Boyfriend For Hire

Every Thursday night is a fixed date for Meng Yufan and Yang Xiao.

Because of Meng Yufan’s extra training on the weekend, the two have not met on the weekend for a long time. Only on Thursday night they can have a meal, chat, and discuss several ways to applaud love to relieve the pressure on the body. .

When Coach Wu heard that Meng Yufan had to ask for leave and slipped out of school, his face immediately became unsightly.

"Last week you said that your bathroom leaked and flooded downstairs. Last week you said that your relatives who hadn't seen you for many years came to see you...what reason do you want to use this week?"

Most of Meng Yufan's body had already rushed out of the basketball hall, with only half of his foot still on the floor of the basketball hall. "Coach, I'm sick, take sick leave!"

"You? Sick leave?" Coach Wu looked at him like a bell, and his face was full of sunshine. Naturally, he didn't believe it, "What's the disease?"

"lovesickness!"

Putting down these words confidently, Meng Yufan rushed out of the coach's sight without looking back.

Coach Wu shook his fist angrily at his back and shouted: "Run ten laps on the playground at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

It's a pity that Meng Yufan can't listen to anything now. He is now dyingly ill and just wants to see a doctor!

…

Meng Yufan took a ride to the TV station. Because of the large number of people on the subway in the evening rush hour, he squeezed three times to get on the subway. He thought that being late would definitely make Sister Xiaoxiao angry, but when he arrived in the parking lot, he didn't see the figure of thinking day and night.

Meng Yufan: "...?"

He sent a message to Yang Xiao.

After the rain, the sky is sunny: Hello, dear customer, the boyfriend you ordered is being delivered. The delivery person has arrived at your downstairs, please pick up the goods as soon as possible. Please give praise if you are satisfied~

Sunny after rain: [rose] [kiss] [like]

This WeChat was sent out, and after waiting for a full five minutes, Yang Xiao still did not receive a reply.

Strange, is it working overtime? Didn't look at the phone?

Seeing the sky getting darker and fewer people in the parking lot, Meng Yufan pressed the dial button and called Yang Xiao.

He called several times in a row, and the call was finally connected.

The girl’s exhausted voice rang out over the radio wave with a trace of anxiety: "Yufan, I'm sorry I was busy at work just now, why did you call me suddenly?"

Meng Yufan replied, "Thursday today, did you forget that we made an appointment to meet today?"

"...Ah." The sound of flipping through the calendar rang on the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, I forgot, have you already arrived?"

"Yes, I'm downstairs."

"Then wait a moment, I'm going downstairs now."

Meng Yufan felt sorry for her and hurriedly said, "If you are working overtime, you don't need to run down to dine with me. I can go back to school directly."

"It's not'I'll accompany you to dinner'," Yang Xiao said tiredly, "It's'You accompany me to dinner"-I want to see you so much now."

Three minutes later, Yang Xiao, who had been beaten at work, staggered and appeared in the parking lot.

She stopped in front of Meng Yufan like a ghost, unzipped the boy's super-long down jacket, then stretched out two cold hands around his waist, and then fell into his chest.

Meng Yufan hurriedly hugged her back, wrapped her in a warm chest and soft down jacket, so that she could lean in her arms safely and absorb the temperature of his body.

"It's so hard to be a social animal..." Yang Xiao let out a desperate sigh, "Meng Yufan, your family is so rich, can you buy our TV station? No, buy our channel... It's really impossible to just buy our program group. OK! Let me be the little wife of the domineering president?"

She was just complaining like a baby, but she didn't expect Meng Yufan to take it seriously, but she answered honestly: "Do you need to be named for your show? If you have a budget of several million a year, I can discuss it with my parents and they should agree. of."

Yang Xiao: "..."

Well, Meng Yufan is indeed not an overbearing president, but she can be the daughter-in-law of an overbearing president.

"I'm joking." Yang Xiao lifted his head from his arms, put his chin on his chest, and talked to him in a muffled voice, "And millions of dollars a year, but I can't name my current show-I changed the group. From the variety channel to the satellite TV, he is responsible for a competitive reality show."

She hadn't told Meng Yufan about her job transfer problem before, and she wanted to surprise him. How can I think that this surprise will be so tortuous.

"Satellite?! Sister Xiaoxiao, have you been promoted?"

"It's not a promotion, the position is still a choreographer, but it's a job in Ouchi..."

But Ouchi is too difficult to mix up. In ancient times, "If you can't cure the concubine, you will bury her with her!", and today there is "If you can't come up with a plan, you will get out of here!".

Zhou Hui asked Yang Xiao to hand over a brand new program plan in two and a half days, starting from nothing and rebuilding it from the ruins—but now it has been one and a half days, and her progress is still zero.

Yesterday she only slept for three hours, and even went over the wall to watch foreign variety shows with similar themes. She gathered a lot of inspirations, but she has not been able to sort out the context. Originally, a complete program for a program would take at least three months to polish, but Zhou Hui asked her to put her time in three days, which was an impossible task.

