That Nameless Summer Chapter 54

Remember to add clothes

It was early morning when the plane landed. The cold wind made Song Li shrink his neck. He took out Ling Qingye’s thick coat and put it on. The fabric was soft and had a faint smell of cedar.He took out his mobile phone and turned it on. The screen was filled with messages, most of which were from Ling Qingye. From the instructions before departure to the landing reminder, the last one was sent ten minutes ago: [Report safe on landing, remember to put on some clothes.】

Song Li leaned on the pillar of the airport to reply to the message, tapping his fingertips quickly: “Here we are, not cold.”】

As soon as the message was sent, a call came through. Ling Qingye’s voice came through the receiver, hoarse as if he had just woken up: “Is it cold over there? Drive slowly when you pick up your luggage, don’t bump.”

“I know, why are you acting like an old woman?” Song Li pouted, but still moved to the heating vent, “I just left the customs. The translator is waiting. I hung up and will talk later.”

“Don’t push yourself through training. If you have a stomachache, take medicine.” Ling Qingye added, and didn’t hang up the phone until he heard Song Li’s impatient response.

The car arranged by the team was parked at the door. Song Li put his cell phone in his pocket and walked to the car with his suitcase.The translator was a local Chinese who didn’t talk much. He drove quietly all the way. He only reminded me when he turned into the training base: “The training hall here is fully air-conditioned. Remember to add or take off clothes when entering and exiting.”

The base is a small independent building, the training room is bright and bright, and the equipment is newer than those in China.Song Li put down his luggage and went to debug the equipment. His fingertips ran across the keyboard, and he suddenly remembered that before departure, Ling Qingye sat beside him and helped him replace the keyboard keycaps with new ones, which made it easier to press.He was stunned, shook his head to get rid of his thoughts, opened the training software and started to warm up.

A week passed by and Song Li was in the training room every day. The continuous training made him fall asleep. He only sent a few messages to Ling Qingye before going to bed.After training that day, as soon as I walked out of the training hall, I saw my phone light up. Ling Qingye sent a photo. It was a dining table at home, with his favorite strawberries on it, with the text: [You come back to eat.】

Song Li stood in the cold wind, stroking the screen with his fingertips. The corner of his mouth curled up unconsciously, but he quickly suppressed it, replied “I understand”, and turned around to walk to the dormitory.As soon as he went up the stairs, his stomach suddenly twitched. He held onto the wall to calm down. He remembered the stomach medicine that Ling Qing had stuffed in his stomach. He took two pills and took them with warm water. He felt inexplicably more at ease.

After extra training at night, Song Li yawned, and a video request popped up in the lower right corner of the screen. It was Ling Qingye.He hesitated for a moment and clicked Accept. Ling Qingye’s face appeared on the screen. The background was the living room at home, and the lights were turned on warmly.

“Still training?” Ling Qingye’s eyes fell on the training room behind him, “Don’t stay up too late, your eyes will be sore.”

“It’s almost over, my teammates are still fighting.” Song Li leaned towards the camera and saw the documents in Ling Qingye’s hand, “Are you still awake?”

“Waiting for your news.” Ling Qingye smiled, stretched out his hand to rub Song Li’s face in the camera, “Look at your eyes, sleep more tomorrow, and ask the translator to bring you breakfast.”

Song Li slapped his hand away and said: “Don’t act blindly in front of the camera, your teammates are watching.”

The laughter of his teammates came from the camera. Song Li blushed and said hastily, “Hang up and go to bed.” Then he pressed end and turned to glare at his teammates who were making noises: “Why are you laughing? Let’s go to training.”

The teammates winked, but no one dared to joke anymore and kept their heads down and continued training.Song Li sat back in his seat, his heartbeat was a little fast. He raised his hand and pressed his chest, cursing himself for being useless, but he couldn’t help but click on the chat box with Ling Qingye again, turned to the picture of strawberries, and looked at it for a long time.

There were only three days left before the competition, and the training intensity increased sharply. Song Li was halfway through training one day when he was suddenly called outside by his coach and said someone was delivering something.He walked out doubtfully and saw the translator holding a thermal bag in his hand. He said it was a gift from a Chinese uncle and left a message: “It’s made according to taste. Eat it while it’s hot.”

Song Li opened the thermal bag and found a bowl of hot lean meat porridge and a plate of cold cucumbers, both of which were his favorite flavors.Holding the spoon, he suddenly realized what he was doing and took out his cell phone to send a message to Ling Qingye: [Did you have someone deliver the porridge?】

Ling Qingye replied quickly, with a bit of cunning: [guess.】

Song Li bit the spoon, feeling warm in his heart, but he still replied “It’s unnecessary, there is food in the training room” and lowered his head to drink the porridge. The porridge was just warm and glutinous, and tasted exactly the same as Ling Qingye’s cooking.

The day before the competition, when Song Li was making final adjustments, Ling Qingye called via video. He didn’t say much about training, but only talked to him about things at home. He said that the osmanthus tree downstairs was in bloom and was very fragrant, and they wanted to wait for him to pick it together when he came back.Song Li listened, and the tension in his fingertips slowly dissipated. Finally, Ling Qingye looked at him and said seriously: “Don’t think too much, just play normally. I’ll wait for you to win here.”

“I know, there’s so much nonsense.” Song Li hung up the phone, but kept the words “waiting for you to win” in his heart.

On the day of the game, Song Li wore the team uniform that Ling Qingye helped him choose. The fabric was breathable and very comfortable to wear.Before going on stage, he touched the stomach medicine in his pocket and looked at the screen saver on his phone. It was a photo of him and Ling Qingye before departure. The two were leaning together, he frowned, but Ling Qingye smiled and rubbed his hair.

When the referee called for entry, Song Li took a deep breath, put his phone in his pocket, and walked into the arena.The spotlight fell on him. He raised his hand and pressed the earphones, and his fingertips landed on the keyboard steadily and quickly.