After walking back a few steps, Song Yimian saw a familiar figure again, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
This is no coincidence. The two people who had said they had to work overtime for the past two days and couldn't spare time to watch the game suddenly touched each other.
The sky has darkened, and the man still has a pair of black sunglasses on his nose that covers most of his face. A thick black and gray scarf is wrapped around his neck, successfully hiding the lower half of his face, as if he is afraid of being recognized. .
She kept pressing the unlock and lock buttons on the car key in her hand, turning her head left and right, and always paying attention to the road under her feet, because she couldn't fully see what was in front of her, so she walked especially carefully for a short distance, mouthing Li muttered to himself, "It's parked here, why isn't it here? Tsk, it's better to take a taxi here. This is Area C."
This outfit attracted many passers-by to look sideways. The effort was put in the wrong place, which made it more eye-catching...
Because he was so familiar, Song Yimian could recognize people he saw almost every day by their temperament even without looking at their faces. What's more, when the man's eyes touched him, he hurriedly lowered his head.
"Aunt Shujiang." Song Yimian called to the woman who was about to pass him by.
Tao's mother paused, took off her sunglasses, and sneered, "Xiao Song, ha, why are your faces so red?"
As expected of a family, they all pay attention to the same things.
Song Yimian responded to Tao's mother with the same answer again, and then asked, "You are dressed like this..."
Tao's mother pushed down the scarf covering her mouth, straightened her hair that was messed up by the cold wind, and blinked her eyes quickly, "My...eyes don't feel good."
This was a bit false, but Song Yimian did not expose her, and then asked, "Xiaoyou's game hasn't started yet. Are you going to leave? Why don't you watch for a while?"
Tao's mother folded her sunglasses, put them into the glasses case and put them away. "I came here to watch the game because I was busy. I have a meeting in an hour, and now I have to rush back... I have no choice."
"There will be games in the next few days. I'll watch them later." Tao's mother said, looking at the time, tapping her finger on the dial, and said, "I'm really too late, Xiao Song, please go in quickly." , Xiaoyou’s competition has just started.”
"There's no need to tell her that I've been here. Goodbye."
"Hey, do you know where Area C of the parking lot is..." Tao's mother took two steps and turned back to ask Song Yimian, but seeing his immature face, she thought about it and forgot about it. , "It's okay, I'll look for you again. Come in quickly. It's cold outside. Just wear these clothes when you come out. Don't let the wind blow. Be careful of catching a cold."
They were all recognized, so Mrs. Tao didn’t bother to put on her glasses. She just pulled up her scarf to block the wind, took out the car keys from her pocket, and continued to look for the car in a hurry. She stumbled several times and stepped on the little child on the ground. Pebbles.
Song Yimian just wanted to raise his hand to point in the direction and put it down into a fist. Thinking of Tao's mother saying that Tao You's competition had begun, Song Yimian didn't dare to waste too much time outside. He walked to the door in three steps and opened the door. a curtain.
He ran into someone who was pushing the door open.
Song Yimian stayed polite and stepped aside to let the man come out first.
"Thank you." The man said in a low voice, tilting his head to thank him without showing his face.
A very unnatural sound, as if it was deliberately suppressed, with an obvious gritty feel, which is very annoying to the ears.
When the two of them passed each other, a special smell floated into Song Yimian's nose. It was a bit pungent and unpleasant, like the smell of many chemical materials mixed together and reacting. Similar smells occasionally appear in the school chemistry laboratory. There is a smell, but if you open the window to disperse the smell, it will be gone in half a class at most.
But the smell of this person as he walked away was strong, as if he had been soaked in those liquids for many days and had been marinated in the smell. Even after he had walked far away, he could still smell the smell.
Song Yimian wrinkled his nose, held his breath subconsciously, raised his eyes and looked sideways, looking at the man's fat and honest but tall back, he was a little curious about what kind of profession that man was engaged in, and how he could be infected with such a big disease. smell.
At this time, in the venue
There was a whistle, "The end of the first game, the score is 1-0, leading by one."
Hong Xiqi and others jointly shouted cheers, which was especially leading among the many spectators.
Along with the cheers, Song Yimian came back to his senses and pushed the door open. The noise instantly filled his ears. The sufficient heating drove away the chill in his body. His whole body relaxed and the breath he was holding relaxed. Waiting for him After closing the door and looking back, in the blurry shadow, the man just now had disappeared.
There is a strange feeling lingering in his heart, but his intuition has never been very accurate. He can be wrong eight out of ten, which is a level that even his parents despise...
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On the third day of the game, Tao You walked to the bench and casually wiped his sweat twice, lifted his sweat-soaked hair, and continued to play without pausing.
Coach Tan is right. Kang Yi is a difficult player. It's impossible to play against her without careful attention. After a game, it takes a lot of energy and energy. It feels completely different from the previous friendly matches.
