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

On the second day, Zhong Yu seemed to have completely returned to normal. No one had any intention of staying in Nihong, and the coaching staff had already booked their tickets, and they flew back to China directly.

When queuing up to board the plane, the little girl instinctively moved closer to Su Yuan, probably because she helped the little girl take revenge before.

Su Yuan didn't care about it at first, but he suddenly remembered Zhong Yu last night, and he had an inexplicable feeling, so he pulled a little distance away.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of the lustrous light in Zhong Yu's eyes that lit up at that moment behind him.

Su Yuan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, got on the plane and found his seat, lowered his hat brim and closed his eyes to rest.

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Back at the national team base, Su Yuan put his luggage on the floor of the dormitory casually, then collapsed on the bed and sighed comfortably.

The golden nest and silver nest are not as good as your own kennel. Although the hotel is very comfortable, your own dormitory is more comfortable.

Rolling on the bed a few times, Su Yuan rubbed his face, barely got up from the bed, ran into the bathroom to wash up.

It was completely dark outside, the moon was hanging high, and the stars and lights illuminated the night sky. It's just that Su Yuan had been sleeping on the plane just now, and he didn't feel sleepy yet.

So after washing, Su Yuan got into the quilt, simply took out his mobile phone, and surfed the waves.

Su Yuan is usually completely obsessed with training. Such high-intensity training does not seem to be boring at all to him. Such a concentrated and high-efficiency is also amazing in a national team full of top talents.

And high-intensity training, even if it has been controlled by a professional team, will still bring a lot of damage to the body.

But this is not the same as the overload training in the team when Wu Qingbai was the head coach before. It was meaningless and unscientific, and there was no training method of teaching students according to their aptitude.

Although the current training intensity is high, it will not cause too much load on the players' bodies. First, there is a professional team to control it. Second, Xu Yuanwei has been abroad for a long time. He has visited many foreign national teams. , After becoming the head coach, he applied for a more professional medical team for the national team, and at the same time equipped with masseurs, physical coaches, etc., to minimize the physical loss of athletes as much as possible, prevent injuries, and better Keep them in shape.

There are so many athletes abroad who can play until they are in their thirties, and their medical teams have contributed a lot.

Everyone's training plan will also be slightly different, and the coaching staff will adjust it one by one. Of course, even among them, Su Yuan's training intensity can be ranked among the top few.

Every day after training, I went to the infirmary for a massage. I checked and recorded my body with some injuries, and then I went back to the dormitory and fell asleep. The day passed like this.

Everyone is tired, but no one feels bitter, and some even feel that it is not enough, and then they are forcibly suppressed by their head coach.

There are only a few months until the Olympic Games, and everyone is gritting their teeth, not daring to relax.

Su Yuan is the same, so he hasn't really surfed for a long time, so every time he takes a photo of his medal after the competition, he will take a look at the comments below.

This time, Su Yuan had a more important purpose. He was actually a little confused, but the people around him were not easy to ask, so he decided to ask the supernatural netizens for advice.

However, he first went to his big eye blog and took a look. The comments under the big eye blog that collected all the gold, silver and bronze medals posted the day before did not change much. Su Yuan chose a few to reply. .

Then he turned his mind away, and was about to quietly take a look at Shanyu's Weibo.

He didn't know why he did it secretly.

Before exiting his big eye blog interface, Su Yuan refreshed the comments, and a lot of new comments happened to be refreshed.

Probably because of Su Yuan's flop, the fans were excitedly calling for friends. At this time, there were a lot of new comments, but Su Yuan still saw the most attractive comment at a glance.

——@蜜圆奶茶is really delicious: Yuanbao Yuanbao, have you heard the new song released last night by Shanyu!

Su Yuan's eyes stayed on this id for a moment before turning his attention to the content of this comment.

The new song released by Shanyu last night?

He really doesn't know, didn't last night just happen to be a time when the potato was a little weird, and this morning he has completely returned to normal and he is still a little uncomfortable.

Could it be because of the new song?

Zhong Yu also knows that Su Yuan likes music. Before Zhong Yu went abroad, when the two played together, besides playing ball, Su Yuan and Zhong Yu would always play in the music room of Zhong Yu's house. At that time, Zhong Yu was in the music room. He showed a strong talent in music. Although Xiao Yuanbao didn't understand it, he could also hear that the music played by brother Shanyu with various instruments was very pleasant.

Su Yuan became even more curious. Originally, he wanted to check Zhong Yu's account, but now he had an excuse, and he became more confident.

[Reply]@s苏元s: I'll go and have a look~

After typing the reply, Su Yuan couldn't wait to return to the personal interface, opened the special concern, and touched Zhong Yu's big eyes.

That's the latest one.

That's a clean link, nothing else.

Su Yuan's heart speeded up inexplicably, he pursed his lips, and pointed into the link with his slender fingers.

Less than 2 minutes of melodies.

Su Yuan wore earphones, and hummed softly, like whispering close to his ear, and before he knew it, the roots of his ears turned red.

Zhong Yu's humming voice was different from his usual voice when speaking to Su Yuan. It was a little less smiling, but more inexplicable. It was a little hoarse than usual, and... a little more confusing.

As a music producer, Zhong Yu wrote lyrics, composed music, and arranged music all by him, but there was only one, Zhong Yu had never sung in person.

In the past, netizens were wondering if it was God Z who sang out of tune, but after last night, they knew it wasn't.

Not only is it not out of tune, but the hearts of those who sing are almost stolen.

But Su Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to these things at this time. He closed his eyes, and in the humming of Zhong Yu, he seemed to return to that summer ten years ago.

In the rare weather of 38 degrees, the hot air is so hot that the naked eye can see some twists, it is hard not to feel restless, and it is too uncomfortable to sweat on such a day, so the two children did not play, but got into the clock Island's music room.

The cicadas outside the window were beeping, and the air conditioner in the room was blowing cold air, while Xiao Yuanbao was concentrating on the instrument in Zhong Yu's hand.

In fact, it was just a simple triangle, but in Xiao Yuanbao's view, all the instruments in it seemed so novel and interesting.

It was also the first time that Zhong Yu took other children to the music room of his home, and it was also a small world that belonged only to him.

"Brother, can you sing!" Xiaotuanzi looked at him with sparkling eyes and admiration.

The young Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment, tightened his hand holding the triangle, and replied, "Okay."

At that time, Zhong Yu hadn't learned many musical instruments, and the most proficient was even the simple triangle iron in his hand. After searching in his mind, he couldn't find any songs suitable for singing now.

Zhong Yu looked at Xiaotuanzi who was smiling brightly in front of him, and then at the green midsummer outside the window, a melody rang in his heart.

So the boy knocked on the triangle iron to beat the beat, humming softly amidst the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.

The young boy's immature voice gradually merged with the current hoarse and mature voice, and it was only after the song was over that Su Yuan suddenly sobered up.

He stretched out his hand and touched his face. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face was completely red.

The current song is actually not exactly the same as the simple melody back then, but Su Yuan can hear the shadow of that year. It is obvious that this is an addition to the melody of the year.

That day ten years ago, if he hadn't heard it again now, Su Yuan probably wouldn't have remembered it. He didn't expect Shanyu to remember it so clearly.

Su Yuan pursed his lips, silently set this melody as a single loop in the music software, and then set this song as his alarm, then with red ears and cheeks, he clicked on Zhong Yu's comment area .

The author has something to say:

Set it as an alarm, Yuanbao, this is not fun! (bushi)

Zhong Yu: shut up

A certain bamboo: oh

With a high probability, the next chapter will be enlightened, eh!