Chapter 107

"Winning the championship is strength"

"The talent is also terrible"

Fang Shengquan has been optimistic about Late since the Kitten Cup, but he did not dare to think that the indifferent teenager in the camera could defeat Zhou Tingchuan to win the championship.

"It's the first time I've seen Teacher Fang so compliment"

"The giants must be in touch"

"Anyway, congratulations"

"Sour yoyo congratulations to the red-haired cub"

The competition venue was noisy, the lights were focused on the red-haired boy, his face was stained with a rare smile, Yan Xueyiao in front of the computer looked at the boy's right hand hidden under his sleeve, but there was no smile in his black and white eyes.

And Shen Chi took a photo of the bright trophy with his mobile phone in his left hand, and sent the photo to the past.

【Shen Chi】Trophy

Yan Xueyiao asked quietly.

[Yan Xuexiao] Why do you still fight?

The teenager who received the reply bowed his head. He didn't know if he would recover. He might never recover. He had never been this close to the championship, probably the last time he was this close.

He didn't have many things. He wanted to show Yan Xuexiao the champion. He said that he would definitely do it if he wanted to show Yan Xuexiao the champion. This was one of the few things he could come up with.

Yan Xuexiao looked at the screen of the phone, and seemed to sense that he was angry. After a while, the little láng cub on the other side carefully sent a sentence.

[Shen Chi] Show you the champion

The moment he saw the news, the young man closed his eyes and couldn't see his emotions clearly, his pale lips pursed into a thin line.

*

Before the visa had expired, Shen Chi got on the plane to Los Angeles for the first time. Because he couldn't lift heavy objects with his hands, he didn't go back to Border Town to bring luggage, but only carried a backpack.

Countless clouds flew past the porthole. The young man stared out of the porthole without blinking. He clearly recognized that he was crossing over the Pacific Ocean, and the distance of 14,000 kilometers was gradually shortening. When he thought of this, he It doesn't seem so sad anymore.

Thirteen hours after the plane landed, he walked to the airport and dialed Yan Xuexiao's voice phone, but no one answered the phone, so he sent a message slowly.

[Shen Chi] I'm in Los Angeles

Still no reply.

A young boy who came to a foreign country by himself held a backpack and sat in a chair with headphones on for a long time. He thought that the other party must be very disappointed in him. He is no stranger to this kind of disappointment. It first became disappointment and then turned into mutual hatred. stranger.

The light that rekindled in the boy's eyes slowly went out, he stood up, summoned up the courage to make another call, this time the call finally got through, the expressionless boy asked in a low voice, "You don't even want me, do you? ?"

There was silence in the air, and then he heard footsteps behind him, and the young man's cold voice sounded behind him, and there was still breathing: "I didn't say no."

Chapter 56

The next second after hearing the sound, Shen Chi's senses seemed to be amplified, and everything around was extremely clear, whether it was the cold breath of pine wood, or the fluorescent light that filled the night outside the window.

At the moment when he slowly turned around, the world suddenly stopped, and all the sound disappeared.

The young man was a head taller than him, and the shadow he cast covered him from top to bottom. He was shrouded in the shadow, feeling nervous for no reason, and quickly lowered his head.

Suddenly, a hand dropped from the top of his head, rubbing his head gently, he raised his head subconsciously, and just met a pair of narrow, dark eyes, the young man asked in a low voice, "Ignore people?"

Shen Chi's heart skipped a beat, and before she could deny it, Yan Xueyiao slowly explained, "It's late from New Jersey."

The uneasiness of meeting for the first time seemed to disappear without a trace from this sentence. He took out the tickets from the event organizer from the inner layer of his backpack: "I have two tickets for the World Championship, do you want to watch it together?"

He plucked up his courage and added, "If you're fine."

Yan Xueyiao softly said "um".

*

In the lecture hall of Princeton, Byron was giving a report on behalf of the School of Philosophy. His voice was arrogant, and there were many characters from textbooks sitting on the seats.

"It's a pity that Yan gave up this opportunity." A Jewish girl in the seat said regretfully, "Suddenly asked for leave and left, or he was the one who made the report."

"It should be a very important matter," Adam replied, but he wanted to use Yan's temperament, maybe it was just an ordinary report.

On the other hand, Yan Xueyiao and Shen Chi were sitting on the podium at the PGC World Championship. They were sitting in the fifth row, just looking at the big screen in the pavilion, and they didn't need to look up to see it.

Tonight, sixteen teams will play the last day of the game. Even though the game has not yet started, the audience is full of people with different skin tones, and their faces are full of excitement.

Before the game started, Shen Chi was eating strawberry cake with his head down, because Yan Xuexiao asked him to wear a medical wristband on his right hand, and the movement of his wrist was strictly restricted, so he could only use his left hand to hold a spoon unskilledly.

He didn't finish eating the cake until the moment before the start of the competition, and he introduced to Yan Xuexiao: "All the first-class teams in each competition area are participating. The top team in points is South Korea, the second is a European team, and the third is our country's team. Teams, each region has a different style—"

The person beside him listened quietly, but before he could finish his last sentence, Yan Xueyiao suddenly leaned over and his body froze.