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Chapter 81 Is It OK To Want Spiritual Satisfaction?

Jiang Sui had no intention of revealing his identity, and had already thought of an excuse when he was making the plan.

"Don't you know that your patron's father also has a Weibo account? He saw the hot search, found me in the message area, and said that if necessary, he can provide screenshots to prove that you have never used your father before the age of 16. money."

This reason sounds like outrageous fucking open the door for outrageous, outrageous home.Cheng Ziyao glanced at Jiang Sui with the eyes of a neuropathy, and mouthed: "Do you think he is a fool?"

However, the reality is that Duan Zhuo is really a fool. He has never played Weibo, and was fooled by Jiang Sui's few words.

"What's your name on Weibo, I'll add you as a friend." Duan Zhuo said.

Jiang Sui said with a smile: "You don't need to add friends, you can just search my WeChat name and click follow to see the news."

Soon, Jiang Sui became the first friend on Duan Zhuo's watch list.

Jiang Sui's Weibo dynamics were first updated six years ago, sharing some trivial daily life. Duan Zhuo smiled as he watched it as if he had discovered a treasure.

After taking a hot shower before going to bed, he lay down on the bed and logged in with his tablet to check the news.

Jiang Sui's face hadn't fully grown when he was in junior high school, it was a bit baby fat, and his eyes were not as delicate as they are now, with two narrow lines, and his smile was very gentle and contagious.The skin has maintained the fairness of junior high school.

Duan Zhuo regretted that he hadn't researched this software earlier, fortunately it's not too late now.

Most of the microblogs are complaints, as well as cooking and overturning daily routines.

Once I was working with my classmates on making braised pork. I poured the fried pork and hot water into the stew pot and went upstairs to play games. I forgot to set the alarm clock. Dry, pork and black pot bottom all melt together.

The chicken wings are boiled with green carbonated drinks, and the tongue is also stained after eating the chicken wings.

Lines of text and pictures vividly show the sensitivity and noise of adolescents.

Jiang Suihui was depressed because he couldn't train his chest and abdominal muscles, worried about coping with various exams, sad and insomnia because of losing the game, couldn't eat, and felt guilty because he couldn't resist the temptation to eat half a fried chicken in the middle of the night.

These old fragments of time put together an immature Jiang Sui with many defects, which was in great contrast to the young man Duan Zhuo knew, but he liked this Jiang Sui very much, and because he did not participate in Jiang Sui's A little regret about the past.

He looked at Jiang Sui's round belly just after eating, and he wanted to kiss him.

After the turmoil of hot searches passed, Duan Zhuo's tense nerves relaxed, and he had a long sweet dream just because of these cute movements.In the dream, it was an early spring day, the blue sky was clear, and he and Jiang Sui had turned into their childhood appearances, running along the avenue where the catkins fluttered.

Jiang Sui ran ahead, his body seemed to melt into the light, Duan Zhuo chased desperately, running, the boy suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, asking him why he was chasing.Duan Zhuo was amazed by the look back, he didn't answer in a daze.

But after waking up, he thought, no matter when he met Jiang Sui, he would fall in love with him hopelessly.

After breakfast in the morning, Duan Zhuo and his teammates gathered at the entrance of the swimming center, and the team leader chartered a bus.

On the way to the airport, he called Wang Ye and asked about Duan Zhihong's situation.

Wang Ye said: "I consulted with a lawyer yesterday, and he said that with your father's physical condition, there is a high probability that the compulsory drug rehabilitation center will not accept him. If he does not accept him, he can only stay in the community for drug rehabilitation. Get tested."

"Then what if he smokes again?"

"I told him that his body couldn't handle it like this, and he also promised that he would never touch it again."

Duan Zhuo can't believe that he won't touch such words again.Wang Ye and his thoughts were probably the same, and he added a sentence: "In short, I will try my best to help you keep an eye on it. I will notify you as soon as there is something, and I promise not to let the same thing happen last time. You put Just put all your mind back on the game, you hear me?"

"En." For the first time, Duan Zhuo felt that words were so empty that he couldn't express the gratitude and guilt in his heart. The only thing he could do was to thank him over and over again, and then keep this kindness in his heart.

"See you on the field then." Wang Ye said.

Duan Zhuo left Beijing three hours later. The plane flew over the city and farmland like an integrated circuit, and finally landed at Xining International Airport.

Not only the swimming team participated in the plateau training this time, but also athletes from many sports such as track and field, archery, and badminton.

In the evening, Duan Zhuo and his teammates went to the conference hall for a meeting. They met several world champions and Asian record holders who had been on the TV news. They were so excited that they dropped their phones.

Sitting together, they can talk, laugh, and secretly play with the mobile phone hidden under the table. They look like the brothers and sisters next door, and they are not as calm and cold as they are shown on TV.

In the evening video, Duan Zhuo told Jiang Sui all the star athletes he met in the conference hall. After listening, Jiang Sui's eyes lit up and asked him to help collect signatures.

"But we don't train in the same area, we can only meet each other during the mobilization meeting." Duan Zhuo was suddenly annoyed when Jiang Sui said this, "I should have let them sign my clothes."

Jiang Sui’s supper was soup wontons. Duan Zhuo saw him blowing the wontons in the spoon and said, “It’s okay, anyway, you will definitely have a chance to meet them when you get to the arena. Maybe you won the championship this time, and someone will ask you for your autograph.” Woolen cloth."

The matter of winning the championship was also discussed enthusiastically in the team's meeting.

For events like badminton and diving, the task of winning the championship is assigned from above, and the collective will be punished if the task is not completed.The same goes for the swimming team.

