came to his heart, after the training was over, he walked back to the dormitory without looking back, deliberately did not wait for Sheng Xinghe, and wanted him to know that he was still angry .

In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door.

He Qinian had already guessed who it was, and felt secretly refreshed, but he had to pretend to be reluctant: "Who is it?"

"Me." Sheng Xinghe responded.

He Qinian had the upper hand, and slumped down on the bed triumphantly: "The door is unlocked, come in."

Sheng Xinghe closed the door with his backhand.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He Qinian curled his lips: "I'm not angry, I'm in a bad mood."

"That's anger." Sheng Xinghe sat on the bed and patted He Qinian's thigh, "Why didn't I realize you were so narrow-minded before."

"Then what else?" He Qinian said, "I should applaud you when I see you surrounded by a bunch of girls? I saw you today, so if you don't see it..."

Sheng Xinghe leaned over and blocked those two moist lips.

He Qinian closed his eyes and opened them again before feeling anything, "Is this the end?"

Sheng Xinghe licked his lips, "Then what else do you want?"

"Kiss again." He Qinian leaned forward a little.

Sheng Xinghe touched it like a dragonfly, and an arm was wrapped around his waist.

He Qinian's fingers penetrated into his clothes, pinched his tight waist, and stroked upwards along the slightly sunken ravine on his back, his fingertips gently scratching the skin, like tickling.

Sheng Xinghe was ticklish, wanted to hide but couldn't, he kissed and laughed, pushed him down on the bed, and looked at him straight: "You want it again?"

He Qinian didn't respond, but his eyes conveyed deep longing, and one hand had already reached down into Sheng Xinghe's pants.

That's what sports pants are good for, and there is no obstacle in the middle.

He Qinian rubbed the tip of his nose, and made a slight sound when his lips touched.

Although Sheng Xinghe is full of muscles, there is still flesh where there should be flesh. He Qinian pinched it heavily, and said in a low voice: "It feels really good."

Sheng Xinghe's lower abdomen shrank slightly: "You hit me."

He Qinian hooked his legs, rolled over and pinned him down.

The desk lamp was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The sense of hearing is infinitely magnified, and there are lingering kisses and increasingly heavy panting sounds in the ears.

Clothes and pants are all over the floor, no one cares.

Not once, not twice, this kiss lasted for more than half an hour, and the pause in the middle was because of undressing.

The first test flight ceremony of the long-awaited reunion ended successfully.

Sheng Xinghe wiped the sweat from his brow on He Qinian's neck, raised his hand to turn on the desk lamp, their chests were in a mess.Fearing that it would be troublesome to wash the dirty sheets, Sheng Xinghe quickly wiped them with a paper towel.

The air is filled with the strong smell of hormones.

"Have you been working hard lately to raise such descendants?" Sheng Xinghe said.

"No," He Qinian yawned, "I'm young."

Sheng Xinghe grabbed his chin and stuffed the tissue into it.

The task of coaxing her boyfriend was successfully completed, Sheng Xinghe was about to leave, but was hugged from behind by He Qinian.

"Don't go away," He Qinian kissed the tips of his red ears, "Stay with me tonight, I want to sleep with you in my arms."

Sheng Xinghe laughed: "Didn't you drink enough milk?"

"Damn," He Qinian was also happy, "Yeah, do you have any more?"

Sheng Xinghe threw away the tissue: "Young people who play too high now are prone to kidney failure in the future."

He Qinian was stunned: "You seem to be very experienced?"

Sheng Xinghe elbowed him, He Qinian groaned, turned over and pressed on him and kissed him fiercely.

The result of being too presumptuous at night was that both of them overslept the next day. In fact, it was not considered oversleeping. After all, it was only a quarter past six, but they usually woke up after five o'clock.

Sheng Xinghe's cell phone was left in his bedroom, and the alarm clock could not be heard, so He Qinian completely forgot to set the alarm clock.

Lin Jianzhou first went to Sheng Xinghe's room to take a look and saw no one, thinking that he had gone to the cafeteria for breakfast, so he turned to He Qinian's bedroom and knocked on the door.

Sheng Xinghe fell into a drowsy sleep, completely forgetting where he was, and responded reflexively: "Come in."

Then I heard the coach's voice: "The door is locked, how do you let me in, why are you in Xinghe? Open the door quickly."

The two people on the bed exploded like firecrackers, picking up clothes all over the floor naked.

The two heads bumped together so painful that tears were about to come out, Sheng Xinghe didn't care about rubbing, he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed to open the door.

