Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 71
Song Yang pulled out a corner of the card from his pocket to check it, then quickly put it back in, patting his pocket as if he was afraid it would fall out. Li Xun caught a glimpse of his little action and gritted his teeth to hold back his laughter.
Wang Nanfeng brushed off the snowflakes on his clothes and hair at the door, rubbed his hands and went into the house: “How is it, are you familiar with the environment here?”
Song Yang nodded: “It’s just that many of the equipment are too advanced, I don’t know how to use them.”
“Well, that’s not a problem. There will be seniors and teaching assistants to teach you. Oh, by the way—” Wang Nanfeng took out his mobile phone, “Add WeChat. We will send a notification to everyone in the group the next day’s training mission the night before. Remember to check it in time and change the note after joining the group.”
Including Song Yang, there are a total of 97 people in the group, and the group name is “198 days countdown to the World Championships”.
Every time Song Yang saw this countdown, he would unconsciously feel a sense of urgency in preparing for the college entrance examination.
The group was established by head coach Wang Nanfeng, followed by deputy coach Xue Yang, a team leader, two assistant coaches, and two leaders in charge of supervision. The rest were athletes who came from all over the country to participate in the trials, with male and female athletes accounting for 50% each.
Song Yang flipped to Li Xun’s profile picture, which showed: Beijing Team – Li Xun
He should be one of the first to join the team, so his profile picture is at the front.
There are more than a dozen athletes in the group who Song Yang can name, some of whom have participated in the Asian Games and some of whom have participated in the Olympic Games. Like Li Xun, they are all famous archers who stood out in outdoor championships.
If you were still wondering whether this trip was worth it on the way here, the answer became clear after seeing their names.
It’s worth it no matter what to be able to fight with so many seniors.
At dinner time, Song Yang followed Li Xun to the base cafeteria, which was more spacious than he had imagined. There were three windows and the smell of food wafted in the air. In addition to the archery team, there was also food from the shooting team next door.
Many of them are world-class athletes who have won Olympic medals for their country. Song Yang could only see them on TV before, but now it feels particularly unreal to queue up to eat with them.
These people have experienced hardships and have accumulated experience over the years, so they exude confidence in their every move.
Song Yang stared at a world champion for a long time, and the other person also looked at him and smiled friendly: “New here, I haven’t seen you before.”
Song Yang didn’t expect the other party to talk first, and he looked a little excited: “Oh, yes, I just came today. I have watched several of your games before, especially the 2014 World Championships. I watched it several times. It was so handsome! I didn’t expect to see the real person in my lifetime.”
The other party seemed to be used to this kind of compliment, and acted very calmly, smiling and asking him: “Are you here to participate in the World Championships selection?”
“Uh-huh.”
The champion encouraged: “Come on, eat more, or you won’t have the strength.”
“Okay okay haha ​​you too!”
This was the first time Song Yang met the world champion. He kept grinning, nodding and bowing. At the end of the conversation, he made an appointment with the champion to go to the shooting range when he had time to experience the feeling of using an air rifle.
Li Xun looked at the two of them sideways the whole time, and finally let out a sour “tsk”.
Song Yang and the champion had a very pleasant chat. After serving the food, they sat at the same long table again. Li Xun sat opposite Song Yang and listened to them talk about everything from the air rifle competition to their training days in their hometown.
When he heard that the other party was also from South City, Song Yang became excited again: “You are also from the South City team, and I am also from South City, so this means we are from the same hometown!”
Li Xun rolled his eyes and said, “Hurry up and eat!”
“I’m eating!” Song Yang took two bites of rice like a truant student, then turned around and asked, “Is the target paper for the air rifle very small? I saw a photo someone sent me before, and it was as long as my index finger?”
“The one you’re talking about is 10 meters, right? The target paper isn’t actually that long.” Champion bent his index finger and thumb and made a small circle. “It’s about this long. I’ll bring the target paper over to show you the real thing when we have dinner tomorrow.”
“Okay! Then don’t forget it.”
“Then add WeChat and remind me, otherwise I might really forget.”
“Okay!” Song Yang reached into his pocket and suddenly felt something entangled in his right leg. Someone under the table hooked his leg with his leg and pulled it to the other side, and the grip was getting tighter and tighter, rubbing his ankle in an ambiguous and explicit manner.