A fat middle-aged leader with a very fierce appearance even named him unequivocally: "If you lose to the Japanese team in the medley event, it will be a [-]-word review. Handwritten, the punishment includes but is not limited to the review. You all give me points." Even if you are about to die, you have to get this gold medal for the country before you die."

Among those who participated in the 200-meter men's medley event was Duan Zhuo. He felt tremendous pressure. He was either training or on the way to training every day. He couldn't escape training and competition even in his dreams, and he was out of breath.

"Do you know?" Duan Zhuo took advantage of the night to pour bitterness on his boyfriend, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed of competing with Little Japan. There was a guy who swam too fast. I couldn't catch up with him no matter what. When I was about to touch the wall, I was still half an arm away from him, and I was startled awake..."

"Oh, then you must have not slept well." Jiang Sui encouraged, "You don't have to put such a lot of pressure on yourself. A few small Japanese will not lose to us in one year."

That being said, the psychological pressure cannot be easily eliminated. Even the world champion will definitely be nervous when he arrives on the field.

What you lose is not your face, but the honor of the country.

Duan Zhuo sighed and said, "My current state is quite contradictory, both excited and apprehensive."

"Your head coach should have analyzed the strength of the Japanese team, have you predicted the results?"

"According to their results in the last Olympic Games, if I perform normally, I can win a gold medal. The only thing I worry about now is that I can't adapt to the unfamiliar environment. If you jump or are slow, it will be miserable."

"No, don't keep giving yourself such psychological hints, you are so good, good luck will definitely come to you." Jiang Suishen said with a mysterious smile, "And you believe me, when you arrive at the competition site, you will There is a mysterious oriental power injected into your body."

Duan Zhuo also smiled, pursed his lips, and asked: "Then if I really get the gold medal, will you reward me?"

"Of course!" Jiang Sui patted his thigh, boldly assured, "If you can win the championship, just ask what you fancy, and I will pay for it for you."

Duan Zhuo propped his cheeks: "Let me think about it..."

In fact, he now has a fixed income, and the team takes good care of them. He doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. He really can't think of anything missing.

He stared obsessively at the person opposite the screen, Jiang Sui was eating wonton seriously, dipped in a plate of heavy spicy sauce, swallowed it, inhaled frequently, licked his lips, so that in the end, the two flaps were thin Thin lips become moist and flushed.

How can it be so cute.

Duan Zhuo's thoughts diverged endlessly, and at a certain moment, one thread connected to another, and he got an idea.

"I thought about it."

"Huh?" Jiang Sui wished to lift his face buried in the noodle soup, hissing and breathing, and in a short gap, he asked quickly, "What do you want?"

Just thinking about that matter made Duan Zhuo's blood boil, he tried his best to suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, and made himself look a little normal.

He rubbed his nose, lowered his voice and asked, "I don't want material things, but spiritual satisfaction?"

Although Duan Zhuo has tried his best to conceal his desire, Jiang Sui still understood the meaning of this sentence from his shy and dodged eyes, and he understood it almost instantly.

Jiang Sui couldn't help but want to tease him: "What?"

Duan Zhuo's ears were redder indeed, he didn't know he thought of something obscene, he turned his eyes away, and muttered in a low voice, "It's the kind of behavior that couples will have..."

Jiang Sui showed his acting skills and pretended to be foolish: "You mean kissing? No problem."

"It's not just this," Duan Zhuo stared at the camera, and the two dimples at the corners of his mouth sneaked out again, his tone was soft like a baby, "Yes, it's the next step of kissing..."

Only then did Jiang Sui drag out a long and obscene voice, "Oh—" said: "That one."

In fact, the last time they had a tryst in a hotel, Jiang Sui already felt that Duan Zhuo had such an idea, and he implemented it personally, but Jiang Sui was not mentally prepared for that meeting, and changed his mind midway.

Out of respect, Duan Zhuo didn't force him to continue. In the end, he hugged each other out of breath and settled each other.Just like this, Duan Zhuo was already buried in his arms contentedly, laughing all night long.

Jiang Sui is not without impulse, but the information on Duan Zhuo's tablet, as well as the experience posts he found on the Internet, all tell him that this is not a simple matter.

After waiting for a while, but did not get an answer, Duan Zhuo cheekily asked again: "Is it okay?"

"You should change to something else."

As soon as this remark came out, the person opposite immediately changed his expression, frowning so much that he could catch flies, Jiang Sui immediately added: "Or if you stay below, I will satisfy you, okay?"

The corner of Duan Zhuo's mouth twitched, but before he could speak, a little disdain already flowed from his eyes.

"It's not bad for me to be underneath," he said calmly, "but is your waist okay?"

This doubt completely set Jiang Sui on fire. He choked up the wonton soup he just ate, flushed from coughing, and pretended to be calm: "Is there more than enough?"

"Otherwise," Duan Zhuo hurriedly made amends for himself, "I have a total of four games, if the number of medals I get is an odd number, listen to me, even the number is up to you, if you don't get anything, just go No more rewards."

It sounded fair, Jiang Sui raised his eyebrows, considered his application approved, and took a few sips of boiled water to cool himself down.

But at this time, Duan Zhuo seemed to have won the victory, his smile was so sweet that he was dizzy, his chin was hidden in the crook of his arms, every time his eyes blinked, Jiang Sui could see the little love heart launched from the other end of the screen.

Until late at night in his dream, the young man's vowed voice was still lingering in his ears.

"I will definitely win, and then don't hold back your debt."

So childish and yet so endearing.