All these years, Coach Wu has always been worried that Jiang Wei would become a stumbling block in Yi Ming's path to victory, but he never expected that the little girl who lived in Yi Ming's mouth would not only fail to hold him back, but would actually become the driving force behind his courageous triumph.
In this competition, Yi Ming either didn't participate at all, or he seemed to be giving his all.
"Yi Ming, you're still training..."
Liu Xiaoyun walked over with a light smile, holding a bottle of mineral water. It was truly not easy for him to say those words, because generally he would be the last one to finish training. But these days, he didn't know what was wrong with Yi Ming, who was like a madman, spending day and night at the training grounds.
"Yeah."
Yi Ming executed a beautiful turn and then steadily braked, coolly removing his helmet and shaking off the beads of sweat from his hair, smiling faintly, "Why didn't you go back to the hotel?"
Yi Ming reached out to take the water handed to him by Liu Xiaoyun, twisted it open in two seconds, and let the water flow down his throat, his sexy Adam's apple moving up and down slightly.
"It's no fun going back without a phone to play with," Liu Xiaoyun smiled, his hand unconsciously touching Yi Ming's handlebars, feeling the expensive material.
"Yeah, Coach Wu did it for our own good, so we can focus more on training now and achieve the best results in the future."
Yi Ming insincerely praised Coach Wu, because he knew that Coach Wu was standing not far away, casting sidelong glances at the two of them.
"Yeah...Yi Ming, what about your little sweetheart at home? Did you take care of her before handing over your phone?"
Liu Xiaoyun smiled with a raised eyebrow, having heard stories about Jiang Wei from Yi Ming's mouth and having a keen interest in this little girl who always made Yi Ming smile whenever he mentioned her.
"Of course, I gave her many kisses for her to use sparingly."
Yi Ming grinned, showing a row of small white teeth, looking incredibly happy.
"Kisses? How did you give them? And...what do you mean by 'use sparingly'?"
Liu Xiaoyun, a 20-year-old bachelor, was utterly confused as he looked at Yi Ming.
"How else could I give them? Of course, like this—" Yi Ming straddled his bike, one foot supporting the ground, the other controlling the body of the bike. He leaned forward, mischievously moving close to Liu Xiaoyun's mouth, "Come, move closer, let me give you a demonstration."
Liu Xiaoyun suddenly widened his eyes in shock.
"Hey, I say, are you disgusting or what—"
Liu Xiaoyun made a "Please, someone come and collect this monster" expression, covering his mouth and backing away repeatedly.
On the other side, the prank succeeded, and Yi Ming was laughing so hard that he could hardly stand up straight, even causing the bike to shake...
"Remember next time, don't pry into my business with my little sweetheart, or else you single dog will get hurt..."
"Yi Ming, you're so mean..."
Liu Xiaoyun pretended to glare at him, but then also broke into a smile: "You, the happiest one among the three of us, are becoming more and more annoying..."
"Isn't that right!"
Chen Zeyi, who had just returned with some fruit, also happened to catch this scene.
He didn't need to think to know that the mischievous Yi Ming was definitely playing a prank on Liu Xiaoyun again.
"Xiaoyun, don't be angry. I bought some fruit, come to my room, we'll let that brat watch but not eat, and torture him to death..."
"Chen Zeyi, that's too cruel..."
Yi Ming smiled at him, his words arrogant but the laughter in his eyes as bright as peach blossoms.
The relationship between the three of them had always been like this.
Teasing each other, accompanying each other, encouraging each other.
In the few short days before the competition, the serious and tense atmosphere gradually dissipated amid their cheerful laughter. Coach Wu silently stood by, looking at the three handsome young men like the morning sun, feeling deeply gratified and slightly curling the corners of his mouth.
