Fan Zhendongweeds

[Completed on February 26, 2026] Your way is my way, there is no distinction between myself and the other / 2016, Beijing. The lights in the training hall were dazzlingly white. Shang Qingyun had just finished extra training and was still sweating. Thinking that the length of time this month had not reached the target, he sat down on the ground and started the live broadcast. The camera panned across the empty arena, and the barrage suddenly came alive. [Yuanyuan practiced so late today! [Thank you, my wife! [Is Director Liu talking next to you? "I'm underage, don't scream nonsense." Shang Qingyun muttered softly, picked up the kettle and took a sip. Zhou Qihao caught a glimpse of her live broadcast and immediately came to join in the fun. He forced his face into the camera: "Hey, Teacher Shang is on the air? Fans and friends, let her sing "Ping Ping Pong Pong"!" The barrage was filled with [Hahaha] and [Support]. Shang Qingyun pushed him away angrily: "Go away, go away, are you responsible for the tune?" While they were joking, a figure finished his training and walked naturally to the floor next to her and sat down. It's Fan Zhendong. He picked up the unopened water next to her and asked naturally: "Isn't the sowing finished yet?" Shang Qingyun said "hmm" and tilted the camera. He didn't look at the screen, just wiped his sweat, and went over the details of the training with her, his tone familiar and natural. It was just the most inconspicuous day among countless training days and nights. / 2024, Paris. The last ball hit the ground. The whole world was silent for a moment, and then was completely overturned by deafening cheers. Shang Qingyun was stunned for two seconds, then threw away the racket. The huge ecstasy overwhelmed all reason like a tsunami. She screamed and jumped up, her face covered with tears and sweat. She grabbed the bright national flag and draped it over her shoulders, running around the field like a gust of red wind. Applause, screams, and flashing lights completely overwhelmed her. Shang Qingyun, Shang Qingyun. She heard a chorus of shouts from the sidelines. She bowed, raised her head, and glanced across the boiling auditorium, which was overwhelmed by many bright hand banners. Then it suddenly freezes. The familiar figure wearing the Chinese team uniform was standing on the sidelines, applauding her vigorously and cheering for her unreservedly. / Long live the difficulties and dangers we have traveled through side by side Long live the mountains we move together / Weiwei Mary Sue Purpose: to make up for his isolation during those years