The Gold is Yours, You Are Mine

The two were lying on the bed, back to back, separated by the Milky Way.

Jian Changnian turned over, saw her exposed round shoulders, turned her face back again, after several times, she still couldn't help turning back again, trying to pull the quilt up for her.

The moment his hands touched the fabric, Xie Shi'an suddenly opened his eyes and turned his face with a nervous expression.

"What are you doing?"

It made her seem like an apprentice, her hand was in the air, neither holding it nor letting it go.

"No, I... I, I, I... I want to cover you with a quilt. The air conditioner in the room is turned on low. Aren't you cold?"

She flushed and hesitated.

Xie Shi'an pulled the quilt over his shoulders, wrapped himself tightly, and turned around again.

"If you're cold, turn it up a bit."

Looking at her back, Jian Chang hesitated to speak, and called her name softly, wanting to talk to her about what happened just now.

"I... am not cold, Shi'an..."

Xie Shi'an closed his eyes, his tone could not hear the waves.

"Go to bed, it's late."

Jian Changnian's outstretched hand fell down feebly, and there was a sigh in the air.

Xie Shi'an frowned with a trace of sadness.

At noon the next day, when the two of them returned to the apartment, they were called to the room by Wan Jing, and the photos were thrown in front of them.

"Where did you go last night?"

Jian Chang moved her lips, and just about to speak, Xie Shi'an glanced at the photo, without changing his expression.

"I went to the concert and we were talking at the time. It was a matter of angle."

Wan Jing knew that Jian Changnian listened to her the most, and this matter was probably her idea. The media call he received early in the morning made him so angry that his head still hurts. He knocked on the photos on the table and said.

"You ask me how to say you are good! Now the media has spread the word, and there is a lot of trouble!"

"I'll figure it out myself."

"How do you solve it?! The most important thing right now is the competition, the Olympics, do you know?!"

Facing his anger and accusations, Xie Shi'an just closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, Coach Wan."

Wan Jing paced back and forth, stopped suddenly, and moved his eyes to them, hesitating.

"You went to the concert last night, what else did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, and I couldn't get a taxi when I came back too late, so I found a hotel nearby and stayed."

"Didn't do anything beyond the bounds of being a normal friend?"

"No."

Xie Shi'an raised his head, looked into his eyes and said.

Wan Jing turned his attention to Jian Changnian again.

Jian Changnian also looked sad and shook his head.

Wan Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hand over your mobile phone, don't go on Weibo/blog for a while, and hand it over to the public relations department."

These words were directed at Xie Shi'an. As a star player, her words and deeds were subject to public scrutiny. Compared with Jian Changnian, she was under much greater pressure from public opinion in this matter.

Xie Shi'an put the phone on the table.

Wan Jing looked up at them again.

"And your access card, hand it in too."

This is what it means to let them not go anywhere except training and playing games.

Both of them put the access control cards on the table.

Wan Jing waved his hand to indicate that they could leave, but before leaving, he looked at Xie Shi'an's back and said something.

"Lao Yanke is watching you from the sky. I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do. Don't let him down."

Xie Shi'an's body stiffened slightly, and the corners of his lips tightened.

When she was out of the room, Jian Changnian looked at her walking beside her, thought twice, and spoke with difficulty.

"I'm sorry...caused you like this...I really didn't know that Zhou Mu also called you...I..."

Xie Shian stopped and looked up at her, with a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

She has never seen such an expression on her face. Whether it is on the field or in life, she is always confident and energetic.

"What happened last night was an accident. I didn't take it to heart."

In one sentence, she concluded the kiss that almost happened last night.

Jian Changnian's heart seemed to be wrinkled into a ball, and the sore feeling spread from his chest to his eye sockets.

Xie Shi'an turned his eyes away.

"Train well, the game is important."

After that, not only did their relationship not get back together, but they became even more distant.

After Zhou Mu found out, she felt very sorry and called her to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Chang Nian, I thought I would find an opportunity for you to spread this matter out, but I didn't expect..."

