[Wow, first an official morning announcement of a romantic and mentor-disciple relationship, then an evening announcement of career plans. This large-scale, grand production has me exhausted from being a spectator for the first time… Did Wang Feng call you yesterday to say he’s going to announce the global concert schedule today or something?]
A barrage of comments floated by.
But the half-sweet, half-complaining message was immediately covered by the explosive live gifts with incredible visual effects on the screen.
The power of the national flag is so mighty that the club owner stood up excitedly, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and sent twelve carnivals to Beijiao’s account—
Twelve!
The neighboring hosts who were singing and dancing were envious to tears!
Yet the club owner’s mind was filled with one thought: My club has raised a national team player! Ah, my sharp eyesight, I’m so awesome!
At this moment, as part of the live interaction, the WeChat group began reviewing the Winter Olympics competition news from a few days ago. The melon field enthusiasts were bouncing around, panting from exhaustion—
Photos of Jiang Ran in Chongli were sent flying into various snow-enthusiast groups by various people.
Photos on the mountaintop, beside the track, mingling among blond-haired, blue-eyed crowds, squatting and talking to the coach, poking her finger on the ground absentmindedly drawing circles…
In every photo, towering and straight behind Jiang Ran, was a tall, upright figure.
…Forget volunteers, he was merely wearing a volunteer badge symbolically. His posture, eyes cold, back straight, neither humble nor arrogant. When anyone needed a volunteer, they instinctively skipped looking at him.
With such a stance, wasn’t he clearly just the bodyguard for the woman who was half a head shorter than him?
Jiang Ran scrolled through the photos, thinking that the candid shots were more atmospheric than the formal posed ones. She couldn’t help but save and download several of them herself.
Just as she was frantically downloading and saving, a curious person chimed in: [Have you seen these photos? Poor volunteer followed Sister Ran for ten whole days, yet still got nothing… I was actually shipping them two back then!]
This comment quickly scrolled off the rolling screen; Jiang Ran might have missed it had she not been looking at the group messages.
She tapped on his profile picture and replied with a question mark.
Then she turned around and gestured to the young man with black hair standing not far away to come over.
Beijiao approached, carrying a big bundle of clothes, and naturally sat down behind Jiang Ran.
He leaned over to look at Jiang Ran’s phone, and without saying much, muttered, “I was wondering why my phone suddenly disappeared while I was playing with it. Turns out it’s with you. I even thought it got washed away in the washing machine.”
“Well, why didn’t you open the washing machine door midway to check your pocket?”
“Scared the washing machine might break if I forced it open,” Beijiao said. “The washing machine is more expensive than the phone.”
His math skills are truly excellent; he’s a complete money-hoarder.
[QWQ ships again, Sister Ran can use Dog Brother’s phone freely!]
[They have no secrets from each other, so annoying!]
[No secrets mean no mystery, which is actually not good (they’re just jealous)]
[I don’t want to watch their live stream anymore. Is there an admin to kick me out? I can’t leave by myself, ahhhhhh!]
[Kick me out +1]
[Kick me out +2]
Jiang Ran ignored the barrage of comments saying they envied her ability to mess around with Beijiao’s phone. Instead, she tugged at Beijiao’s hoodie collar. He swayed slightly, collapsing bonelessly toward her like a dead dog.
She casually grabbed a magazine from the sofa, covered half of Beijiao’s face with it, leaving only his eyes visible, just like in the news photos where he wore a mask. Then she brought the phone closer to face him: “Hey, the one asking about the Winter Olympics volunteer, does this look familiar?”
She originally expected to see a bunch of “Oh, I see now.”
But instead, she saw a bunch of “????”
She was equally baffled by the barrage and turned around, only to find that the person she had covered half his face with the magazine was now staring with eyes wide as copper bells, round and plump—completely different from the cool volunteer in the photos.
She put down the magazine and slapped Beijiao’s chest, “Why are your eyes so wide?”
Beijiao pointed at the screen, “The boss keeps sending me carnivals… so many!”
Jiang Ran: “…”
Jiang Ran turned her head toward the phone screen and said, “Stop sending them.”
The fireworks-like visual effects immediately disappeared.
Beijiao looked as if he had lost a hundred million yuan. His once-round eyes narrowed instantly, “Why did you tell him to stop? Which side are you on?”
His pitch-black pupils flickered with ruthless light, accompanied by the world-weariness brought by losing a huge tip… This time, there was no need for Jiang Ran to find props to cover the lower half of his face. The barrage automatically started floating by—
[Okay, now we recognize him.]
[Hello, volunteer guy. Never thought you were actually such a kind-hearted volunteer. Because you looked so cold, I hesitated whether to take lessons from you. How blind of me!]
[So you went to Chongli, and Beijiao followed you too!]
[So clingy!]
[Ah, so this isn’t just a wrong couple to ship—it’s pure reality meeting dreams!!]
Beijiao was released by Jiang Ran and scooted back to his original spot on the sofa.
He started folding the clothes.
Jiang Ran answered various questions from the gossip-hungry viewers, while Beijiao diligently folded clothes.
