Zhimian heard what he meant immediately.

Xingjiaozhou is very close to this, and he is still planning to take her there to spend the night?

Zhimian glared over and directly exposed his expectations: "You think beautifully."

Duan Zhuo leaned his elbow on the car window frame, looked at her lazily, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What am I thinking? Didn't I just say that my home is closer?"

“…”

"Can you think about that in that direction?"

Zhimian felt ashamed and annoyed by his routine, but he still looked at him coldly: "Can you drive?"

Duan Zhuo smiled and started the car, stop teasing her.

It's okay, the future is long.

He will take her home the day.

If there is no such villa in Xingjiaozhou, it would be a meaningless residence. Only she is by his side and where he lives is called home.

The car headed south and finally drove to the Xincheng Yujing Community.

Stopped downstairs, Duan Zhuo turned his eyes to the sleeping Zhimian, his eyes stayed at her quiet sleeping face for a while, and finally called her: "Zhimian, it's here."

The girl was woken up by the voice, opened her eyes and saw that the familiar apartment was downstairs outside.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at him: "Then I'll leave first..."

The man said, "I will go to other places for training next week."

His voice paused, "I can't come to you for the next week."

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, you can train well."

His eyes were faint, "You don't miss me at all?"

Zhimian smiled, "I am very busy every day, busy with work and study, and I don't have time to think about other things."

Duan Zhuo's face darkened, "Then take the time to think about me."

She blinked, "Then see if I can make time."

Duan Zhuo sneered.

It's true that he's a little unconscience.

"Eat on time, don't stay up late. If you can't finish drawing, put it on first. Don't be too tired. Call me if you have something to do. Have you heard it?" he instructed.

Zhimian turned his head and looked at him, "Why do you feel like you are in charge of children?"

He smiled at the corner of his lips, "You are a child in me."

Zhimian glanced at him, and felt his tone was filled with vague pampering. His cheeks became hot, and he felt that he couldn't stay in the car anymore, and muttered: "I've got upstairs."

"Well, go upstairs early to rest."

Zhimian got out of the car, Duan Zhuo watched her walk into the building, and finally slowly retracted his gaze.

My heart is empty again.

When I went to training separately with her, I didn’t feel so uncomfortable.

Duan Zhuo raised his hand and pressed his eyebrow bone, and finally started the car-

The next day, Duan Zhuo and the gyb team members flew to another training base.

This time I came here to participate in a simulation team competition organized by a domestic club to prepare for the World Championship in August this year.

The world competition is a team competition, and Duan Zhuo’s weakest is his team competition. Because his personal abilities are too outstanding, he is placed in the team. Sometimes many people cannot keep up with his pace, and problems are likely to occur when they cooperate.

The first day of the competition happened to be raining, but the competition would not be suspended because of the rainy day. Because it is a simulated war, it needs to be considered in any environment. However, the competition is more difficult on rainy days, which will have a greater test on the physical fitness of the contestants.

As a popular domestic team, the gyb team is the strongest among the ten teams participating in the same group, so such a game is more like their usual training.

After entering the field, Duan Zhuo took the team directly to the steel guns of the people with the strongest firepower.

Watching the game live outside the court, there were relevant competition staff and coaches of the team. Head coach of gyb looked at the team's performance inside, and smiled at the two people next to him, "Fire is in good shape recently."

Sima Cheng licked his lips, "Can he be in good condition recently? His life is very moist."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhuge Yu pointed to his right wrist and said to the coach: "Here, I'm back."

The coach understood as soon as he heard it, and shook his head with a smile: "Since ancient times, heroes have been sad about beauty. No wonder this kid has felt like he has laughed recently, and he seems to have returned to his soul."

Zhuge Yu sighed lightly: "Hey, who could have thought that the invincible fire also needs the nourishment of love."

At this moment, on the field, gyb had already killed two full formations. Duan Zhuo felt his hand and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He directly told the team members that he continued to rush forward and broke away from everyone's original plan.

The others were forced to follow, but who knew that the player who was walking in the end was attacked by a sneak attack, and the other player went to find someone, and the last two players were killed by the enemy. Fortunately, even if Duan Zhuo turned the situation around, Gyb finally won the first place when he lost two players.