Jian Changnian smiled wryly.

"She doesn't have that thought. No matter what opportunity she finds, or how many times she talks, the result will be the same."

"Then you..." Zhou Mu asked cautiously and tentatively.

Jian Changnian pretended to be relaxed and smiled.

"Don't think so much, let's play the game first."

The Sudirman Cup has already started, and the Olympic Games will follow immediately. There is really no time for them to worry about the spring and autumn.

Maybe it was because she caught a cold that night. Xie Shi'an had a slight cold since she came back, her nose was stuffy, and she coughed. , Affected by the pressure of public opinion, my mood is also very depressed, even Iron Man can't stand it.

On the day of the finals, after finishing the first doubles match, she stretched out her hand to support the chair and sat down for a while, but suddenly her head became dizzy, and the whole world was spinning.

"Pick up!"

Jian Chang Nian quickly helped her up, the temperature of her palm was astonishingly hot, and her face was flushed abnormally.

Jian Changnian turned around and called the team doctor.

The team doctor took her temperature.

"38.7°, high fever, let's cool down physically first."

Xie Shi'an held an ice pack on his forehead and coughed a few times in a low voice: "I'm fine, I can still fight."

Seeing her like this, Wan Jing was also anxious, but fortunately, he had already played two matches in the team competition, winning both the men's singles and women's doubles, and as long as he won another game in the mixed doubles and men's doubles, the following matches would be over. No need to fight anymore, just lock the championship directly.

"Play whatever you want, rest, there are still two games to come, as long as you win one game, maybe you won't need to play, I often miss you here to accompany her, and go to the hospital immediately after waiting."

Wan Jing had to keep an eye on the game on the court.

Jian Changnian nodded, with distressed eyes, squatting beside her, took out his own cup and poured water for her.

"Here, it's warm."

Xie Shi'an shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to drink.

Jian Changnian was a little reluctant, and handed the lid of the cup to her lips: "The team doctor said, drink plenty of water, the fever will go down quickly."

Because of the team competition, Gao Jian was also on the field, looking at this side from a distance across several human walls.

His teammate patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you thinking about? You're so engrossed. Now that you've warmed up, it's up to us for the next game."

Gao Jian came back to his senses and picked up the racket.

"it is good."

In the third mixed doubles match, the Chinese team lost 1-2 to the South Korean team. Lu Xiaoting walked back dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, Coach Wan, I'm sorry, Sister An, if I win, I can directly win the championship."

Wan Jing patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, the next game will be up to Gao Jian."

Xie Shi'an also nodded slightly at her to indicate that it was all right.

The radio in the arena blared.

Gao Jian and his partner were about to go on stage, Lu Xiaoting went over and patted him: "Brother, you are fine, you, if we win this round, we will be the champion directly."

"Don't worry, one of your senior brothers is worth two."

Gao Jian smiled and took the racket to the field. The moment he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes became dark.

Heh, it's not that easy to win the championship.

Off the field, Wan Jing stood with the coach of the men's team to watch the game, and he was full of praise.

"Gao Jian is really good. He is the hope of your men's singles. Give him some more time. The future is limitless."

"Hey, this kid is just like that. Compared with Xie Shi'an, he is far behind. Although he has no talent, he is more practical and hardworking. Others practice for two hours, and he practices for four hours. Isn't there a saying that hard work can make up for one's weakness? , the stupid bird flies first."

Although the coach of the men's team said that he had no talent, it could be seen that he still had high hopes for him.

"Gao Jian has not been home for more than two years in order to prepare for the Sudirman Cup and the Olympics. It should be no problem to play against the Korean team, so you can relax."

The two sides drew 1:1 in the first two rounds, and the game entered the decisive round. Gao Jian performed well and scored consecutive points to grab the game point first, but the South Korean team also started to exert their strength in the second half, slowly overtaking the score, 20:19 Come to match point.