But after thinking about it, there was no way to explain this matter, so he blocked the door and asked with his mouth: What should I do?

He Qinian walked over and said softly, "I'll be fine, don't talk."

Sheng Xinghe reluctantly trusted him.

As soon as the door opened, Lin Jianzhou glanced up and down at the two of them, one with sleepy eyes and one with messy hair.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jianzhou looked through the gap between the two, saw the messy bed and the coat that he hadn't picked up in time, "Did you two sleep together last night?"

"Hmm." He Qinian nodded, and received Sheng Xinghe's surprised gaze, as if to say: Are you an idiot?

"Brother, he watched a ghost movie last night, and then he was very scared, so he came over to give me a squeeze."

"..." The back of Sheng Xinghe's head was smoldering. In desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod, "Yes, Thailand is very scary. I am most afraid of female ghosts."

Lin Jianzhou had an expression of "I really can't see it", while He Qinian was still describing the process: "Actually, I didn't quite believe it, and then my senior brother pulled me to watch it together. After watching for ten minutes, I found out that it was true. I'm scared, and I'm scared too."

"How old are you, and you are still afraid of ghosts." Lin Jianzhou said a few words, and then urged the two of them to wash up and eat.

After that day, the two of them kept a proper distance, but in the middle of the night, He Qinian would still slip into Sheng Xinghe's room in the dark, sleep with his arms around him for a night, and go back early the next day.

Act like cheating.

At the beginning of May, when the horn of the Athletics Federation Diamond League sounded, Sheng Xinghe really had no time to get bored with him.

This year's league is divided into 14 stations. The domestic station is located in Shanghai, and the remaining 13 stations are abroad. Athletes have to work hard to get medals and score points in each sub-station. Only those who rank high in each event can participate in the final round finals.

He Qinian's performance has not yet reached the level of the league, and he was not selected. He stayed in the team to train and prepare for the Universiade in June.

There is a live broadcast of the Diamond League, but there are many events, the camera cuts back and forth, and the game lasts for more than two hours, and the total time left for the men's high jump may add up to two or three minutes.

The live C position will always be a passionate track event such as [-] meters and relay.

He Qinian couldn't catch up with him on TV, so he simply downloaded a sports app, only to find that the app was f*cking hard to use, the progress bar would freeze even if dragging it, and it would still freeze even if it was backed out.

What's even more frightening is that it has not developed a double-speed function so far, and can only watch at the original double speed. If it is fast-forwarded more, the picture will be blurred into a mosaic, and it will take half a minute to return to ultra-high definition.

Amazing.

It’s okay to lose your temper when you fast-forward, the membership fee is twice as expensive as other video sites, you can’t buy it, and you can’t watch any videos. This reminds him of some late-night files.

It is difficult to use, but it is difficult to use, but I am reluctant to remove it. After all, I still have to watch my wife's game. Whenever the commentator mentions "the following is Sheng Xinghe from the Chinese team", he will take crazy screenshots like a chicken blood Record screen and pass to circle of friends.

In the end, all the anger I received on this app turned into a rush of energy.

He vowed to follow in Sheng Xinghe's footsteps, so that he could go abroad to compete together, and he would no longer have to watch live broadcasts of events.

But God was probably deaf, he only heard the last paragraph and satisfied him.

Sheng Xinghe was injured on the field in Eugene.

At that time, he had already jumped 2 meters, created a new PB, and was about to sprint to a height of 29 meters. As a result, when he jumped up for the first time, his whole body paused as if struck by lightning.His right shoulder hit the bar and fell on the mat in a very embarrassed posture.

The coach and referee immediately realized that something was wrong and called the team doctor on the field.

Sheng Xinghe tightly protected his ankles with both hands. In just a few seconds, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his face, and his facial features were already distorted in pain.

This was the last scene He Qinian saw, his scalp tingled with fright, and he hurriedly called.

No one answered.

He Qinian has watched so many matches, and knows that the live broadcast on the APP is delayed, and it is about ten minutes later than that in China, which means that Sheng Xinghe has already fallen.

Before his eyes, Sheng Xinghe's expression after he fell was slightly frowned.The brain unconsciously associates many possibilities.

Sprained ankle, cracked bone, pulled muscle...

Anyone who has practiced track and field knows that these situations have already been considered, and the most terrifying thing is some lacerations.

Whether it is muscle or ligament, tearing or fracture is the most difficult to heal, because they are made of countless fibers intertwined, tearing requires a long period of treatment, and fracture is the nightmare of all athletes, even if they do Surgery is also difficult to restore the original state.

