CH 24.4

Hand Injury (4)

Although their current grades are the worst in the youth training camp, apart from the two high-scoring players Qi Siyu and Meng Weiran, and Duan Wenzheng, the chosen son who never makes half a mistake in major events, Xue Lan is more worried about Si Yiyu and oneself.

But after a few days of training, Xue Lan found that although Si Yiyu’s performance in the last individual competition was extremely low and his style of play was conservative, his personal level was very high. Secretly admire.

So now… I just hope that I can stop dragging everyone back.

After that day, Xue Lan felt that her hand injury was almost healed, so she resumed her training progress. It’s just that Duan Wenzheng suddenly changed his mind these few days, and stayed in the training room all day, but when the time came, he had to drive Xue Lan back to the dormitory when it was time to rest.

On the third night, seeing that the first team match was about to start, Xue Lan couldn’t fall asleep after tossing and turning, so she just got up and sprayed the wound medicine again, planning to go to the training room to practice a few secretly.

The lights in the training room were dimly lit, and there were still people who hadn’t left in the middle of the night.

Xue Lan thought maybe Deng Ruiqiu, who hadn’t gone to rest, didn’t pay much attention, but when he approached the training room, through the transparent glass wall outside the training room, he clearly saw that the person who was still sitting in front of the computer late at night was…

Duan Wenzheng.

Xue Lan’s heart skipped a beat, but the footsteps that should have walked in or simply left seemed to have taken root, and she stood blankly outside the training room.

It wasn’t until the end of the game that Duan Wenzheng sat on the back of his chair and rubbed his eyebrows, and Xue Lan came back to the training room.

Duan Wenzheng was startled when he heard footsteps, then turned his head and looked behind him: “Why haven’t you slept yet?”

Xue Lan walked up to him, looked at this person who was secretly training without sleeping but wanted to “sue the wicked first”, couldn’t help thinking of what he said before, and said with a smile: “Come get the water.”

Duan Wenzheng raised his lips when he heard that. Of course, he didn’t ask why this person came to the water dispenser next to the training room to pick up water in the middle of the night. He consciously took off the headset, turned it off and got up neatly.

“Just now the fat man said he didn’t see you recently, and he wanted me to help you say sorry.”

Xue Lan paused when she heard the words, and it took a while to recall where this “sorry” came from.

“That’s not his fault, let him not take it to heart.”

“Mm.” Duan Wenzheng took the words, simply tidied up the desktop, and walked upstairs to the dormitory with Xue Lan.

They have walked through this dark corridor many times now, but the difference is that the identities of the trainee and the receptionist have been reversed.

Duan Wenzheng seemed to be in a good mood, he walked unhurriedly beside Xue Lan, and looked sideways at the person who got up at night to drink water.

“Like this game so much?”

“Mm.”

Xue Lan’s eyes were calm, and he didn’t express too much surprise at this sudden question, nor did he delve into whether Duan Wenzheng suddenly asked this question because of a whim, or because he discovered that he didn’t come to fetch water, but came secretly for practice.

Duan Wenzheng stopped, and asked again seemingly casually: “Why do you want to play professionally?”

“I don’t know either.” Xue Lan also stopped, and said with bent eyes: “Maybe it’s because I suddenly found that I have this opportunity to do things that I couldn’t do before. Isn’t it so useless?”

Duan Wenzheng’s gaze was fixed on him for a long time before he suddenly smiled and said, “Is that so?”

Xue Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Duan Wenzheng put his arms behind his head, and walked forward along the long corridor: “It’s been long enough to be number one from the bottom, let’s change to number one tomorrow for fun?”

Xue Lan was startled and then chased after him, as if infected by his smile, the lips curved slightly involuntarily: “But if Deng Ruiqiu hears this…”

“What does he do?” Duan Wenzheng said, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of the people around him, and glanced down at his wrist.

He has seen Duan Wenzheng’s anomalies these days, and he also knows that Duan Wenzheng is not as indifferent as he appears. He treats every friend around him very seriously. He was kicked off the plane during the training time, but he… sat in this seat instead of himself.

Xue Lan stopped again.

“Thank you, Reset.”

Duan Wenzheng raised his lips and looked at him: “Why do you like to say thank you so much, what are you thanking this time?”

Xue Lan was slightly surprised, did he always say thank you?

“You have to show some practical sincerity when you say thank you.” Duan Wenzheng still looked at Xue Lan’s slightly flushed cheeks with the same light look, and the hands on his shoulders also slightly retracted while speaking: “You said Yes or no?”

Xue Lan lowered her head when she heard this, and carefully took out a candy from her pocket.

Duan Wenzheng raised his eyebrows: “Do you think I’m a three-year-old?”

“No, then first, first owe.”

Xue Lan said that she was embarrassed and wanted to turn the candy to eat it herself, but just as she peeled off the candy wrapper, the people around her snatched the candy away.

“What kind of candy do kids eat at night?” Duan Wenzheng threw the piece of candy into his mouth as he spoke.

“…” Didn’t he just say no?

Duan Wenzheng didn’t have the slightest remorse for changing his mind, and said lazily: “You take everything seriously, and you hurt so much because of me. If I ask you for any more rewards, then I’m not too brute?”

Duan Wenzheng stood still in front of a room under Xue Lan’s dazed gaze as he spoke, stretched out his hand to take his uninjured hand, and pressed lightly on the fingerprint lock on the door, the corners of his lips were still slightly raised in a smile:

“Brother called, I will take you flying tomorrow, huh?”