i can't like him

Chapter 33

It is impossible to be ashamed of being shy. Sheng Xinghe has known He Qi for so long, and he has only seen him wavy countless times, often showing off his figure regardless of occasion and time.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that He Qinian seems to have sensed something, and some of his body movements and language have become more ambiguous and presumptuous recently.

I didn't feel uncomfortable, but my heart was getting more and more uneasy.

"It shouldn't be," Sheng Xinghe turned his head and lowered his voice, "According to your sexual orientation, you'd be ashamed if you show it to men, right?"

He Qinian took a bag of big stick bones from his hand, "Anyway, you have seen it so many times, this time is not bad."

Sheng Xinghe choked and didn't answer any more.

Going to check out at the counter, passing two rows of freezers, He Qinian suddenly remembered something, pointed at the milk and said, "Last time you said you wanted to make yogurt for me, but you haven't done it yet."

"Oh," Sheng Xinghe grabbed two cans of fresh milk, "What flavor of yogurt do you want?"

"Raspberries, strawberries, ice cream."

Sheng Xinghe sighed, "Can you pick some fruits that are available now? Where can I buy raspberries for you?"

He Qinian was generous and accommodating, "Let's keep it original."

Sheng Xinghe went to the fruit stand and weighed a bunch of bananas and a pineapple.

He Qinian pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Every time you ask me for my opinion, you don't listen to me."

Sheng Xinghe went to check out with his things, "Which time? For example."

He Qinian truthfully said: "The time I went to sleep at your house, you asked us which of us would take a bath first, and I told you to wash together, but you didn't like it."

Sheng Xinghe was amused by him, "Have you been thinking about such a small thing for so long? Are you ashamed? How old are you and still take a bath together?"

"What's the matter, I often go to the bath to take a bath."

"I like to wash quietly by myself without scrubbing." Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian was quite shocked: "Isn't that supposed to be muddy? Can you clean your back by yourself?"

"Why can't it? This is the first time I've heard that you have to be helped to clean yourself in the shower."

"So you never take a bath in the bathroom in winter?"

"Scrubbing is not a popular item here. I usually wash it at home. After soaking for a while, I can wash it off." Sheng Xinghe felt that he was really stupid to explain so much to him.

"Really? Then I can check..."

Before the word "check" came out, it was directly interrupted by Sheng Xinghe.

"Do not accept review."

"It's definitely not clean. I'll take you to the bathhouse to scrub once in winter. I guarantee you will fall in love with that feeling."

"I don't want it," Sheng Xinghe immediately vetoed, "I don't like taking a bath with others."

"Wang Wang~"

Sheng Xinghe raised his head and burst out laughing.

...

This was the first time Sheng Xinghe had started cooking since he moved in. He was full of posture, but after tossing around the kitchen door for a long time, he didn't even figure out how to turn on the gas stove.

"Isn't it broken?" He whispered.

"There should be a card, you can use it by inserting it, did the landlord give you a card?" He Qi knelt on the ground in his middle half, staring at the position of the valve, "It's right here, see, there is a card slot. "

Sheng Xinghe glanced at him suspiciously, "Are you sure?"

He Qinian narrowed his eyes, "You haven't cooked dinner once, have you?"

"My family used to use that kind of filling gas before, and I haven't studied this kind."

Sheng Xinghe frowned, lost in memory.

It has been several months since I met the landlord, who still remembers what happened.

Call the landlord and they will be connected quickly.

"Auntie, the fire in the kitchen can't be turned on. Did you block it for me? I forgot."

"Here I am, the gas card, key, and even the contract are given to you together." The landlord's aunt's voice was very firm, and Sheng Xinghe could only say thank you.

"Is there?" He Qinian stared and asked.

"She said yes," Sheng Xinghe hung up the phone, "but I don't remember where I put it. She said it was put together with the contract. I have never used that card, so I guess it is still there."

"Let me help you." He Qinian got up and walked out of the kitchen, "Is it a file bag? Do you have any memory of where it is placed?"

Sheng Xinghe sighed, "Do I need to look for it if I want to have an impression?"

He Qinian said mercilessly, "Your memory is really bad."

"Hey," Sheng Xinghe laughed, "You still have the face to criticize me?! Think about how many times you forgot to bring your keys? When was it not because I kindly took you in?"

When the matter of the key was mentioned, He Qinian shifted the subject guiltily, "Then do you remember what the file bag looks like? I'll help you find it."

"It's just a very common transparent file bag." Sheng Xinghe said.

There were several drawers on the coffee table in the living room, He Qinian rummaged around to no avail, and walked into Sheng Xinghe's bedroom.

"Haven't you looked at the bedside table?" He asked.

Sheng Xinghe responded, and looked down at the last drawer, where there were still a pile of useless electrical manuals.