After all, in a friendly match, you know it won't matter if you lose. With the sense of security, you will be more relaxed and perform better. But in this match, you are isolated and have no sense of security. You can only try your best to win that match. A path of several numbers was placed in front of her for her to choose. If she took a step back, she would be stuck in the quagmire.
While reviewing the first game in her mind, she worked hard to adjust her condition and find an opportunity to defeat Kang Yi.
Thinking this way, the sore muscles in her legs tightened. She wiped the slippery sweat from her palms onto her clothes and shook her right hand. She did not relax her vigilance and secretly feel happy because she won the first game, but became even more excited. Concentrate, try to adjust your breathing to a suitable rhythm, get ready, and wait for the referee to blow the whistle again.
Kang Yi, who was opposite him, wasn't feeling much better at the moment. He panted and licked his dry lips, lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his eyes, and kept throwing tennis balls on the ground to feel the touch.
She knew that Kang Yi must still have some strength in the first game. It was more like using this first game as a bet to test the waters, so that Tao You could relax his vigilance after winning this game with a small score difference. Traps are the best.
If not, then she is not at a loss. At least she can learn from it what Tao You's current weaknesses are. After all, sometimes, the data collected by the coach will be slightly different from reality. The problems that occurred in the last game will not be solved this time. It may not reappear in the game; similarly, problems that were not exposed before do not mean that they will be lucky enough to be covered up this time.
Tao You can naturally predict what Kang Yi can think of. She knows in her heart that the next few games are the top priority, and that is when the results will really be known...
The referee held a silver whistle in his mouth and looked around - Kang Yi was already eagerly leaning over to pat the ball, and the beads of sweat on Tao You's face kept falling, and his upper body was lowered...
"Beep————"
The moment the whistle blew, Kang Yi threw the ball high and swung the racket in a standard manner.
"Beep——" the ball hit the ground and the referee blew the whistle again, "fault! (serve foul)"
He made a note on the paper in front of him.
Tao You retreated to a diagonal position and bounced lightly on the ground with his feet.
Kang Yi took out the second ball from his trouser pocket, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remained still for a few seconds before making a prepared gesture to the referee.
The referee only blew the whistle for the third time.
This time Kang Yi chose a safe way to serve, but while it was safe, it had almost no lethality.
Song Yimian carried the two sweet potatoes in his arms as if he were carrying treasures. He walked quietly to Coach Tan, stood there and stared for a while, then asked quietly, "Coach, what's the score?"
Coach Tan trembled all over, stared in panic and took a step back. When he saw it was Song Yimian, he immediately lowered his open mouth and hit him on the shoulder in a particularly speechless manner, "You bastard, don't speak before you speak. Let me say something first, I am old and have a lot of diseases, and I can’t stand being scared like this by you!”
"Why do you squeak before speaking?" Song Yimian asked sincerely, "Squeak.
so? "
"..." Coach Tan raised his eyes, a bit offended by Song Yimian's cold joke, "You don't know what the score is." After being startled, he rushed to the referee angrily. The scoreboard next to him raised his chin.
"The game has just started, just wait." Coach Tan was so frightened that he quickly recovered, "This Tengqiao No. 6 Middle School is not easy to deal with." He shook his head as he said, "Tao You. The field is difficult to fight."
Song Yimian heard this and glanced out of the corner of his eye, sitting at the back of the opposite court, swinging his legs and a smile that was destined to win. He didn't pay much attention to the game going on on the court and was chatting with the coach next to him. Never stopped.
"Excessive self-confidence will only hurt yourself." Song Yimian calmly moved his eyes back to the playing field, not wanting to take another look. Then he suddenly said something. The hand holding the sweet potato was hot, so he changed his hand. Then cover it.
Coach Tan also looked at the coach opposite and remained silent.
Then, he shrugged his nose like a dog, "Where does that sweet potato smell come from?"
He sniffed and gradually moved his nose closer to Song Yimian until he noticed his bulging belly, "Did you buy sweet potatoes? How many did you buy? Give me one and I'll give you the money later."
Song Yimian slapped Coach Tan's palm that was open to him, "The man at the door sells it. You can buy it yourself after the game. I have someone who has made a reservation." After saying that, he didn't care about his hot hands and covered them with his hands. With his stomach swollen, he turned sideways to face Coach Tan, his eyes returned to the playing field, and he closely followed the figure running on the field.
"Who can move you to buy roasted sweet potatoes?" Coach Tan asked casually. Looking back at the situation on the court, he didn't really want roasted sweet potatoes anymore...
It's just that the fragrance floats into his nose continuously, occupying the entire chest, and then causing resonance in the intestines and stomach.
Coach Tan swallowed suppressedly, and finally couldn't hold it back any longer, "You, stay away from me, the smell is too strong."
"..." Song Yimian obediently took two small steps to the side. It was only two small steps. If he walked further to the side, he would no longer be able to see Tao You.
