i can't like him

Chapter 59

The exit passage of the athletes will pass through the auditorium, and several reporters and cameramen have been waiting for a long time.

He Qinian and Sheng Xinghe walked very fast, they flocked to them as if they were afraid of missing them, and a reporter even gently tugged on He Qinian's sports vest.

Sheng Xinghe's neck was hooked by He Qinian, and when He Qinian braked, he naturally turned his head. The female reporter was short in stature, and he only heard her voice but didn't see her. When he lowered his head, he realized that she was like a bird waiting to be fed. The little chick raised its neck and held up the microphone with the logo of the TV station in its hand.

He recognized this as the female reporter who interviewed them on the field last year.

He Qinian also quickly recalled that his long legs were slightly apart, and he was bending over to accept the interview, with a faint smile on his lips all the time.

From the perspective of others, it means that he is in a good mood after winning the game, but in fact, he is thinking about how to enjoy the feast when he gets home.

When the reporter asked Sheng Xinghe a question, his thoughts flew wildly.

There are a few steaks left in the freezer that can be served with pasta.

There seem to be two more condoms at home?

There is only one base of lubricating fluid, and when I go to buy lubricating oil at night, I will buy a box cover by the way.

Oh yes, last time my wife said that she wanted to eat cherries, so she had to buy a box. How much is a catty of cherries now?

Did you pay back the money last month?

Ah... when will I ever get rich.

The reporter finished worrying about the reason for Sheng Xinghe's leg change, and turned the microphone to He Qiian's front: "Before coming to the competition, did you ever think that you would get such an excellent result today?"

He Qinian immediately came back to his senses: "I have been thinking day and night all year long about the goal of passing 2 meters."

As the only person who knew what 2 meters meant, Sheng Xinghe smiled tacitly.

"You are only 21 years old now. In the history of the track and field team, it is rare to break through the height of 2 meters at this age. You are really very good."

After the reporter's flattery, he couldn't help asking, "Then the two of you are evenly matched, will there be competition pressure? After all, there is only one gold medal."

He Qinian said without hesitation: "No, what's mine is his, and what's his is mine."

As soon as these words came out, not only the reporters, but even the audience gave an "ah" in understanding.

Sheng Xinghe's heart was warm, but seeing so many mobile phones facing him in the auditorium, he was still a little embarrassed. He was afraid that there would be some terrible trending searches again, so he hurried to save the scene: "Because we are a team, no matter who wins the prize, it will be the winner." I am sincerely happy for each other, our ultimate goal is actually the international competition, if I go with him, wouldn't the chances of winning the prize be higher?"

"Yes," He Qinian pinched the microphone again, and said boldly, "We are the team of 'Winning the Flag', and our goal is to win glory for the Chinese team!"

These words are so familiar.

Sheng Xinghe didn't dislike him this time, and even responded with a face-saving response.

The reporter laughed: "Then how do you usually motivate yourself before the competition?"

This question made He Qinian think about it again, how to motivate him, let's make a bet with Sheng Xinghe, but if he answered this way, the reporter would definitely ask what the bet was.

He turned his head and handed the microphone to Sheng Xinghe, expecting the other party's answer.

Sheng Xinghe thought for a while and said: "We all encourage each other. During the time when my left leg was injured and I was depressed, Xiaonian often encouraged me and gave me a lot of motivation. The coaches who lead everyone with all their heart, and also met the teammates who are utterly devoted to each other."

Under some honest remarks, there is an unspeakable ambiguity hidden, only those who can understand can understand.

After the game, everyone went home.

The high-speed train slid quickly on the track, leaving a deep roar, Sheng Xinghe was so sleepy that he ate some fruit, and fell asleep on He Qinian's shoulder.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the train station in City A, and the sky outside the train station was completely dark. He Qinian pinched Sheng Xinghe's chin lightly: "Brother, wake up, we're here."

Sheng Xinghe frowned and muttered, "So fast."

He Qinian asked: "Are you hungry? Let's have some supper?"

Just woke up, the hunger is not obvious, but since He Qinian asked, it means that he must be hungry, Sheng Xinghe nodded, got up to get the luggage on the shelf.

City A was the terminal station, and when they got off the train, the train was basically empty.