After the game, the team made a post-match summary, and the coach educated Duan Zhuo's behavior: "Although you took the team to the first place today, your approach made the team lose two players. In the world competition, one more person will enter the finals, which means more hope for winning the championship. As the captain, you must consider the overall situation. They are also your shoulders, and you cannot carry everything for them."

Duan Zhuo narrowed his eyelashes, "Well, I understand."

After the end, Zhuge Yu also told Duan Zhuo privately: "You still have to cooperate with the entire team. What if something happens to them and they can't keep up."

Duan Zhuo licked his back teeth, "Today is indeed my problem."

"Oh, I've gotten you old."

In the next few days of training, the local area was rainy and the temperature difference was very large. I would get wet during off-site training. I caught a little cold after burning, but I didn’t take it seriously.

With higher intensity of training and fatigue than others, on the last morning, on the flight back to Lincheng, he felt depressed, as if he had not woken up.

Duan Zhuo got off the plane and received a message from Zhuang Jiarong, asking him to go home for lunch, and he agreed.

An hour later, Bentley drove to Yujing Tiandi Manor. Duan Zhuo returned home. Zhuang Jiarong happened to come out of the study and saw him, "Are you back?"

"Um."

Zhuang Jiarong heard his hoarse voice and walked forward: "What's wrong with you?"

Duan Zhuo sat down on the sofa, put his long legs on the coffee table, picked up an apple in the fruit tray, and took a bite: "It's okay, I'm catching a cold."

Zhuang Jiarong saw Duan Zhuo's face and said, "Your cold looks very serious? I'll ask the family doctor to come here later."

"No, just take a rest."

Men have good physical condition and basically get rid of themselves when they are sick. They rarely take medicine and basically do not go to the hospital.

Zhuang Jiarong walked to Duan Zhuo and sat down, and asked, "How are you doing with Xiaojiu recently?"

Duan Zhuo heard these two words and his dark eyes lit up slightly. He curled the corners of his mouth: "I'm chasing."

"Search seriously? No more of the same attitude as before, right?"

Duan Zhuo hummed.

Zhuang Jiarong smiled: "What's Xiaojiu's attitude?"

"I didn't agree, but I didn't resist me as much as before."

"The revolution has not been successful yet, and comrades still need to work hard. Don't lift your tail up, do you know?"

"I know Lao Zhuang." Duan Zhuo turned to look at him, "I will no longer be like before."

Zhuang Jiarong nodded with emotion.

This child has finally matured.

Duan Zhuo stood up, bite the apple, and his voice was vague: "Go upstairs to sleep."

He turned around, Zhuang Jiarong thought of something, took out his cell phone, and called a phone number-

This week, because Duan Zhuo was not around, Zhimian was finally able to write his papers at school with peace of mind.

In the past, Duan Zhuo rarely contacted her on his own training, but now, he sends messages to her every day to call her, telling her about her own competition, asking about her life at school today, good morning and good night, and asking about her well-being.

Zhimian will not take the initiative to look for him, but she will reply when she sees his message.

But gradually, her mood changed unknowingly.

It was like a habit, and she began to pay attention to it. When she woke up in the morning, she would check her phone first and what message did he send her.

On the last day, Zhimian received a message from him saying that he had returned to Lincheng and asked her to have dinner together tonight. Zhimian finished the most difficult part of the paper and was in a good mood, so he agreed.

At noon, she was having dinner in the dormitory when she suddenly received a call, which turned out to be Zhuang Jiarong.

She picked it up and said softly: "Uncle."

The other end smiled: "Xiao Jiu, what are you doing? Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, I'm eating."

"My uncle was at home this afternoon and there was nothing to do. How about coming to the house for tea? Last time during the Chinese New Year, he promised to come for tea. It's been so long."

Zhimian hasn't seen Zhuang Jiarong for a long time. He missed him a little, so he agreed: "Okay."

In fact, after Zhimian was taken home by Duan Zhuo, she had a good relationship with Zhuang Jiarong. Because of Duan Zhuo, Zhuang Jiarong loved her very much and regarded her as her own child. It was more than ten thousand times better than those relatives in the past.

In Zhimian's mind, Zhuang Jiarong gave her fatherly warmth, and he had great kindness to her. Even if he was really separated from Duan Zhuo, she would not dare to forget this kindness.
To be continued...