He Qinian hooked the handle with his index finger, and opened the cabinet door. The first thing he entered was a small iron box the size of a fist, with a foreign label on it, which should be something like candy.

His attention was attracted by the small box, he grabbed it and shook it twice, "Is this chocolate? Can I eat it?"

Sheng Xinghe glanced at the things in his hands, his pupils dilated suddenly, his blood rushed straight to the top of the sky, even his temples jumped in fright, a hungry tiger flew over to hold those ready-to-move fingers.

"can not eat!"

He Qinian trembled from his fright, let go of the small iron box, and looked up at him.

Sheng Xinghe tightly grasped the iron box in his hand as if holding a grenade.

Inside is the white rose that He Qinian folded back last year, and the logo of the noodle shop is printed on the paper towel, He Qinian will definitely remember it at a glance.

After wearing the mask for a long time, I dare not take it off easily.

Because of embarrassment and bewilderment, his thoughts were in a state of chaos, and his fingers had already dented the box.

He knew that He Qinian was looking at him, his cheeks became more and more red, and his limbs became a little stiff. Finally, he lowered his head and replied dryly: "It's not something to eat."

The more he was like this, the more He Qinian couldn't restrain his curiosity, "What's in there?"

Sheng Xinghe picked the label on the box with his fingertips, frowning, trying to make his expression look serious instead of embarrassing.

"Yes... it's my mother's relic."

He Qinian was taken aback, and his eyes suddenly softened, "I'm sorry, is it a very expensive thing? Did I break it?"

"No." Sheng Xinghe got up and locked the small iron box into a safe drawer, and at the same time locked this temporarily uncertain emotion in it.

"Not expensive."

After finding the gas card, the two went back to the kitchen to cook supper.

When shopping for vegetables, Sheng Xinghe vowed to be the chef, but when he actually stood in front of the stove, he didn't know where to start. He Qinian was doing all the work except washing rice, washing vegetables and chopping onions.

"Do you have a bigger casserole at home? I'll put the big bones in it first." He Qinian asked.

"I don't know," Sheng Xinghe bent down and opened the cabinet door, "I'll look for it."

He Qinian was shocked: "Haven't you lived here for several months?"

Sheng Xinghe: "So?"

He Qinian sighed, caught a glimpse of the back of his head, couldn't help but reach out and rub it, "It's okay, I'm here, you just need to be responsible for enjoying the delicious food."

Sheng Xinghe brushed his arm away, "It's not big or small."

Throw the bones and ingredients into the pot and boil for a while, and basically forget about the blood foam.

The next dish is a relatively simple tomato egg, of course, this is only simple for He Qinian.

The oil pan was getting hotter and hotter, and there was still a little water stain in it that hadn't been wiped dry, making a "sizzling" sound.

Sheng Xinghe raised the lid of the pot to block in front of him, his eyes seemed to see the enemy carrying an AK.

With such a defensive posture, He Qinian can imagine how good his cooking skills are.

The golden egg liquid was put into the pot, He Qinian turned the pot, and stirred it a few times with chopsticks, the egg liquid turned into fluffy egg cubes.

It smells good.

Sheng Xinghe's Adam's apple rolled.

After He Qinian scooped up the eggs, he started to fry the tomatoes again until the juice came out of the tomatoes, then poured in the fried eggs again, put a little water and seasonings, closed the lid, and collected the juice.

All in one go.

During the whole process, Sheng Xinghe's most frequent action was to swallow his saliva, and He Qinian's smooth and smooth operation was almost like a chef's level in his eyes.

The tomatoes and eggs were out of the pot, and He Qinian cleaned the pot, ready to make another potato sirloin.

The smell of meat in the pot was overflowing, Sheng Xinghe couldn't hold it back, he took out his chopsticks and picked up an egg on the side to pad his stomach.

"How does it taste?" He Qinian turned around and asked.

I don't know if it's because I've been hungry for too long or what, but Sheng Xinghe feels that the taste is absolutely amazing, and the chef of the restaurant is only at this level.

He didn't even bother to speak, and gave a thumbs up.

"Give me a piece." He Qinian opened his mouth.

Holding the plate, Sheng Xinghe picked up a piece of egg, blew it on his mouth, and fed it.

He Qinian ate to his heart's content and was in high spirits, as if there was a tail dangling behind him.

Sheng Xinghe couldn't help with cooking, so he turned around and made yogurt.

Pour fresh milk into the yogurt machine, pour some baking powder, add some hot water, and finally close the lid and plug in the power to finish the job.

"Why don't you put the fruit in?" He Qinian asked.

"It needs to be fermented overnight, and it will be a ghost if you can eat it tomorrow. I'm going to mix the fruit with nuts and cereal."

"Why haven't I seen you do it before." He Qinian said.