As the crowd poured out of the hall, He Qinian reached out to hail a taxi and reported the address of a commercial street near his home. Sheng Xinghe was drowsy in the car, with his head on He Qinian's neck.

In the dark place, the fingers of the two were entangled together.

He Qinian pinched his fingertips: "Don't sleep, I'll be there in a while, think about what to eat later?"

Sheng Xinghe said "hmm": "How about ordering takeaway? I still have a few coupons on Meituan that have not been used up."

He Qinian spread his hands: "Then give me your phone, I'll take a look."

Both of their lock screen passwords were changed to a combination of birthdays, 403082, and He Qinian tapped to unlock.

The APP automatically pushes an advertisement for Valentine's Day discounts.

"Today is Valentine's Day!" He Qinian looked like a surprised Samoyed.

Sheng Xinghe: "And then?"

He Qinian answered smoothly: "Let's celebrate Valentine's Day, it seems like we haven't celebrated it yet."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror with gossiping eyes, Sheng Xinghe almost choked to death on his own saliva, and whispered "idiot".

"I'm going home to sleep. I've been tired all day and I'm sleepy. You can make an appointment by yourself."

That being said, as soon as he got off the bus, Sheng Xinghe was dragged across the road by He Qinian, chatting from elementary school to high school, and from competitions to the future.

On Valentine's Day, there are quite a lot of people on the street, and the shops are basically open, and there are some old men selling roses pushing broken tricycles, and a few old men are shouting there.

Eight yuan a piece, you can get a discount if you buy more.

He Qinian glanced at his WeChat balance and gave up the idea of ​​being romantic, but he didn't forget to buy a box of cherries when he passed the fruit shop.

This street is not very long. It is only about one kilometer from the street to the end of the street. The legs are long, and I feel my head after walking a few steps.

The street is close to shopping malls and residential areas, and it is very lively. When the end of the street is approaching, it is obvious that there are few people, and some shops are about to close.

Sheng Xinghe was about to go back, when he accidentally saw a men's clothing store with lights on, and a male model standing in a transparent window, his upper body was naked, and his lower body was wearing a pair of cartoon underwear with the pattern of SpongeBob SquarePants.

There is a black billboard next to the male model's feet, which says crookedly: Please go to the second floor for tattoos, eyebrow tattoos, ear picking, haircuts, and manicures.

The business is quite complete.

Sheng Xinghe's footsteps stopped at the door, and He Qinian followed his gaze: "Why, do you want to buy underwear?"

"No!" Sheng Xinghe said, "I want to get a tattoo."

"Huh?" He Qinian shivered, "The tattoo hurts."

Sheng Xinghe was very calm: "I'm not afraid of pain." He has experienced so many painful things, what is this little pain?

There was only one man with a curly hair in the store, Sheng Xinghe hesitated at the door for a while, then opened the door and went in.

The man warmly entertained: "You can try on any clothes and pants you like."

Sheng Xinghe: "Can you get tattoos here?"

The man nodded: "Yes, what do you want to write about? What is the approximate area?"

"Wings, Wen..." Sheng Xinghe thought for a while, "Is it okay to write on my shoulder blades?"

He Qinian said "Wow".

The man dug out a few thick albums from the cabinet, with all kinds of tattoo patterns printed on them, flat, 3D, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, European and American.

Sheng Xinghe immediately took a fancy to a pair of black wings, extending from the spine to the shoulders, the painting is exquisite and lifelike, it looks like it is dynamic, and there are a few feathers shaking off.

After consulting the price, the boss took them to the second floor.

The tattoo artist looks younger than the boss, with cyan tattoos on his bare wrist bones and ankles.

Pretty cool.

The boss asked them if they needed food and drinks, because the patterns were more complicated and it would take at least a few hours to finish the writing.

Sheng Xinghe asked for a glass of lemonade, and He Qinian sat on the sofa and ate several pieces of bread one after another.

Sheng Xinghe was afraid that he would be bored: "Why don't you go back to sleep first, I'll walk back by myself in a while."

"No, I'll stay here with you."

The moment the tattoo needle pierced the skin, He Qinian was even more nervous than Sheng Xinghe, clutching the mineral water bottle in his hand and asking, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Xinghe raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then quickly poked the phone a few times with the tip of his index finger.

He Qinian's WeChat alert sounded.

【Wife: It’s okay, I didn’t hurt you. 】