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Chapter 25 Could It Be a Horror Movie?

All the events on the first day of the school sports meeting ended at [-] o'clock in the evening.That night, Duan Zhuo did not go to the library, but rode his bicycle to the indoor swimming pool again.

Those few words of praise and invitation from Wang Ye alone were not enough to shake his heart, but the disappointed look on Jiang Sui's face after learning of his decision affected his mood to some extent.

I also began to seriously think about one thing, whether life really must be carried out as planned to be considered the best.

But tangled all the way, there is no answer.Given his age and experience, nine years of compulsory education, high school, and university entrance exams, there are many hands pushing him forward, and learning has become a habit.

Suddenly asked him to turn around and go to a road full of thorns, he felt very hesitant.

After changing into his swimming trunks, he walked to the door of the locker room, when he heard Wang Ye's voice scolding the team members.

"Did everyone practice fucking well? Huh? Endurance is not good enough, and the speed can't keep up. What is it called today? Can you see it?"

"I can't even compare to an amateur, and I still have the face to eat here. I'm too used to you guys, right?"

"At this level, what kind of league do you want? I think you can pack your bags and go home to raise pigs. I guess pigs can swim faster than you."

Duan Zhuo: "..."

Who is this scolding?

The footsteps were getting closer, Duan Zhuo shivered, stepped back, stood in front of the cabinet and opened the door, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Furious, Wang Ye kicked open the door of the locker room. Duan Zhuo saw the doorknob knocked off a piece of wall in the locker room, and the door bounced back, hitting Wang Ye's shoulder.

The man became even more angry, he slammed the door shut with a "bang", and when he raised his eyes to look at Duan Zhuo, there were still sparks in his eyes, but they quickly went out again.

Duan Zhuo thought he would say something, even if he was not talking about the game, he would nod and say hello, but there was nothing. Wang Ye sat down on the bench, took out the cigarette and lighter in his pocket, and lit it.

On the wall of the locker room, the sign of "NOSMOKING" became a decoration.

He flipped open the black booklet recording the grades in his hand, wrote a few numbers, his mood seemed to get worse, he tore up the whole page, and threw it into the trash can.The pieces of paper, like fallen leaves in autumn, swirled and ran to the ground.

A man who can smoke in the dressing room probably wouldn't pick up those scraps of paper, let alone still angry at this time.

Duan Zhuo walked over, picked them all up, and threw them into the trash can beside him.

"Did you hear what you said just now?" Wang Ye said suddenly, his tone was calm, and his brows were stretched, as if he was a different person.

"What are you referring to?" Duan Zhuo said, "It's only been 2 minutes since I came here."

Wang Ye squinted his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke: "There will be a swimming league organized by the province at the end of the month. Dozens of schools will participate together. It's at the Nancheng Gymnasium. Are you interested?"

Before Duan Zhuo could figure out the answer, Wang Ye looked up at him: "Do me a favor."

Duan Zhuo didn't understand: "What can I help?"

Probably seeing Duan Zhuo waving the smoke in the air with his hands, Wang Ye took a deep breath and exhaled in another direction. The rest was crushed and thrown into the trash can.

In a cloud of smoke, he opened his mouth: "If you can bring me a 1000-meter championship, I will give you another [-] yuan bonus alone. It is my bet with you, don't tell me People in the team."

The words "bonus" and "again" successfully aroused Duan Zhuo's interest and ignited his fighting spirit, but there was no such thing as pie in the sky, so he asked again: "Then what if I fail to win the championship?" ?”

Wang Ye's complexion changed, and he chuckled lightly: "Why, are you scared?"

"I'm not cowardly, I can go to the competition, but I want to make it clear to you that I have no money, so I can only promise you other conditions."

When he got the answer he wanted to hear, the corner of Wang Ye's mouth curled up: "I don't want your money, as long as you are willing to practice hard with me and come back with a championship, nothing else matters."

It sounds like a guaranteed business, and the other party is the coach of the school team, so he shouldn't be fooling a student.

While Duan Zhuo was thinking, he stared at the person opposite. Wang Ye's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were deep, his skin was thin, and his face had no flesh. Hooligan strength.The combination of the two forms a strange quality, which makes people feel that he is both fierce and bad but quite reliable.

However, Duan Zhuo still can't figure out one thing. The mere campus league has no gold content. Is it worth Wang Ye's own money?

