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

"Shanyu, when did you come back? You didn't tell me!" In the car, Su Yuan asked excitedly while holding Zhong Yu tightly regardless of his motion sickness.

Zhong Yu passed Su Yuan with one hand to open the window to ventilate, and replied softly: "I just returned to City B not long ago, just three or four days ago, which is about the same time as you returned to China, and I want to give you a surprise."

Su Yuan blinked his eyes when he heard the words, joy could not stop coming out from the tails of his eyes, he couldn't hold it back even after holding it back, he rushed over and hung it on Zhong Yu's shoulder.

"haven't seen you for a long time!!"

"Well, long time no see."

The posture of Su Yuan hanging on him brought great convenience to Zhong Yu. With a light wrap of his hand, he wrapped around Su Yuan's slender and thin waist.

The touch from the arm was soft and firm, Zhong Yu secretly took a breath, then tightened his arm silently, and pressed Su Yuan into his arms.

"Haha, brother, itches."

As if being touched by the itchy flesh on his waist, Su Yuan twisted his waist unconsciously, couldn't hold back his smile, and softly tried to stop Zhong Yu's movements.

Unexpectedly, when Zhong Yu heard his words, not only did he not let go of him, but a pair of big hands groped on his waist for a while, and found his itchy flesh accurately, and opened his mouth maliciously: "Here?"

I don't know why, Zhong Yu's simple two words have a deep and hoarse voice that cannot be ignored.

Su Yuan suddenly couldn't care about the itching coming from his waist, and sat on Zhong Yu's lap, his expression became a little serious.

He held Zhong Yu's face with both hands, and spoke very seriously and worriedly in Zhong Yu's somewhat puzzled and restrained eyes.

"Shanyu, do you have a cold, why is your voice so hoarse, are you okay?"

Zhong Yu: ...

"Ahem." He almost choked on his own saliva.

But these two coughs further confirmed Su Yuan's worries. He glanced at Zhong Yu worriedly, and made a gesture of turning over from his body and pouring water from his bag for Zhong Yu to drink.

Zhong Yu helped his forehead helplessly, and gently brought Su Yuan back. The charm just now disappeared instantly when Su Yuan interrupted him with "uncomprehensible style".

"Yuanbao, I'm fine. Just now... I just accidentally choked on my own saliva." Zhong Yu's voice returned to normal, and he explained against his will.

God knows, he just wanted to open the screen!

It's just that he didn't expect his ingot to be a piece of wood, ah no, it's simply a fast steel plate.

The road is long and long, I will search up and down, the task is heavy and the road is long.

Zhong Yu sighed in his heart, and decided to take it slowly step by step. He had enough patience to wait for the day when his treasure would open up.

After such a short episode that made people laugh and laugh, the two of them also returned to seriousness.

Although the legs, hands, and shoulders were still tightly glued together, they did discuss serious matters.

"Brother, have you returned to the national team to report?" Su Yuan asked.

"Well, I went when I came here, and I have been training with the national team for the past two days." Zhong Yu nodded.

"Then the coach...?" Su Yuan didn't point it out completely, but said vaguely, since there were still the driver and Assistant Coach Xiao Lin sitting in front.

Zhong Yu naturally understood what he meant.

This time when he returned to the national team, he could still feel the delicate and balanced atmosphere in the national team, as well as the vicious and greedy eyes hidden in the darkness that could not see the light.

It's just that this time is slightly different from the previous ones. In the dark, Zhong Yu can feel that something has taken root in the national team and is waiting for the right time to break out of the ground.

As for some people, they claim to have mastered the rights of the national team, and they are very busy with the upcoming World Cup. It seems that they have no time to talk to him as a "little guy". Maybe Yuan Bao's return can cheer them up against?

After all, he disappeared for a few months, and his previous achievements were not so dazzling, so he might not be able to catch their eyes.

In the past two days, Zhong Yu has been subtly between "being touted" and "being cold and violent" in the national team. However, Zhong Yu himself does not like to be approached by others. Some people want to use these methods to snub him and deal with him , but let him be happy and at ease.

The two had agreed a long time ago to be honest with each other, but Zhong Yu didn't hide what he had experienced, but whispered it in Su Yuan's ear.

"Hmph! These people..."

It's really getting more and more rampant and undisguised.

Su Yuan thought dissatisfied.

Zhong Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it doesn't affect me at all, I'm still happy and at ease. By the way, the World Cup singles schedule is out, have you seen it?"

Su Yuan's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head again.

He has been playing all the time, so he doesn't have time to pay attention to the progress of the World Cup. After calculating the time, it is true that the schedule should be out, but he hasn't watched it yet.

This suddenly aroused Su Yuan's curiosity.

"Come out?! Let me see, let me see!" Su Yuan said while tugging at Zhong Yu's clothes.

"You won't get motion sickness now? You still dare to look at the screen, don't spit on me when you get out of the car." Zhong Yu tapped Su Yuan's forehead in a funny way, and joked.

The van just ran over a small stone on the ground and bumped a bit.

Fortunately, the window was opened by Zhong Yu thoughtfully, so Su Yuan didn't feel so uncomfortable. He clutched his head and fainted miserably.

"Go back and watch together." Zhong Yu still reluctantly and dotingly compromised.

Although it was quite late, he still couldn't bear to see his ingot in a languid state.

"Okay!" Su Yuan agreed loudly and happily.

An hour later, everyone finally returned to the national team from the airport.

Su Yuan put the suitcase in his dormitory casually, without tidying it up, he sneaked into Zhongyu's dormitory next door, and couldn't stop him.

Lin Muhua stared at Su Yuan's smooth and natural movements and his back that quickly disappeared before his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, smiled helplessly, turned and left.

In Zhong Yu's dormitory, Su Yuan happily huddled on a chair with Zhong Yu, watching Zhong Yu open the laptop on the table and click on the game schedule.

A picture appeared in front of their eyes.

Su Yuan moved a little closer, glanced roughly, and his heart started beating loudly.

"Brother, I can't wait to play the game!" Su Yuan turned his head and said to Zhong Yu brightly.

Just now he roughly scanned the list of participants, and saw a bunch of familiar names, those who have fought against each other, and those who have not, but without exception, they are all star players ranked among the top in the world.

This year's Men's World Cup is still 20 people participating, and each participating association can only have a maximum of two entries. On the basis of this rule, athletes from various countries will be invited according to a series of small rules.

For example, in Huaguo, only Xu Lixin met the entry requirements this time, but as the host, he could choose another person independently. Therefore, although Su Yuan had not participated in any major competitions, he also took this opportunity to qualify for the competition.

Another situation is like Germany and some major European table tennis countries. Although more than two people meet the requirements, because of the rule of a maximum of two people from one association, they have to go through a series of internal competitions to decide who can finally participate.

But in this World Cup, none of the top five players in the world is absent.

World No. [-] Enoch Robb and World No. [-] Eli Burton are from Germany, and World No. [-] Woolf Ted is from France. World No. [-] also met once. Acquaintances - Samuel Mancini, from Italy; and world number five, Samso Vito, from Russia.

Among so many star players, Su Yuan knew only a small number of them, and very few had fought against them.

Now that such a good opportunity to compete with a master is placed in front of him, how can he not make his blood boil? !

"Ah, why are there still more than ten days? It's so hard!!" Su Yuan lay down on the table, scratching his hair frantically.

It's been like a year!

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