In the key point of the last ball, the Chinese team made a major mistake. Gao Jian’s partner who was defending in the frontcourt accidentally fell down. It landed!"

The ball landed in the midfield, not far from him. If he sprinted with all his strength, he could shovel it.

In the blink of an eye, Gao Jian made a small step back, and then stretched his arms and rushed over.

The ball landed within a centimeter of his racket.

The audience was in an uproar.

The scoreboard lights up.

The members of the Chinese team were disappointed.

There was a burst of cheers from the South Korean team, and they even started to prepare the national flag to celebrate winning the championship.

The two walked back with the racket, Gao Jian's eyes were red, he buried his head deeply, and blamed himself.

"Sorry, two coaches, I was a little nervous, my hands were sweaty, and I made a mistake."

On the field, the focus was on appeasement, the result was already like this, what can the coaches say, the most urgent thing is to prepare for the next game, but Wan Jing looked around and looked at each other in blank dismay.

There is only one women's singles game left. The Korean team sent Jin Nanzhi, and the Chinese team was originally scheduled to play Xie Shi'an, but now she has a high fever and is not in good condition.

Jian Changnian clenched the racket and was about to stand up.

Xie Shi'an grabbed her arm.

"You can't beat her."

"That can't be...you can't compete like this!" Jian Changnian was worried about her body, and her eyes were red.

Wan Jing also said.

"Let Chang Nian go up and try. We will try our best to make it work. Your body is the most important thing."

His teammates stood by and echoed, and Gao Jian also said.

"It's all my fault that I didn't win. If I win, Sister An won't have to play. Alas, it's also my fault. Why are you sick at this time? Although you are the ceiling of women's singles, your opponent is Jin Nanzhi after all, but It's just a game, just come back next year, it doesn't matter how important your body is."

His comforting words sounded so harsh, they were full of cynicism.

Jian Changnian stood up abruptly, furious.

"you-"

Xie Shi'an pulled the corners of his lips slightly, with a half-smile, grabbed her wrist, stood up too, threw the coat on the chair on the shoulder, picked up the racket, and knocked her away.

"Don't you want to see and see? I'll give you a chance to watch and learn."

"Sister An is willing to show her hand, so I naturally wish for it."

Gao Jian was knocked back a step, with a smile still on his face, but he thought viciously in his heart: "Based on your current state, how can you win?"

Jian Changnian chased after her and grabbed her arm: "Shi'an, Shi'an, let me come to this game, okay? I swear I will win, definitely..."

Cameras set up on the sidelines.

The tsunami audience.

On the opposite side, the national flag was hung up and the South Korean team was already celebrating.

And what Gao Jian said just now.

Without a trace of nostalgia, Xie Shi'an pulled her hand off his arm, turned around and walked towards the arena.

"Don't talk about it, I must win this game."

This game Jian Changnian watched thrillingly off the court, more nervous than on the court, her fingers tightly clenched the corners of her clothes, and her brow was sweating.

Lu Xiaoting comforted her by the side.

"Don't worry, sister An should be fine, she has already won the next round."

Jian Changnian stared intently at the red figure on the field, bit her lip, and didn't look back.

"You don't know, they have played against each other many times, and none of them was easy. Shi'an is improving, and Jin Nanzhi is also improving, not to mention that she is still playing sick."

Of course Lu Xiaoting also knows that the battle between the world's second and the world's third is not easy, but all they can do now is pray for Xie Shi'an.

Since Xie Shi'an came on the field, he had no intention of procrastinating with her. He kept killing her frequently, wanting to make a quick victory. In the second game, Jin Nanzhi found a few opportunities and slowly chased the score back. , the two parties have been very stalemate.

15:15

17:17

19:19

…

Every minute of standing on the field seemed extremely long. She could hear her heavy panting/breathing, her head burst into pain, and her vision began to blur.