"Why do you say winning the championship is a favor for you?" Duan Zhuo asked tactfully.

Wang Ye seemed to have expected that he would ask this question a long time ago, and the corner of his mouth was raised: "Because I also made a bet with the coach of the University..."

Like some unspeakable bet, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth, so he "hissed", and his smile became even brighter and brighter: "I'm a person, I can bear everything else, but I can't lose to him."

Duan Zhuo guessed: "Are you rivals in love?"

Wang Ye shook his head: "He and I were in the same provincial team before. He is my opponent and my best partner."

Mentioning this former teammate, Coach Wang leaned back slightly, with his arms resting on the cushion, as if recalling something pleasant, his eyes revealed a very rare tenderness.

"When we first entered the provincial team, we both practiced freestyle, and our results were similar. We often killed each other because of the same quota..." He paused, looked at Duan Zhuo and said, "It's not really a pinch."

Duan Zhuo nodded and said, "I understand, I just want to win."

"He is very competitive. We used to train at about nine o'clock, and he practiced secretly after nine o'clock. He just wanted to beat me and get a place in the competition. But then our coach felt that the backstroke was better. No, ask us which one is willing to switch to the backstroke side."

"And you turned around?"

"At the beginning, neither of us had that plan. The coach asked us to compete for a round, and whoever lost would turn over. But on the day of the match, the coach said it was cancelled, saying that He Xun was willing to transfer to the backstroke group. I was It feels quite inexplicable, so I went to ask him why, do you know what he said to me?"

Duan Zhuo shook his head.

"He said that he just wanted to prove that he could win more medals than me in other events. Are you angry?"

At first glance, these words are quite irritating, but according to Duan Zhuo's understanding, there is a big difference between freestyle and backstroke. If you change the sport, you have to start from the beginning, which is a very disadvantageous thing.

He didn't think that Wang Ye really didn't even know this basic common sense.

Perhaps, these two people can still keep in touch now, which has a lot to do with Coach He's transfer.

After all, in many cases, the relationship between people is established when one person suffers a loss and the other accepts favor.

Just like him and Jiang Sui.

When this name suddenly popped up in his head, Duan Zhuo was slightly taken aback. It was hard to believe that he had put the friendship with Jiang Sui in just a few months with the relationship between Coach Wang and the others for more than ten years, or even longer than that. on a par.

But subconsciously, he felt that his relationship with Jiang Sui should be like this in the future.

In a very accidental time, when thinking of each other, there are smiles on the eyebrows and eyes.

After saying this, Wang Ye changed into his swimming trunks, took out another cigarette, and looked for a lighter everywhere.

Duan Zhuo raised the lighter in his hand, and pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall. Wang Ye smiled and cursed "animal", but finally put away the cigarettes.

He entered the water himself and demonstrated to Duan Zhuo the decomposition movements of jumping and turning.A few students in the swimming pool watched curiously, discussed, and were scolded by Wang Ye, "Didn't my mother teach you?", and never looked at Duan Zhuo again.

Wang Ye is a professional swimmer, with professional movements and thorough explanations.

Duan Zhuo adjusted the angle of entering the water and turning around as he demonstrated. Wang Ye tirelessly guided and corrected mistakes with an unusually kind attitude.

After going back and forth a few times, Wang Ye went ashore, found the starting gun and the pamphlet, and measured the speed for everyone.

Duan Zhuo was the fastest in the first three times, tying Zhang Jiayan's performance during the day. Duan Zhuo could tell from Wang Ye's expression that he was quite satisfied with his results.

But his physical strength was exhausted too quickly, and he became weaker a few times later, so Wang Ye asked everyone to rest together.

At night, the temperature in the venue was lower than during the day, and when Duan Zhuo got out of the swimming pool after swimming, a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

Wang Ye threw him a bath towel and said, "Come here early tomorrow night."

Duan Zhuo rubbed his hair and said, "But I still have to prepare for the English test."

Wang Ye stared, his facial features vividly expressing disbelief: "I still have an exam? What is the exam?" He counted the date: "Is it level four?"

Duan Zhuo nodded.

"Hey, it's not the college entrance examination, just pass the line and get a certificate." He threw a bottle of drink to Duan Zhuo again, "Let me teach you, it's easy to pass if you brush up on the questions a week before the exam. Forget it."

This remark sounds a bit misleading to the students. If it is said, no one will believe that this is what the teacher said to the students. Wang Ye’s rigor and seriousness seem to be only aimed at swimming, and he is dismissive of everything else. .

