At this point, Gu Qingrong's eyes stared straight at Zeng's mouth... the straw he bit?
"Is it delicious?" He asked.
"Hmm?" Zeng passed and looked at his lemon tea suspiciously. "It's delicious. I like this kind of tea best. It's just that if you drink too much, it's easy to get fat, or drink less."
"Give me a try." As soon as his words fell, he reached out and took them from her and handed her his milk tea. "You also try mine."
Hmm? ?
How did he learn this trick so quickly? !
In the blink of an eye, the lemon tea in her hand has reached his mouth, and his milk tea has been forced into her hand by him.
All right.
She tried, too.
Milk tea is indeed a good thing that can make people happy in this world. Her bite, full of milk flavor and tea flavor, sucks the full Q-bomb pearls into her mouth and chews them. It is simply paradise on earth.
Gu Qingrong looked at her face and asked, "Do you like it very much?"
"Hmm."
"Then I'll give you one."
"No, no, waste."
One of his students has no money, so she can't spend his money indiscriminately.
What's more, after her living expenses were distributed this month, there was not much left.
Gu Qingrong did not insist, so he said, "Since it tastes good, then you can drink mine and we will exchange it."
She thought he liked her lemon tea too, but she saw him take a sip. The sour taste in it made his eyebrows frown slightly and his eyelids trembled.
I guess it's sour.
"Don't you like sour?" She's a little worried.
"Not bad."
"If you don't like it, let's change it back."
"No." He refused, like a person who would rather suffer for his girlfriend to drink well and eat well. "It's not bad, but I don't understand, don't girls like to drink sweet things? Why do you like to drink sour?"
"Life is ups and downs. How can we not stand this sour?" She said, "My father taught me this."
He smiled, looked her in the eye, and sighed heartily: "Your father... is a very good person."
Just like you, he is also a good man and a person who can bring him happiness and sunshine.
The two smiled at each other, stopped talking, and looked at each other silently while drinking, lingering.
The two were silent for a while and remembered what Coach Zhou Xin told her.
"Gu Qingrong." She made a noise and broke the silence. "Coach Zhou Xin came to me a few days ago."
He froze, his eyes paused, silent for a moment and asked, "What does he want you to do?"
"It's for your sake."
He was suspicious.
"Your illness..." she said bluntly, "Emotional eating disorder is not very serious, but if you don't pay attention to it, it will become more and more serious and even affect your competition."
Gu Qingrong listened quietly to her.
Zeng looked at him firmly: "You like short track speed skating so much that your only dream is to enter the national team and participate in the 2022 Winter Olympics as a representative of China. However, you should know that the