On a day of more than 20 degrees, He Qinian's limbs were covered with cold sweat, and he couldn't get through the phone. The longer he waited, the more flustered he became. Later, he remembered Sheng Xinghe's habit of turning the volume down before the game, so he called Lin Jianzhou and the team doctor.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the phone was finally connected.

"The person is still undergoing a detailed examination in the hospital," Lin Jianzhou said with a sigh, "I guess it's a ligament problem, otherwise it wouldn't hurt like that."

After hearing these words, He Qinian's heart felt like it was being pulled hard, and it kept falling.

The glass of boiling water on the table was completely cold, and so was his heart.

Because of the time difference between the two sides, Sheng Xinghe's voice was received in the early morning of the next day. He Qinian didn't fall asleep all night, his eyes were sore and swollen, and his nose was sore when he heard Sheng Xinghe's voice.

Sheng Xinghe sent a cautious greeting: "Are you asleep?"

He Qinian immediately played a video.

Sheng Xinghe's complexion was better than He Qinian expected, with a smile on his lips, asking why he hadn't rested yet.

"Waiting for your news, if you don't reply to me, will I be able to sleep?" He Qinian frowned, "What's the matter, you, is it serious?"

Sheng Xinghe didn't know how to define what level his injury was.

The peroneal ligament is torn, but fortunately it has not yet broken. The doctor said that there are two treatment options, either surgery or conservative treatment, but it is still recommended that he accept conservative treatment and he can fully recover, but it will take a long time recovery period.

During the period, you need to take medicine and take more rest during physical therapy.

In fact, for athletes, injuries are commonplace, and they can recover after maintenance, but for a 28-year-old athlete, lacerations are quite fatal.

Every time you get injured, you have to bear not only the torture of illness, but also the psychological blow.

"Is it serious?" He Qinian read something from his solemn expression, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

When Sheng Xinghe thought that He Qinian was going to participate in the Universiade soon, he didn't want his distraction to affect the state of the game and falsely reported his illness.

"It's just a sprain, a muscle strain, and I have to wait two weeks."

But the paper couldn't hold fire, Sheng Xinghe had just finished returning, and Lin Jianzhou sent another message, explaining his illness in detail.

He Qinian was completely confused by his explanation, but he didn't have a passport, so he could only tell Sheng Xinghe to rest well from a distance.

That night, He Qinian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his anxiety was not without reason.

With Sheng Xinghe's injury, it's impossible to compete in this year's league. If he doesn't have enough points, he won't be able to enter the finals. The selection for the World Championships in August is probably too bad.

If you miss this year's World Championships, you have to wait another two years.

Not to mention whether the ligaments can be fully restored to their previous state, the mental state in the middle will definitely be greatly affected.

This is more tormented than his own injury.

...

Sheng Xinghe was also unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Lin Jianzhou rationally analyzed the current situation with him.

"If you want to continue dancing, the team will definitely arrange a better doctor for you to ask, but from my personal experience, just treat it conservatively and wait for it to recover slowly."

A very special prefix was added to this sentence, which made Sheng Xinghe fall into deep thought.

In the eyes of the coach, the greater possibility is to stop here.

"Don't put too much pressure on you. We all know it's not easy for you to get to this point."

On the second day after the game, Sheng Xinghe returned to China with the team.

When I went out, I was alive and kicking. When I came back, my left calf was tightly wrapped in plaster, and I was still using a cane.

Sheng Xinghe got out of the car with Qin Hexuan's support, and He Qinian was a little surprised when he saw him.The face was not haggard, but the eyes were dull and dull, as if they couldn't find the focus.

He Qinian flew over and gave him a big hug: "Brother."

Sheng Xinghe patted him on the back: "Help me move the luggage on the car, my legs are not very comfortable."

At this time, some team members gathered around to care about the condition, Sheng Xinghe responded casually, and walked towards the dormitory building with a cane.

"I'm going back to rest first. I'm a little tired after sitting on the plane for a long time."

If I remember correctly, this was the first time He Qinian heard Sheng Xinghe say he was tired.

High-intensity training, day-and-night competitions, giving up rest days to take care of juniors and juniors who are younger than me.

All in all, hard work, never complained a word.

Feeling tired from the flight today?

The sky was getting darker, and the only remaining afterglow fell on the scattered branches, casting a faint shadow.

The wind blew through, and Sheng Xinghe's clothes were blown up at a corner, revealing the dark blue Kinesiology stickers.His hair was disheveled, his body was slightly bent, and his center of gravity was all shifted to the crutches.

