"We just distributed down jackets, and one is missing because you weren't working. I'll think of a way." Uncle Wu said to Xiao Ran after seeing off the two leaders.
"I'll wear mine for you." Jiao Keyang suggested.
Xiao Ran looked at him and hesitated.
"Our scoring and statistics team needs a guide with good English. Let's go and have a look?" Boyi, who was observing all this, extended an olive branch in time and invited Xiao Ran.
"Okay." Xiao Ran replied without hesitation.
"Poach one of our generals." Uncle Wu teased Bai Yi.
"I'll come back to help you when I'm free tomorrow." Xiao Ran smiled to save the situation, but he was determined not to come back to make ice again, because he couldn't come to see him again.
Xiao Ran waved goodbye to everyone and followed Bai Yi out of the venue.
Boyi opened the door, and Xiao Ran walked from the bright ice rink into darkness. The door slammed shut, cutting off Jiao Keyang's following eyes. Xiao Ran felt that the door seemed to have severed all ties between himself and Jiao Keyang.
Walking in the dim corridor, the scenes of spending the past two days with Jiao Keyang appeared in Xiao Ran's mind like a revolving lantern. It was a long-lost sense of relaxation and happiness.
There was an 8-year age difference. Xiao Ran shook his head and didn't want to reminisce. It would only make him fall deeper into it. She raised her head and met Bai Yi's eyes, which turned to look at her, and smiled back habitually.
Bai Yi turned around, his heart skipping a beat. He had never seen a girl with such a deadly smile.
"Our group of volunteers assists the referees in determining and recording technical points during the game." At this time, mature men can still conceal their panic through calm communication.
"Okay."
Intention: Be yourself