Gu Qingrong wrote down the name of the blogger who made up the relationship between him and Zeng Shao. The microblog was called "Xiao Le" and his real name was "Lin Xiao Xiao".
"Thank you." Gu Qingrong looked at the fat men and thanked them sincerely.
Fat man, they suddenly got a "thank you" from him, and they almost lost their chin.
As a result, he got the following expressions from his roommates-
Fat Zhan Xing shook his head: "It's light, it's light after all."
Gu Qingrong: "???"
Chen Shen bowed his head, walked anxiously in front of him for several times, then looked up at him and asked seriously, "Gu Qingrong, are we still brothers?!"
Lin Yifang instantly picked up the chopsticks that had not been packed up and bit into his mouth. The traces of the performance were too heavy. The acting skill was very clumsy and sad: "Xiao Rongrong, we are in the same boat and share the same bed for so many years. How can you... how can you..."
Gu Qingrong is full of black lines and has no idea what they are doing.
As soon as he drew his mouth, he returned to Lin Yifang: "If you share a bed, don't use idioms if you can't use them." After a pause, he looked at the three of them and was suspicious: "Is there anything wrong with what I said just now?"
The three men said to him in unison: "Yes, because you said thank you to us!"
Gu Qingrong is full of question marks. "What's wrong with this?"
The three men said in unison again: "If you are a brother, don't say thank you!"
"..."
On the third day after the competition, Zhou Xin called Gu Qingrong to the office.
Because Gu Qingrong's results in the first match of the men's 1,000-meter short track speed skating provincial final were indeed cancelled by the competitors.
No, to be precise, he ran away halfway, which brought troubles and inconvenience to the competitors. He didn't finish the competition, so he didn't get any results.
After Zhou Xin handed him a written notice, Gu Qingrong really received the news that there was no result.
The notice was clasped in his hand, and he looked at it quietly with low eyes, a little trance.
"Qingrong." Seeing Gu Qingrong turn and leave, Zhou Xin finally stopped him.
Gu Qingrong looked back at him: "Coach."
Zhou Xin bypassed his desk, walked to the front of him, looked at him closely for more than ten seconds, and finally said all the words he wanted to say to him: "Qingrong, you are a very talented and potential child. Anyway, although there is no result this time, I believe you will be able to achieve good results in the next two competitions to catch up."
Facing Zhou Xin's trust and expectation for himself, Gu Qingrong didn't feel a trace of happiness. Instead, the pressure on him was like a boulder, which made him breathless.
Zhou Xin stretched out his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and went on to say, "Last time I said you had difficulties, I asked you what you had difficulties, and you didn't say it.