When I was fourteen years old, I always picked up balls in abandoned arenas.
Wang Qinqin leaned against the door frame and smiled: "Xiaodou Bao, you will never make it to the national team if you play like this for the rest of your life."
His palms were sweaty as he hung the championship medal around my neck.
We were partners in Mixed Doubles for three years, and we won all the gold medals, but we never even held hands.
The reporter asked him about his ideal type, and he glanced at the tips of my red ears: "Short hair, stubborn, and risking his life playing basketball."
The night we lost in the Asian Games, I heard the sound of him smashing the cabinet through the locker room door.
"Wang Qinqin," I knocked on the door, "if you win the World Championships, I promise you something."
In the deciding game of the final, he missed the match point and hit a fairy ball.
When the flash flooded the podium, he suddenly came close to my ear:
"Can we hold hands now?"
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