After Wang Ye changed his clothes, he left first. Duan Zhuo walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and ran into Zhang Jiayan who was changing clothes.

Duan Zhuo felt that Zhang Jiayan was staring at him from the corner of his eye, so he cast his eyes over him. Zhang Jiayan was stunned, and asked, "Did Coach Wang invite you to join the school team?"

When Zhang Jiayan said this, his expression was expressionless, and his tone did not fluctuate, which made people feel that he was not in a good mood.

Duan Zhuo can understand Zhang Jiayan's inner activities at the moment. He has just tied Zhang Jiayan's [-]-meter score. If he joins the school team, it will definitely be a threat to Zhang Jiayan.

But he didn't care if Zhang Jiayan was in a good mood, and said frankly, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Jiayan let out a chuckle between sarcasm and sigh, "I just suddenly remembered that when I was a freshman, the coach invited me in the same way."

Duan Zhuo didn't understand what he wanted to express, put on his clothes and said, "But I don't have that much time for training, I just promised him a league match."

Zhang Jiayan looked at him, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it..."

On the way back, Duan Zhuo went to the supermarket to pick up some bread, intending to eat it early for the week. When passing by the air-conditioner, he picked up a plate of Jiang Sui’s favorite yellow peach yogurt, closed the door, thought about it, and opened it again. Reluctantly, he brought the strawberry yoghurt that Can Chengzi Yao usually drank.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Jiang Sui and Cheng Ziyao were already on the bed, but they were not asleep yet.

"Where did you go?" Jiang Sui was lying flat at first, but when he heard the movement, he leaned on the railing beside the bed and asked, "Why didn't you reply when I sent you a message."

"Ah? I didn't hear it." Duan Zhuo quickly put down his things, took out his phone and took a look, "Oh, I guess I'm stuck on WeChat, and the reception is delayed. What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Sui said with a sullen face, "I want you to bring back some duck necks. I just watched a episode of eating and broadcasting, and I'm so hungry."

"Then I'll go downstairs to buy it now. I want sweet and spicy ones, right. Is one box enough?"

Jiang Sui quickly stopped him: "No need, you are all back, I will eat tomorrow."

"It's okay, you are a patient, and the patient's requirements can be met." After Duan Zhuo finished speaking, he picked up his mobile phone and rushed downstairs in a hurry regardless of the blocking voice behind him.

Jiang Sui and Jiang Sui’s family all treated him so well. He owed a lot of favors, and it was rare for him to be needed. Let alone buying duck necks at the canteen, even if he wanted to eat duck necks from Wuhan, he had to find a way to buy them for him. arrive.

The sweet and spicy duck necks in several small shops near the apartment were sold out. Duan Zhuo rode his bicycle to the outside of the campus. When he had to pay, he suddenly remembered that Jiang Sui had a leg injury. One box of sweet and spicy and one box of original.This stuff has a shelf life of seven days, and the sweet and spicy ones can be eaten after two days.

When he brought his things back, the lights in the apartment were turned off, and he had to talk to the housekeeper for a while before letting him in.

Entering the room, Cheng Ziyao had already fallen asleep, but Jiang Sui hadn't. He sat cross-legged on the bed, propping the tablet on the head of the bed.

The small night light attached to the wall was glowing with warm yellow light, Duan Zhuo approached gently, his joyful eyes passed through the light, and greeted him.

Duan Zhuo tiptoed onto the bed, and Jiang Sui handed him an earphone: "Watch a movie with me."

"What are you watching?" Duan Zhuo suddenly remembered the dream he had not long ago, Jiang Sui's inviting eyes were very similar to those in the dream, "Could it be a horror movie?"

"No, it's a comedy produced by Happy Twist, and it's rated quite highly. I haven't had time to watch it in theaters before, but now I can watch it online."

While Duan Zhuo was hesitating, Jiang Sui had already clicked on the movie, and propped the tablet on the railing between the two beds, but the railing was so narrow that the tablet couldn’t be placed flat. Fall to the other side.

Jiang Sui let out a "tsk".

Duan Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore, picked up his own pillow, and stood it sideways beside the railing, just enough to support the tablet.

"Stupid, isn't this all right?"

Jiang Sui put the earphones into Duan Zhuo's ears, and smiled at him under the alternating light and dark: "I did it on purpose, otherwise why would you come and watch with me?"