Xie Shi'an bit the tip of her tongue, her mouth was filled with the smell of rust, to keep herself sane, she didn't even dare to look at the scoreboard, she had to concentrate all her attention on the flying shuttlecock.

"Beautiful! 20:19! Xie Shi'an scored another point!"

"Xie Shi'an continues to attack. Whether she can turn the tide and help the building to collapse depends on this last ball!" [1]

The white meteor is burning gorgeously, and it will shine brightly at the moment when it is destined to fall.

The moment the scoreboard lights up.

The audience cheered and shook the sky.

The referee blew the whistle, and the commentator also said excitedly.

"From a rookie player to the current mainstay of the national team, Xie Shi'an has come step by step, always using her strength to support the team at critical moments."

"Let us congratulate the Chinese team for beating South Korea 3:2 and winning the 2016 Sudirman Cup championship!"

"You—you can always trust Xie Shi'an!"

Won.

Xie Shi'an's heart suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile. The numbers on the scoreboard became double images, and his whole body lost all strength. The racket fell to the ground with a clang, and fell forward.

"Pick up!"

There was a cry from the backcourt.

Jian Changnian pushed the person in front of her away, crossed the sky with her hands on the guardrail, and rushed to her side with a stride, her eyes were red when she turned her head: "Call the team doctor!"

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Xie Shi'an woke up in the hospital, the sun had just set, and the orange light was cast on the big white wall, and she was the only one in the room.

She moved a little, but it wasn't her head that hurt, but her right leg, which hurt like a big stone.

Xie Shi'an panted slightly, and propped up his upper body with all his strength, and lifted the quilt to see that his right leg was wrapped in a plaster cast.

She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that her old injury had recurred.

Faint voices came from the door, she pulled out the infusion needle on the back of her hand, and staggered out of bed.

"Doctor, how is Shi An?"

"Pneumonia caused by a cold is a small problem. Antibiotics have already been put on. If you stay in bed for a few days, pay attention to your diet and keep a happy mood, there should be no major problems."

"It's just..." The doctor's expression hesitated.

Wan Jing said anxiously: "What time is it? Don't be a fool. Just tell me what happened to her injury!"

The doctor sighed.

"Playing ball all the year round, the pressure on the knees is greater than that of ordinary people. The meniscus was already worn out when I was injured before. This time when the film came out, it was completely broken."

"There is no meniscus for cushioning. Every time she runs and jumps, her bones are grinding her bones, and the pain is unbearable."

When Jian Changnian heard this, her eyes turned red instantly, she grabbed the doctor's sleeve and begged.

"Then there is no cure? This is not a terminal illness..."

The doctor glanced at her and sighed too.

"It's not a terminal illness, but to a certain extent, it's an incurable disease. Now that the meniscus has been damaged to such an extent, suturing is no longer meaningful. The patient's cruciate ligament is also sprained, and the joints are full of fluid. The best way Or replace it with an artificial knee as soon as possible."

Hearing what he said, Wan Jing grabbed the old professor's hand and said earnestly.

"No matter how much money you spend, or what method you use, I beg you to cure her. She is still young and has a long career. She still has to win glory for the country, so she can't just stop here!"

"Of course I will do my best, but... the operation can be done, and the recovery period of half a year or more, can she afford to wait?"

With all the efforts and calculations, there is only one month before the opening of the Rio Olympics.

After saying a word, both of them froze in place.

Tears quickly piled up in Jian Changnian's eyes, feeling distressed and remorseful beyond measure.

The old professor said again.

"Besides, as long as it is an operation, there are risks. The artificial knee is a prosthesis after all, and it is inevitable that there will be rejection. Postoperative infection, deep vein thrombosis, loosening and wear of the prosthesis may require a new one every few years. Yes, they are all problems that will be faced, and whether it can be restored to the previous state is another matter.”

Jian Changnian took a step back in disbelief.

The door creaked softly, Xie Shi'an stood weakly holding the door frame, his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"Coach, I'm not going to have surgery, I'm going to... to participate in the Olympics."