But letting her give up and obediently roll back to her original channel, Yang Xiao was absolutely unwilling. She can only sit in front of the computer, exhaust all her experience, grab those disobedient inspirations, wrap them up in the most gorgeous and cumbersome nonsense, and put them in ppt one by one.

However, she always felt that something was missing...

"Forget it, let's not mention work." Yang Xiao said listlessly, "find a restaurant close to you for dinner, I can't date you tonight, and I have to come back and work overtime later."

"Do I have to go back to the stage?" Meng Yufan showed pitiful eyes like a golden retriever again, "We haven't seen each other for a long time..."

On the one hand, it is male sex, and on the other, there is no progress. Yang Xiao struggled in the whirlpool of reason and lust.

In the end, work took the upper hand and robbed her of her sanity: "...Although I can work anywhere as long as I have a computer, working in the office is quieter and not easily distracted."

"Then I will find you a quieter place, I promise not to disturb you, I will stay quietly by your side, okay?

? We haven't seen each other for a week, and I don't want to waste this evening. "

The girl laughed: "Where is this kind of place? You don't want to say, let's go to the hotel to open a room, I work, you sit next to watch my work, right? The room charge is several hundred a night, I don't want to waste this money."

Meng Yufan shook his head and said mysteriously: "Don't worry, it will definitely satisfy you."

…

Standing outside the door of an apartment, Yang Xiao watched in amazement as Meng Yufan took out the access control card and swiped the door open.

This community is very close to the TV station. There is a subway station downstairs. The surrounding facilities are complete, with dedicated butlers and cleaning staff. It is one of the best serviced apartments. With fine decoration and bag accommodation, this community was sold out as soon as it opened. The price per square meter listed on the website of second-hand housing was worthy of Yang Xiao's salary for several months.

"...You rented this?" Yang Xiao asked.

"No." Meng Yufan shook his head, "I bought it."

The door opened, and the whole house was very clean, but it was not the kind of unpopular clean. There was a coat hanging in the hallway, the shoe cabinet was open, two pairs of sneakers that were too late to be stuffed in were slanted aside, and it seemed that the boy was a little rushed when he left. There is a peach blossom in the vase on the table, adding a sense of spring in the cold winter.

"..." Yang Xiao asked, "Why have you never said that your family still has a house next to the TV station?"

They used to go to restaurants and hotels before dating, and Meng Yufan never took her back to his home. Instead, Yang Xiao brought Meng Yufan back to his parents and asked him to go to the rental room where he and his girlfriend lived.

The boy vaguely noticed that this was a proposition, and quickly explained: "This house was just bought! My house is in a villa area outside the city. I basically won't go back when my parents are away. My parents are not during the Spring Festival. Are you back? They see you working hard and often working overtime. They are afraid that it is not safe for you to drive home by yourself, so they just bought this house next to the TV station. If you work overtime in the future, you can come here to live directly. We will see you later. No need to go out on dates again and again."

There were two door cards in total, and Meng Yufan took out the other one prepared in advance and handed it to Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao looked at the room card, then at the boy in front of him, and muttered, "I remember your parents only stayed in China for ten days, right?"

"Yes."

"Ten days, they bought a house next to my work unit?"

If it hadn't been for the Spring Festival holiday and the formalities had been delayed for a long time, Mama Yang could have taken down the house faster.

Yang Xiao calculated the house price silently in his heart. Being the daughter-in-law of an overbearing president is really stressful.

The two ordered a takeaway. While waiting for the takeaway to be delivered, Yang Xiao turned around the house. This house is not big, with one bedroom and one living room of 40 square meters. The kitchen and dining room are open plan and integrated with the living room.

The balcony has a large space, and a computer desk and bookcase are cleverly embedded in the wall, allowing the balcony to have the function of a study room at the same time, making it easy to work at any time. I must wait until the weather is fine, watching the sun shine through the blinds into the balcony, sitting lazily under the window with a book, it must be very pleasant.

Meng Yufan has no habit of playing games, and the computer at home is completely equipped for Yang Xiao. The grid of the bookcase was also empty, and Yang Xiao suddenly had an impulse. She wanted to buy a lot of books and fill it up.

In front of the TV cabinet in the living room was a half-opened packaging carton. Yang Xiao glanced over her head curiously and found that it contained some golden trophies, as well as some photo frames and newspaper clippings.

Needless to say, this must be the honor Meng Yufan has won since childhood.

With so many trophies piled together, the visual impact was great. Yang Xiao touched this and touched that again, feeling quite incomprehensible.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, don't look at those things, they are all from my childhood." Meng Yufan was a little embarrassed, blocked Yang Xiao's hand, and kneaded her in his palm, "There's really nothing to see. At that time, there were too many competitions, and it must be because the family couldn't let it go. My mother just let people move here."