At this point, someone asked Jiang Ran about her thoughts on joining the national team and what she intended to do. Her expression was relatively relaxed: “We need points to participate in the Winter Olympics. Let’s work hard on training these two years, accumulate points for the World Cup, and aim for the Milan Winter Olympics. What’s wrong with that? Four years later, how old will I be… Ah, thirty. Thirty is still okay. In skiing, if you like it, you can still ski at sixty! Back in Chongli, I even skied a parallel giant slalom race with the men’s group champion. He was already thirty-two or thirty-three, and I couldn’t keep up with him at all. The gap was huge, but there’s still room for improvement—”
When Jiang Ran mentioned Alikelosof, Beijiao paused his folding, instinctively turning his head…
Jiang Ran was habitually staring at the barrage area and didn’t look at the screen. It was only when someone reminded her, “A dog heard another man’s name and his DNA moved,” that she turned back to look at him.
Meeting his piercing gaze, Jiang Ran remained expressionless. He reached out, half-complaining and half-unhappy, gently tugging a strand of her hair.
Jiang Ran swatted his hand away, and he pouted, releasing her hair.
[Won’t that mean traveling all over the world?]
“Yeah, traveling all over the world to participate in World Cup qualifying races.”
[So won’t that mean a long-distance relationship with the dog?]
Jiang Ran turned back to pull Beijiao over. The latter lazily made a “hmm” sound, still not very willing to engage with her after the earlier incident. Reluctantly turning his head, he heard her say, “Someone said I’ll have a long-distance relationship with you if I go abroad? What do you think?”
“See with your eyes, what can I do? How can I compare to your career ambitions? I’m just an unimportant man.”
Beijiao said calmly.
Then he paused, adding:
“Or I can drop out of university and travel the world with you… but you have to guarantee me, like we can go get married tomorrow.”
Jiang Ran let go of him and turned toward the phone: “Did you hear that? He says it’s fine.”
[2333333333, is this really ‘fine’?]
[You’ve truly mastered the ‘faithfulness, expressiveness, elegance’ of translation.]
[Go get married! Let’s do it tomorrow! Hurry up!]
[I smell a whiff of a heartbreaker. Don’t tell me you’re planning to get married only after winning an Olympic gold!]
Beijiao still carried the sweet scent of laundry detergent. At this point, the fragrant dog leaned over, resting his chin on Jiang Ran’s shoulder, originally intending to see the gossipers scold her as a heartbreaker and share in their indignation…
But now that someone actually criticized him, he wasn’t happy again.
“It’s okay to get married after winning an Olympic gold,” he interjected, “anyway, she can do it. At most, I’ll wait four years— the key is that day must come, bro. As long as she tells me there’s a day when we’ll report to the civil affairs bureau, I can wait.”
Jiang Ran raised her hand to pat his head.
Petted and feeling comfortable, his gentlemanly remarks flowed more smoothly: “Jiang Ran didn’t come into this world just to marry me.”
Then he paused.
“Although she can only marry me.”
The weight on her shoulder lightened as Beijiao moved his head away. He turned back around to continue folding clothes, expressionless and cold.
Only the reddening tips of his ears betrayed his true feelings at this moment.
Female snowboarding fans in the barrage started frantically tagging their husbands and boyfriends, yelling, “Take notes, take notes! If even such a handsome kid has this level of awareness, why can’t other guys step up too!”
Jiang Ran happily watched the chaotic barrage for a while. The person behind her patted her again.
She turned around, puzzled, only to see the person who had just turned away now turned back again, lips slightly pursed, jawline tight.
Under Jiang Ran’s puzzled gaze, he hesitated, then silently used the clothes in his hands to cover half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. Those dark pupils stared at her intensely, “Haven’t you said anything yet?”
“Say what?”
“What I said just now.”
“Oh.”
“‘Oh’ what do you mean?”
“In the live stream with so many people watching, you’re trying to morally bind me… ah, okay, okay, fine!”
Although her tone was very dismissive, it was somewhat acceptable.
The black-haired youth on the sofa gave a generally satisfied grunt, reluctantly muttered “Hmm,” and turned his head away.
At this point, the clothes were almost all folded. He pulled out Jiang Ran’s national team uniform from the top of the pile and handed it to her, “Washed, try it on.”
Jiang Ran took the clothes and put them on. It fit perfectly.
Her long hair was pulled out from the collar and draped over her shoulders. She stood up to look in the mirror. The red color really suited her complexion. The woman in the mirror now had rosy lips and white teeth, her curly hair jet black. Finally, the coveted jacket was on her body.
She turned around, and there was Beijiao sitting on the sofa, one leg bent, hands supporting the edge of the sofa, body leaning forward, looking up at her…
The living room lights reflected in his black eyes, like lighting up the stars in the night sky, even more brilliant than the winter sunlight reflecting off the snow tracks.
Jiang Ran cleared her throat, “Does it look good?”
The young man on the sofa curled his lips slightly: “Hmm.”
This scene was recorded by the phone camera. In the live stream, a barrage floated by.
[This is the first time seeing Beijiao with such an expression. Mom, look, this dog has starry eyes!
Oh my god, Jiang Ran, he really loves you to death!]
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