When he was walking, he kept his head down, probably because he was too tall, and his movements on crutches were a little clumsy, as if he was about to be blown down by the wind.

The crutches collided with the ground and made a heavy sound, hitting the hearts of the two of them.

The elevator went straight to the sixth floor, Sheng Xinghe opened the door and entered the room, and He Qinian helped him carry the suitcase inside.

Qin Hexuan came in and explained a few words, before leaving he asked again: "Do you want to eat something, I'll buy it for you."

"No need, I'm not very hungry, you should also take a rest." Sheng Xinghe said.

"Okay, if you're hungry, send me a message, and I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."

Qin Hexuan didn't close the door when he went out, so He Qinian went over to close it on purpose, and locked it behind him.

"Why don't you go to eat?" Sheng Xinghe glanced at the time, it happened to be the time for dinner in the cafeteria.

He Qinian directly skipped the topic: "My mother knows a lot of doctors, I can ask you how to treat and recover faster."

"Conservative treatment is like that, it won't be quick." Sheng Xinghe sat on the bed and leaned the crutches against the wall, but as soon as he let go, the crutches slid to the other side, and he kicked the ground reflexively, wanting to reach out He went to help, and in the next second he hugged the injured calf as if struck by lightning.

He Qinian ran over to catch it quickly, then turned to look at Sheng Xinghe: "Are you alright?"

"It's okay," Sheng Xinghe took a breath, and it took him a while to recover, "I don't plan to participate in this year's World Championship selection."

With a "bang", the crutch in He Qinian's hand still slipped.

Sheng Xinghe watched him lift his crutches against the wall, and then stood quietly by the window. His tall figure covered most of the afterglow. Because of the backlight, Sheng Xinghe couldn't see his eyes clearly. .

"Did the doctor say how long it would take to recover?" He Qinian asked.

"The gypsum board can only be removed after 30 days, and the combination of high-intensity running and jumping must wait at least two months, otherwise it will be easy to tear again."

He Qinian made a rough calculation in his mind, and there are only more than 60 days left before the selection day for the World Championships. It is not realistic to improve his physical fitness and muscle strength to the peak state in such a short period of time.

Sheng Xinghe lowered his head, seemingly staring at the log-colored floor, but his eyes were out of focus.

"I have no chance." His voice was several degrees colder than usual.

Athlete injury is a particularly passive and helpless thing.

There is nothing to do but wait.

"I always feel like God is playing tricks on me." Sheng Xinghe suddenly laughed, the smile drawn from the corner of his mouth was pale and weak, "Whenever I adjust my state and get close to that goal, he will always give me something new. The stimulation, do you think it is implying me, don’t compare, it’s useless, you’re just like that.”

He Qinian was also irritated, but what irritated him most was not the sudden injury, but the sudden change of Sheng Xinghe's mentality.

I missed this year's World Championships and have to wait another two years.

Can Sheng Xinghe wait for the next time?

Or, are you still willing to wait?

If one day, Sheng Xinghe really retires...

He dared not think about it any longer.

This is like fans falling in love with a certain singer, audiences falling in love with a certain actor, and readers falling in love with a certain author. One day, that singer stops singing, that actor quits the screen, and that author announces that he will no longer write.

What's it like to never be able to wait for someone again?

Probably, his world is about to collapse.

"Then maybe this is the last test that God will give you." He Qinian squatted down, put his palms on his knees, raised his head slightly, and met his gaze. If it’s too late, we’ll wait for the next time, there are so many competitions, and there will be the Olympics next year.”

Sheng Xinghe avoided his gaze, sucked his nose with pantothenic acid: "Don't be ridiculous, you can't even reach the World Championships, and you still have to go to the Olympics."

Only he knows how he gritted his teeth and survived this journey. His take-off leg was injured again and again. He tried laser, shock wave, and various physiotherapy. He watched helplessly as the front door closed.

He will be 30 years old in two years.

It doesn't work now, will it be fine in two years?

His mind was full of doubts about himself.

All the unwillingness, doubts, grievances, regrets, anger, and melancholy in the past have been accumulated in the bottom of my heart without a channel to vent, and finally broke out today.

"It's useless, if you can't jump, you can't jump, that's all my ability," Sheng Xinghe closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands: "I really feel like I'm a failure."

In the silence, the last ray of the setting sun also disappeared.

He Qinian felt the back of his hand become hot, and looked down, only to realize that it was Sheng Xinghe's tears.