Small goals, first to be the world's first [Competition]

"Xiao Yuan, are you up yet?"

At three o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, but someone knocked on the door of Su Yuan's dormitory.

"Get up, assistant teacher Kobayashi, I'll be fine soon, wait for me for 5 minutes!"

With one hand, Su Yuan skillfully turned off the vibrating alarm clock, and with the other hand, he quickly picked up the clothes he had prepared on the bed the day before and put them on, jumped up from the bed, went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly.

The suitcase had already been packed the night before. After all, Su Yuan knew his bedridden character, so it would definitely be too late to get up at three o'clock.

However, it may be because he had a good night's sleep in the underworld. Su Yuan doesn't feel uncomfortable after being woken up suddenly in the early morning, but he is quite energetic.

He took a handful of water from the faucet and splashed it on his face, and the water drops fell along Su Yuan's chin into the pool. Su Yuan looked at his energetic self in the mirror and smiled brightly.

Five minutes later, Su Yuan pushed open the door of his room on time, holding a small suitcase in his hand, and smiled at Lin Muhua who was waiting for him outside the door.

"Brother Lin, let's go, a new medal is waiting for me in the distance."

They didn't call anyone else to accompany them, and the two left the base in the still dark night, took the online car-hailing car they had called long ago, and rushed to the airport.

The time is actually very tight. After all, Su Yuan is already a step behind those who go to Spain to adapt to the jet lag. After the plane lands, he will rush to the arena to start the game almost non-stop, leaving him no time for jet lag.

However, it was Su Yuan's own choice to stay in the national team for two days. What's more, he had gained a lot and was just a little tired. Su Yuan felt that he could hold on.

Facts have proved that Su Yuan really held on.

Su Yuan started two days late and got stuck. Fans who followed the game also knew that they were very worried about whether Su Yuan's state could be adjusted. Lin Muhua was also worried about whether the exhaustion of continuous rotation would affect Su Yuan.

But Su Yuan just waved his hand, smiled brightly at him and patted his chest to express his reassurance, then picked up his racket and walked to the field.

One shot after another, the real "ball to meat", with the beauty of violence and publicity, as well as the blood and sweat swayed by the teenager.

Once again, Su Yuan used his own strength to win a gold medal in the regular stage of the tour for himself and his motherland.

Then the next leg of the journey is the annual World Cup.

During the competition abroad, due to the time difference, Su Yuan did not meet Zhong Yu. He originally thought that he would meet Shanyu in the underworld after he returned to China and settled down again. He did not expect someone to prepare for him. a surprise.

In mid-October, Su Yuan went back to the regular season site again, and Su Yuan, who had successfully reached the number of competitions five times, flew back to his motherland by plane.

To participate in the ITTF Professional Tour Finals, you must participate in at least five games, including a station event at the Platinum Station. Due to the fact that this year's regular stations are relatively concentrated in the second half of the year, Su Yuan has been running for several months, and finally made up enough frequency.

After his hard work, his international competition points can be ranked in the top [-] when the next international points ranking is updated, and he is only one step away from the top [-] required by the tour finals.

As long as you win a gold medal in another major event, it will be safe and secure, such as the World Cup at the end of October.

Although the word "only" sounds a bit too inflated, it is the annual World Cup, one of the three major international table tennis events, and the gold content is quite different from the regular sites of the tour.

But who is Su Yuan?If he doesn't make a shot, it's all gold medals. In the eyes of the fans, he is no longer a simple Ziwei star, but a god sent by the heavens to save the national table tennis team. He is only one championship away from making him a god.

Even if some people say that the opponents in the regular station are not particularly strong, winning the gold medal does not mean that Su Yuan has the strength to win the gold medal in the competition. The fans still have full confidence in Su Yuan.

The news of Su Yuan's return was not concealed. The moment he walked out of the airport, he was almost surprised by the crowd of fans who picked him up.

And the person standing at the front was beyond his expectation.

The fans next to him erupted into loud cheers, but Su Yuan ignored the fans who were still waiting for his response. Amidst the crowd, he leaped to the front of the crowd. in the arms of a person.

Like a bird that hasn't come home for a long time.

"Yam!! Why are you here!"

Su Yuan jumped forward and hugged Zhong Yu in surprise.

"I'll take you home." Zhong Yu said softly, silently feeling the weight of Yuan Bao in his arms that seemed to have lost weight, and couldn't help tightening his arms a little more.