Sheng Xinghe raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Can't I be lazy?"

"It's okay, I have learned it now, and I will arrange it for you if you want to eat in the future."

Sheng Xinghe said in his heart that this kid is really good at talking.

The rice in the rice cooker overflowed with fragrance, and the big bone broth was almost stewed.

The handle of the pot was not made of heat-insulating material, so He Qinian lifted the lid before Sheng Xinghe.

"This is too hot, let me serve it, and you go serve the rice."

He Qinian didn't give him any chance to hesitate, he used a rag to pad the handle, and quickly took it out.

Sheng Xinghe's slender nerves were touched again and again tonight.

This guy looks tall and big, but his mind is quite delicate.

The smell of meat from the kitchen is all transferred to the dining table.

He Qinian was so hungry that he devoured the big meat and a bowl of rice within 3 minutes before it bottomed out.

Sheng Xinghe needs to strictly control his weight, so he doesn't eat too much.

"By the way, Director Sun talked to me about your affairs today."

"Huh?" He Qinian's head, which was almost buried in the soup bowl, finally lifted up.

"About whether to enter the provincial team or not," Sheng Xinghe said, "Didn't you tell me before that you wanted to enter the national team, and the provincial team is the biggest springboard."

Sheng Xinghe drew a pyramid shape on the table, "From amateur, to professional, and then to the top, it takes a process of selection and delivery. Major sports schools, youth training teams, these are the places where talents are reserved, and the best candidates are selected. The best ones are sent to the provincial team to participate in various national competitions, such as the National Indoor High Jump Competition, the National Games, the National Athletics Championships, and the Asian Championships a little further away. You can only get results in these competitions. You have the opportunity to be selected for the national team, to participate in the international Diamond League, the World Championships, and the Olympics, and at that time, you will represent China."

You represent China.

These words made He Qinian's scalp tingle, and his blood rushed straight to Tianlinggai.

Sheng Xinghe found a printed document from his bag and pushed it to him, "There are very detailed conditions for joining the team, you can take a look, but I must also tell you clearly that this road is difficult, at least compared to It’s much harder than you imagined, it’s up to you to choose.”

Since it is a choice, it must be a matter of pros and cons.

The training base of the provincial team is far away from the school, and it takes at least four hours to drive back and forth. It is extremely time-consuming, costly and energy-intensive to go back and forth on the same day.

In addition, the daily special training time will not be less than eight hours, most of which are concentrated during the day, which means that there is no time for school courses.

This is also the biggest problem faced by amateurs who turn professional. You can’t have both fish and bear’s paws. Choosing a career means giving up your studies temporarily.

He Qinian had considered this issue before, but he didn't expect the change to come so quickly.

He has only started practicing high jump in the past two years. At the beginning, he just participated in some small competitions with the school team. He didn't dare to imagine that he would really step on the road of a professional athlete one day.

The appearance of Sheng Xinghe seemed to impel him to make a clearer and more specific plan for his future.

He could read the expectation in Sheng Xinghe's eyes, but the meaning behind that expectation was not yet clear.

It is more like a kind of encouragement and trust from the coach to the students.

"Would it be impossible to go home after entering the provincial team for training?"

The subtext of this sentence is, I can't see you anymore.

"Yes, the team will arrange dormitories for you. As soon as the competition at the end of the month is over, you can come back and wait for the next competition. However, the interval should not be long. You can only use fragmented time to review. If you collide, ask the teacher for a leave of absence first."

Sheng Xinghe spoke in a straightforward manner without any change in his expression, and he couldn't hear his subtext at all.

He Qinian's face was a little solemn.

That's not what he cares about.

But many words cannot be asked bluntly, and only devious tactics can be adopted.

"Then who else will go with me besides me?"

"I'm sure it's Liu Yuhan, and there are two in the sprint group. I remember that there are eleven in total." Sheng Xinghe patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you are definitely not fighting alone, and you have so many fans." Yes, they must be looking forward to your performance."

He Qinian sighed, thinking: If you don't go, what's the difference between fighting alone.

For a person who is deeply in love with a crush, he would panic if he didn't see anyone for half a day, let alone half a month, but Sheng Xinghe would return to the highest place after the suspension period ended, and he had to climb mountains and mountains to get along with him. He stood shoulder to shoulder.

In the most confused and embarrassing stage of life, meeting someone who is tempted is like scratching one's heart with claws, extremely contradictory.

Wanting to possess, but fearing that he is not capable enough to bring him anything.

On second thought, this might be something to be thankful for. The road he is walking now is the road Sheng Xinghe once walked on.

Their future leads to the same place, and what they yearn for is the stadium.

He made his choice extremely firmly, and secretly vowed that one day, he would go to the top base in the country and find the person he most wanted to see.