Song Yang wanted to pull back his right leg, but failed. He could only maintain a not-so-dignified sitting posture. He looked up and saw Li Xun calmly cutting a piece of steak with a knife. He looked at him with a warning look: “Pay attention to your food.”
Song Yang came to his senses.
Oh, this is jealousy.
He held back his laughter, and stretched out a leg to hook Li Xun’s ankle: “I understand.”
After the meal, Song Yang followed the group to the outdoor archery range for training. The heavy snow had not stopped yet, and the flags in the distance were fluttering in the north wind. Several assistant coaches were holding umbrellas and changing the target paper for everyone under the wall.
Yu Shenwei shivered violently: “It’s so cold, I can’t even hold the bow steadily, how can I shoot?”
At night, the temperature in Beijing was minus seven degrees Celsius. There was no shelter where they stood, so it was no different from standing outdoors.
The cold air invaded his lungs violently, and the little remaining heat in his body quickly dissipated. Song Yang clenched his teeth and jumped twice on the spot, but his body still trembled involuntarily, and cold air hissed through his teeth.
His skin was dry and his lips were chapped. If a piece of paper scratched him at this moment, his face would probably be cut and bleed.
Li Xun put down the bow and arrow in his hand, walked over, and handed him two warm packs: “Put these on the soles of your feet. Once your feet are warm, your body will feel better.”
Song Yang took it, thought about it, and asked, “Do you have any more?”
“I’m not cold, I have hot water.” Li Xun unscrewed his thermos cup, poured water into the lid, blew on it before handing it to you, Song Yang, “You should drink more too, to warm yourself up.”
The tea had a light color, and two tea leaves were floating in the cup lid. Song Yang lowered his head and sniffed: “Is it peach oolong?”
Li Xun said, “Be careful of the heat. I just fell down.”
Seeing this, Yu Shenwei said shamelessly: “Coach, I also want to warm my stomach, but I didn’t bring a cup.”
Li Xun raised his chin: “There’s a water dispenser over there, and there are disposable paper cups.”
Yu Shenwei: “…”
Song Yang put on the hot pack and raised his legs high to warm up. When his body gradually warmed up, he put an arrow on the bow and raised it.
As his fingertips had no temperature, the bowstring hurt his flesh when it was tightened, and the wind and snow blurred the target. He failed to control the speed well the first time, and he released the bow as soon as he raised it, resulting in a terrible seven rings.
There were many people in the team who made the same mistakes as him. No one was used to such weather and some even gave up on themselves.
“It’s too cold. I can’t fight well.” Yu Shenwei’s voice was trembling.
Song Yang turned his head and glanced at Li Xun. His movements of raising the bow and aiming at the target were as smooth as usual. Snowflakes fell on the brim of his hat and bow and arrow, forming a thin layer.
This man seemed to have a fire burning on his body. He didn’t shiver or complain. He looked towards the opposite side with a slight frown on his brows. The moment the signal piece landed, the arrow flew out.
The coach standing behind the telescope said, “Ten down, we’ve crossed the line.”
Everyone was shocked.
Lower ten means that the arrow hits the ten ring just below the line. It is already an excellent result to achieve such a result at a range of 70 meters, not to mention under such harsh weather conditions.
Song Yang went forward to ask for advice, and Li Xun said, “It’s a matter of wind speed. The wind today is fast and slow. You can close your eyes and stretch out your hand to feel it.”
Song Yang did as he was told, and the wind blew through his fingers, giving him direction.
After a few rounds, Song Yang gradually figured out the feel and found the pattern. When the wind was strong, the crosshairs had to be tilted to the right, and when the wind was weak, it had to be tilted slightly to the left. When he was concentrating on playing, he completely forgot the pain in his fingertips and his body became warm.
The bowstring sent out the last arrow, and the assistant coach clapped behind him: “Ten on the line, great! You can go a little lower.”
Song Yang ran to the side of the coach and glanced at the telescope. The impact points of the ten arrows gradually moved closer to the center. He curled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
The training ended at nine o’clock. Everyone packed up and walked towards the dormitory building. Song Yang followed the crowd halfway and then remembered something and stopped.
Yu Shenwei asked: “What’s wrong?”
Song Yang said, “You go up first, I think I forgot to take something.”
Yu Shenwei cursed: “Stupid ass.”
