Deliberately attack

Chapter 67

Wei Ran directly picked up the white T-shirt on Xun Lang's bed, took the basin, and walked out, Xun Lang seemed to think of something, "Wait a minute."

The clothes in Wei Ran's hand were suddenly taken away, and then another white T hit him in the face.

"The new one is for you." Xun Lang said.

Holding the new clothes in his hands, Wei Ran thought it was funny. In a sports team, apart from underwear, they couldn't share any clothes, and they couldn't wear each other.

"I don't think you're dirty."

Without thinking too much, he went to take a shower first, and walked out wearing a T-shirt, and saw that the previous T-shirt had been neatly folded on Xun Lang's bed.

But Xun Lang was not in the room.

Wei Ran was finally mobilized to be curious.

He put the towel and basin under his feet, reached out to pick up the dress, shook his hands away, leaned back, and looked carefully, but he really didn't see any mystery about the dress.

Turning over, falling over, he finally saw the red cloth tag on the clothes.

Wei Ran looked closer, "One pear makes clothes?"

"Is it a famous brand?"

He expressed puzzlement.

At this time, Xun Lang pushed the door open and came in, and he saw Wei Ran and his bewildered expression at a glance.

Xun Lang walked over, first took the clothes from Wei Ran's hands, refolded them, and put them in the closet. He cherished them so much, and Wei Ran suddenly understood.

Wei Ran was more careful than Cheng Zhun and the others, so there was something he didn't understand.

"One pear makes clothes, one pear, Tang Yili, is this dress a gift from Tang Yili?"

Xun Lang: "It was made by Tang Yili."

"She can make clothes?" Wei Ran was a little surprised. At first, he thought that a young lady like Tang Yili was good at buying clothes at best, so who knew she could also make clothes.

Hehe, it is as good as the ones sold outside that cost tens of dollars a piece.

"I didn't think you were still together." Wei Ran smiled lightly.

Xun Lang glanced over, coldly with a sense of oppression, Wei Ran put away his smile and said a little seriously.

"Your grades are there. I also know that I am not qualified to persuade you. I just want to remind you that the young lady doesn't know the importance, but you are a professional athlete. You should know how short the peak of your career is. Don't ruin yourself."

"In the future..." Xun Lang smiled instead of anger: "Should I call you Coach Wei?"

What kind of ridicule is this, saying that he is troubled?
Wei Ran's bookish face was filled with anger.

"I dare not be that!"

……

Xun Lang's work and rest were extremely regular, and even Tang Yili, who was two hundred kilometers away, was affected.

At six o'clock in the evening, Xun Lang's daytime training is over, and the two of them will send text messages during dinner time;

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xun Lang went for a night swim or night run, and it ended at nine thirty. After finishing packing in the evening, at ten thirty, the two of them could talk on the phone for half an hour.

Every day.

When it comes to the content of the call, there are no nutritious topics, just chatting about eating and drinking, training, and homework. Later, Tang Yili and Xun Lang made a video call. She was surprised to see Wei Ran inside.

"Why is he here?!"

It was only at this time that Xun Lang remembered that Tang Yili didn't know that Wei Ran was already his junior in this training period.

He wanted to explain to Tang Yili, but Wei Ran heard the voice and stood directly behind Xun Lang.

"Why can't I be here?! I stand here relying on my grades and fighting side by side with Xun Lang. Is there any problem?"

Tang Yili was furious, "There is a problem, you are too ugly, you are not allowed to appear on my screen!"

"Tang Yili!" Wei Ran didn't know what to say, "Can you be a civilized person and don't attack personally."

Since then, Tang Yili and Wei Ran have become "friends" who are on the verge of daggers, and secretly compete with each other through Xun Lang's phone call.

Xun Lang was caught in the middle, in order to avoid their friction, he simply called outside at night.

On this day, Tang Yili, who was lying on the bed, suddenly received a WeChat transfer notification.

When I opened it, it was sent by Xun Lang, 150,000.

Remarks, refunds are not returns.

Tang Yili held back her smile and made a call. Xun Lang was walking from the gymnasium to the dormitory.

She asked, "Why did you give me the money?"

Xun Lang: "It's a refund. I will return the money you gave me to support me."

Tang Yili: "It's not good if you don't pay, then I'm a prostitute for nothing?"

A low laugh came from the opposite side.

"You go whoring first and then talk."

Is this a rumor from the legend?
Is Xun Lang implying something?

Tang Yili giggled, she was so ashamed, she covered her head under the quilt, for fear that Fu Xi would see her pissed off.

"Xun Lang..."

She called his name like a cat, with ups and downs in her voice, turned eighteen turns, and finally couldn't help saying it.

"When you play, I want to go to see you live."

Xun Lang: "Well, when the time comes, I'll help you buy air tickets. For the competition, you should be able to find internal tickets. You sit in the family seat of the team—"

Upon hearing the family banquet, Tang Yili's hair immediately stood up, and she quickly refused.

"You can see from Wei Ran's attitude that we are already treasonous when we fall in love. You dare to arrange me in the family seat. You are not afraid of being killed by Coach Lei, but I am."

"No, no, I will enter the village quietly, not those who shoot."

Maybe because the competition was held in Japan, Xun Lang was immediately amused by some kind of association.

"Okay, as you like."

……

With the stability of the relationship, the contact between Xun Lang and Tang Yili has gradually decreased, and this loss of contact is different from before.Tang Yili was really not in a hurry.

She went to class with peace of mind, planned her trip to Japan, and sometimes unilaterally sent jokes and short videos to Xun Lang.

She should be really in a good mood.

Xun Lang once asked Shen Lang privately how the business of the bar was doing, and Shen Lang sent an emoji counting money, saying everything without saying anything.

Knowing that Tang Yili has money, Xun Lang is relieved and can focus on training.

The preparations for the Asian Games will soon enter a white-hot stage.

As Wei Ran said, the national team is full of masters, who are not only highly talented, but also train hard. In this atmosphere, everyone is tense, like a fully charged bow. Shoot and kill.

Such a tense atmosphere, as strong as Xun Lang, did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Wei Ran swam the first 100 meters in 50 seconds, a national record set by Xun Lang in the National Games. When he landed, he realized that this result had already been beaten.

Wei Ran was a little discouraged, and took a look at the time of No.1 in the same group. It was a full 50 seconds, which was 04 faster than Xun Lang's personal best of 50 seconds.

With his hips on his hips, panting heavily, he walked up to Xun Lang, "This one is called Zhan Yixuan... I haven't seen it before, but the name sounds familiar."

Xun Lang glanced at the timing card, and put the goggles on his eyes.

Xun Lang: "He was an Olympian in the previous session and never participated in the National Games."

"I remembered," Wei Ran suddenly said, "It turned out to be him, that young prodigy, the one who participated in the Olympics at 16 years old. He didn't win the medal last time. This time he made a comeback, and he is probably going to kill everyone."

Xun Lang was placed in the third lane of the second group, and he stood on the starting platform.

A whistle sounded from the other side, "Everyone take their places—"

Bend over, straighten your back, and get ready—"Crack!"

Electronic shot.

Xun Lang jumped up and set off.

(End of this chapter)