He hadn't seen his ingot for a long time, and the longing in his heart took root and sprouted uncontrollably, and it had grown into a towering tree.

Zhong Yu originally thought that he had been separated from Su Yuan for so many years, and the separation of just a few months might not be so difficult, but the reality proved that he was wrong, and he was wrong too much.

Even if they could occasionally meet in the underworld, it was not reality after all. Until now, the emptiness in Zhong Yu's heart was filled by Su Yuan who threw himself into his arms.

"Hey..." Su Yuan rubbed affectionately in his arms for a while, scratched his head with a smirk, and realized that there were still a bunch of people watching them in the crowd.

Hastily freed himself from Zhong Yu's arms, and the remaining hand that was reluctant to let go still seemed to be pulling Zhong Yu's clothes. For some reason, his ears were getting hot again, Su Yuan raised the other hand , greeted the surrounding fans with a shy but bright smile that he didn't know.

"Good evening everyone, thank you for coming to pick up the plane, but it's already late, you must do what you can, don't ruin your body for me, I will feel bad."

I am super, there really is such a kind and beautiful little angel in the world!It looks even more beautiful and crit on the spot! !

The young ladies who also specially customized the light board looked at each other, covered their mouths and screamed, wavering between mother fans and girlfriend fans for a while, and then looked at Su Yuan tenderly from the corner of the eye, but occasionally glanced at them lightly With a glance at Zhong Yu, he immediately calmed down some thoughts that were bubbling with pink bubbles.

Cough, don't dare to be presumptuous, don't dare to be presumptuous, let's be a mother fan honestly.

Nibbling cp?Occasionally, you can have a nibble, but mother fans must stand firm, Yuanbao is still young, you must not dance in front of him to affect his competitive state, mom won't allow it!

Now that they all came to pick up the plane, the fans naturally wanted to feed Su Yuan with something. Su Yuan looked at the pile of dolls, snacks, and even taro milk tea handed to him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Zhong Yu has been in the entertainment industry for a while, and he is naturally familiar with the set. He frowned, resisted not interfering, and explained a few words in Su Yuan's ear.

He believed that Yuan Bao himself could give the best answer.

Su Yuan Mingwu nodded, looked at the fans who hoped that he would take over the feeding, and waved his hand lightly to refuse.

He spoke seriously, with a rare serious tone: "Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to send me anything. Athletes' diet is strictly controlled. As an athlete in Huaguo, I can't accept other people's favors for no reason." If you want to support me, just pay more attention to the table tennis game, this is the best reward for my hard work.”

"I'd rather see you on the field next time than in an empty airport in the middle of the night. It's dangerous."

"Good night, everyone, you must pay attention to safety when you go back, I will go back to the national team first."

Su Yuan bowed to them seriously and rigorously, then bent his eyes and smiled, pulled Zhong Yu away first, and got into the van that came to pick them up.

The fans at the scene were a little dazed, and they woke up like a dream when they were all gone, and looked at each other, and then the small group became a little noisy.

"I've never seen Yuan Bao with such a serious side."

"Is there something wrong with our feeding..."

"But the real person is really much more beautiful than the live broadcast!"

"I still can't believe that such a beautiful boy actually belongs to the sports circle."

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet!" It was one of the few young ladies who had held up the light board before, who yelled loudly, temporarily calming everyone's emotions.

Most of the people who came to pick up the plane were girls, and this time the pick-up was actually organized by the young ladies holding the light board.

They are free and rich. The previous sports variety show and the gold medal in the competition attracted Su Yuan a lot of fans. Many people clamored to meet a real person once, so they established a fan support club and picked a group of local fans. , A group of people who came out to pick up the plane and would not affect their normal life organized this pick-up.

It's just that I didn't expect that after all the calculations, something went wrong.

Several vans picking up people in the distance staggered and gradually left their time, and there was still an open window vaguely, as if they could see the person they were thinking of.

Thinking of what Su Yuan said just now, the young ladies holding the light boards looked at each other and made up their minds.

They had a clear division of labor and gathered everyone together to form a small circle around the city.

In the bleak autumn wind in mid-October, a clear and sonorous voice sounded in the empty airport.

"Yuan Bao is right, we can't be his fans, but his fans!"

The author has something to say:

coming! !A little late!I'm not particularly busy today, let's see if I can write another chapter tonight!