Song Yang is certainly not an idiot. He is just worried that if he goes directly to Li Xun’s room, he will be seen by others, which will have a bad impact.
On the first day of joining the provincial team, the leader asked everyone to read the rules and regulations, one of which was that romance within the team was strictly prohibited.
There is a reason for establishing such a rule. Not only is there concern that athletes’ love affairs will affect their careers, but also there is a fear that if one of them retires, it will affect the decision of the other half.
After most people had left, Song Yang came out from behind the tree stealthily and brushed the snow off his hat.
Li Xun’s dormitory was on the fourth floor. He was afraid of running into people, so he took the safe passage. When he pushed the door open, he found Li Xun squatting at the door, typing on his phone.
Song Yang was stunned: “What are you doing squatting here?”
Li Xun stood up and pounded his numb calf: “I’m stuck at your place, don’t I have to wait for you to come and open the door?”
“You only have one card?” Song Yang quickly took out something from his pocket and handed it to him, “Then why did you give it to me?”
Li Xun threw down two words: “Show off.”
Song Yang finished laughing and teased in a low voice: “It’s more like being a hooligan.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed into the room. Before he could react, moist lips pressed down on him, and the tall body blocked him firmly behind the door, and the breath of peach flavor penetrated into his nostrils.
This was their second time kissing, and Song Yang’s movements were still clumsy and awkward. He just hugged Li Xun’s waist back out of instinct, groping all the way up along his spine, with his other hand pressing on Li Xun’s chest.
He enjoyed feeling the other’s accelerating heartbeat.
Their breaths collided, half blended and half diffused into the air. Li Xun tilted his head slightly to one side, pressed his lips more firmly, and touched the wet and soft other half with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, his palms skillfully reached into the soft sweater.
First I felt a seam of the sweatpants, then the tight waist and abdomen.
Song Yang’s breathing became disordered by his constantly moving palms. He groaned tremblingly and looked up at him: “Your hands are a little cold.”
When Li Xun wanted to pull his hand out, he heard him say, “You can put your hand in, I will warm it for you.”
The voice was very light, as if he was embarrassed, but it also sounded obedient, with a seductive nasal tone. Li Xun could not stand him like this. He held the back of his neck with one hand and kissed him hard, and with the other hand he touched the zipper of his jacket and quickly pulled it off, followed by his own.
They didn’t change their shoes after entering the house, and they couldn’t take care of it now. Li Xun took off his shoes by stepping on his heels and walked backwards with him hooked.
There were blackout curtains in the room. Song Yang opened his eyes and wanted to see him, but he couldn’t see clearly. He just felt Li Xun leading him to the bed. He had an idea of ​​what would happen next, and a thin layer of blush appeared on his face.
Li Xun sat on the bed, raised his hand to take off his sweater, and then tried to take off his, his movements were a little impatient.
Song Yang stared at his naked upper body, swallowed, and with the remaining sanity, he asked, “Do you want to take a shower?”
“No more washing.” Li Xun leaned over him, pressed him under him, put his hand into his closest clothing, and pulled it up, “I can’t wait any longer.”
Every time Song Yang heard him say something that was not in line with his identity, his cheeks felt like they were on fire. His head slowly emerged from his clothes, and his hair was already a mess.
Delicate kisses fell on his shoulders, and Li Xun’s increasingly heavy breathing could be heard in his ears.
…
After they did something that Chang Pei didn’t allow them to describe, Li Xun reached out to turn on the light, but was stopped by Song Yang, “Wait a minute…”
“What’s wrong?” Li Xun smiled, “Are you still embarrassed after you’ve done it?”
Song Yang buried his head in his arms and smiled: “Do you want me to help you?”
“You messed up my hand, you have to wipe it off.” Li Xun fumbled for the tissue box on the bedside table and took out five or six sheets at once. It was still not enough, so he took out two more sheets. “How long have you been saving this? It’s such a large amount.”
“Hey!” Song Yang’s eyes were still misty, and he kicked him embarrassedly, “Can you please not ask such personal privacy…”
Li Xun threw the tissue he had used to wipe his hands aside, got very close to his face, and bit his ear: “If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t tell me. I can’t save it in the future anyway.”
After saying that, he pulled the quilt from the corner and covered himself with it, then pounced on Song Yang like a cheetah catching its food and hugged him tightly in his arms.