But the more embarrassed he was, the more Yang Xiao wanted to see it. She stretched out her hand and took out a photo frame from the cardboard box. In the photo, a dozen tall teenagers stood side by side, dressed in bright orange team uniforms. Everyone looked bright and spring. Below the photo is a line of gilded small print: the gold medal of the **** xx cup national u14 basketball competition.

u14 refers to the group under 14 years old. In other words, the boys in the photo should all be 12 or 13 years old. Counting the time, it happened to be ten years ago.

Yang Xiao saw Meng Yufan standing in the back row at a glance.

He looked...so young and stupid in appearance.

He stood beside the coach, holding the basketball in one hand, and making a big v in the other. At that time, he already had the height of an adult, but his face was full of childishness.

"Don't look—" Meng Yufan hurriedly reached out to cover himself in the photo, Yang Xiao turned around flexibly and slipped away from under his hand.

Yang Xiao looked at this photo from ten years ago, and looked at the boy ten years ago in the photo, rubbing his face with his fingertips.

Ten years... Ten years ago, she was sixteen years old and was in high school. The daily routine is to go to school, endorse, and do homework. The only remedy is the romance novels secretly passed to her by Tang Shuge.

At that age when her love began, she had never felt a throbbing heartbeat. At that time, Yang Xiao would not know that there was a young boy who was destined to join her hand in hand, sweating on a certain court in this city.

The dozen or so boys in the photo are close together, surrounding a giant trophy in the middle. One of the boys mischievously put both hands on the trophy, pretending to be lifting it.

Yang Xiao pointed to the naughty ghost and asked, "Who is this boy? It's really funny."

"Let me see." Meng Yufan explored his head and frowned. "He is...er...seems to be Xu, no, is it Wu or Wang?"

Yang Xiao helplessly: "What kind of memory are you, even your teammates can't remember?"

Meng Yufan said honestly: "I really can't remember, after all, he stopped playing basketball after this game."

"what?"

"It's not just him." Meng Yufan's fingers crossed the smiling faces, "There are also this, this, this... This kind of league divided by age groups, basically every level, there are many people quit."

It is too difficult to develop an excellent sports player.

Innate is very important, and acquired is also very important. If there is a slight difference in one of the links, you may never touch the trophy again.

"I still remember that it was the first time I went to a sports school to take a basketball class on weekends in elementary school. There were many, many peers at the time, but after one semester, only half were left. After three years, I was the only one left. With another person." Meng Yufan fell into the memory, "Some people have innate abilities, underdeveloped motor nerves, and low ball quotient; some people think that learning sports is too expensive; some people don’t have family members. I agree, I think it’s more important to study and test for college than anything else...

"Later, I went to junior high school. My parents discussed it and didn’t want me to enter the closed-end training of the sports school, so they spent a lot of money to hang me up in a private school, every morning for half a day of cultural classes, and in the afternoon to the sports school to follow. They practiced together. As a result, after six years, I am not familiar with my classmates in private schools, nor with my classmates in sports schools." Meng Yufan smiled, "In fact, that kind of unfamiliarity is not the saddest, the saddest. The thing is, you watch them gradually go away and disappear completely from your life."

He took the photo in Yang Xiao's hand. In the photo, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy stood shoulder to shoulder. At that time, each of them believed that they had a bright future.

But actually?

"When I participate in u16, among these people, only four or five are still playing basketball."

Yang Xiao asked softly, "Where did all those people go?"

"Some people really have no talent in basketball, but they don't want to waste so many years of hard work. If they have good jumping ability, they can switch to volleyball; others have long enough legs to practice hurdles; and some... just leave. Leaving the stadium, entering a regular school, and studying and taking exams with regular students."

And the remaining four or five people on the team, not everyone has the opportunity to successfully enter the university.

In the case of BGI, there are only one or two sports special enrollment places each year. There are nearly a thousand sports special students across the country competing for this place. They have to go through rounds of interviews, competitions, interviews, and competitions. If you get the pre-admission notice, if you take the college entrance examination lightly and fail to pass the line, you will fall short.

-Competitive sports will always be one of a hundred. At some point, you will fall behind and you will be eliminated.

Yang Xiao looked down at the carton in front of him. These golden glory trophies were the "visible games" Meng Yufan had experienced.

And those invisible fights are integrated into his blood, every day, every hour, every second, he is playing. He wants to compare with others, and even more with himself.

A senior in the basketball circle joked that he "has been playing basketball since I was born." Yes, these young people who can stay on the basketball court, who have not devoted their whole life to the dream of basketball?

Suddenly, Yang Xiao stood up from the carton with a solemn expression.

Meng Yufan was still squatting on the ground, looking up at her blankly: "Sister Xiaoxiao?"

Yang Xiao bent over, put his arms around the boy's head, and stamped a loud kiss on his hair.

"Yufan, you are really my muse of inspiration!"

"...???" Wait, the inspiration muse seems to be a woman, right?

Yang Xiao couldn't take care of the takeaway that she had just delivered. She completely forgot about her flat belly. She threw her eyes on the computer and opened the ppt software.

—She finally has an idea for the planning of "King of Rebounds"!

This time, she will definitely present a perfect answer to the producer.