Bian Nan wanted to call Bian Xinyu several times to ask her what was going on, but after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't call him. His relationship with Bian Xinyu was really not something that could be calm and call him.

The reason why she secretly ran to the hotel to apply for a job made Bian Nan very upset. Qiu Yi was his friend, and the whole family knew that Bian Xinyu liked Qiu Yi. Now she suddenly took the initiative to go to the hotel where Qiu Yi worked. Bian Nan really didn't know what the family would react.

He didn't dare to tell his dad any more.

The afternoon training was not too busy. There were a few girls in this class who were not very talkative and only practiced the ball with their heads. Bian Nan just needed to feed them the ball and train them according to Gu Wei's request.

However, after practicing for a while, the second son of the General Manager Luo family came again before resting. As soon as he arrived, he ran to Biannan and his place and sat down next to Biannan.

Bian Nan glanced at him and said nothing.

The second son of the General Manager Luo family is Luo Yiyang. Bian Nan asked about it. Luo Yiyang is two years older than him and is in his sophomore year. As long as the holiday is over, he will basically spend his time on Zhanfei's court.

Bian Nan always felt that he was just squeaking his beard. This man was five or six years older than him, but his beard was shaved off these two days, and it was obvious that he was not old.

"Are you resting?" Luo Yiyang asked.

"Yeah." Bian Nan responded.

"Go over there," Luo Yiyang pointed to the empty court next door, "played two games with me."

"I'm tired," Bian Nan didn't move. Luo Yiyang's level was not very good. Bian Nan had played with him twice before, and the fight was really boring, "I don't want to move."

"Don't dare?" Luo Yiyang stood up.

"What's the matter not to dare? Have you won me?" Bian Nan said. Luo Yiyang is a little terrible. He looked very arrogant. He knew that this was not the case after several contacts. Bian Nan talked to him more casually. "You can't win even if you backhand."

"Tsk," Luo Yiyang was very disdainful, "Then let me backhand."

"Hey..." Bian Nan sighed, stood up and took the beat, "I only need ten minutes, I will have to practice here later."

"I know." Luo Yiyang turned around and walked over there.

There is no suspense at all. Luo Yiyang's level is considered good among ordinary people, but in front of Bian Nan, he really only has the ability to follow the ball.

Ten minutes later, he carried the slap on his shoulder: "Okay, don't hit it."

"Yes." Bian Nan turned his head and prepared to go back there to continue practicing with the little girl.

"Hey, I said," Luo Yiyang called him, "You are from the Sports School, aren't you?"

"Yes." Bian Nan replied.

"Why don't you continue playing so well? Next to our school is the sports school. I feel that those who play tennis are not as good as you." Luo Yiyang said.

Bian Nan was speechless. He didn't have long been here for internship. This was the third time that someone had asked about this question. Shi Jiang asked, Gu Wei asked, and now Luo Yiyang asked.

Why don't you continue to fight if you're so good?

Looking back at his game, it's really good. If he keeps playing, he should develop. However, although he doesn't know what he likes, he knows that he doesn't like tennis.

"I don't like tennis." Bian Nan muffled.

"Then why are you learning tennis?" Luo Yiyang asked.

Bian Nan looked back at him: "I don't know."

"Sad," Luo Yiyang said, "sad."

Bian Nan looked at him with a deep sorrow and joy: "Are you going to write a poem or an article?"

"Life has no direction, so sad." Luo Yiyang looked at him.

"Fuck," Bian Nan tsk, "Who said I have no direction?"

Maybe he didn't think about it in the long run, but he has a goal for the time being.

As a head coach like Shi Jiang.

Gu Wei was very satisfied with him. Every time he finished his training, he would come over and pat him on the shoulder: "The young man is smart and motivated, he is better than..."

"It's much better than your assistant coach before." Bian Nan said for him.

"That's right," Gu Wei said with a smile, "Will you go home later? Why don't you go home and have a drink?"

"I have to go home, I told my dad to go home for dinner." When Bian Nan thought of going home, he remembered Bian Xinyu's rebellious princess again, and felt depressed.

"Then another day, you're here every day anyway." Gu Wei smiled.

"Okay." Bian Nan also bared his teeth and laughed.

The internship salary is very small, less than half of the official new employee. This less than 2,000 yuan is almost the same as having no money in Bian Nan's eyes. When he went to school, he spent more than that little pocket money, but Qiu Yi said that his family of three basically spent so much in a month.

So Bian Nan planned to see if he could survive by spending only his salary every month. Now when he gets home from get off work, he always squeezes into the subway. He has to take a taxi when he goes out to buy some snacks.

It felt really uncomfortable to squeeze in the subway during rush hour. He was holding a leather bag from behind his waist. In front of him was a big sister who kept turning 180 degrees. She turned four times at a time, but she couldn't find a suitable standing position because the hair was flying with static electricity on Bian Nan's face.

"Sister," Bian Nan couldn't stand it anymore, "Can you tie your hair up?"

"What?" The eldest sister looked at him in surprise.

"I don't want to eat your hair anymore." Bian Nan said helplessly.

The eldest sister was stunned for a moment, quickly grabbed her hair and looked at it, touched it again, and then she touched a rubber band from her pocket and tied her hair up.

Bian Nan just breathed a sigh of relief. When the subway arrived at the station, the people around him instantly began to move towards the door. Bian Nan was not experienced enough and stood too close to the door. He was directly wrapped in a crowd and threw it onto the platform without any chance of struggle.

"Fuck!" Bian Nan was stunned for a moment. When he wanted to turn around and squeeze into the car, the car was already full of people.

He didn't know how to squeeze into the car again, and waited behind the crowd of people who were about to get in, and the car drove away.

"Hey!" Bian Nan watched the car drive into the tunnel, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

I was depressed. The cell phone in my pocket rang. He took it out, Qiu Dabao.

"Hey!" he answered the phone.

"I was so angry that I was scared." Qiu Yi smiled over there.

"You're off work?" Bian Nan asked, and he felt much more relieved when he heard Qiu Yi's voice.

"What time is off? I'm about to start working. Dinner time is up. I'll call you while I'm here," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "Where are you?"

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"It's squeezed, do you think you're taking a taxi? You have to grab a taxi during peak hours. How can you, an athlete, not squeeze in?" Qiu Yi laughed for a long time.

"So many people..." Bian Nan was very angry, "There are still little girls, no one will squeeze half of them in a while, right?"

"You can't just shout," Qiu Yi said in his tone, "Who is the fuck touching my butt!"

"Fuck, you are so shameless." Bian Nan laughed.

"Push it slowly, you'll have experience in the future," Qiu Yi stopped, as if smoking, "When you go home, remember to tell your dad about Bian Xinyu."

"Hey, I know, you just call me to say this?" Bian Nan leaned against the pillar next to him.

"I'm afraid you won't say it." Qiu Yi said.

Bian Nan didn't say anything, he really didn't want to say it.

"I'll tell you," Qiu Yi saw that he didn't say anything, "You must say this before your father and aunt know about it, otherwise we will become accomplices. If your father is angry, you will join you. Do you understand?"

"...Hey, I understand." Bian Nan sighed. Qiu Yi thought more about everything than him.

When the next train arrived, Bian Nan quickly squeezed into the crowd and rushed forward like a fight. After being caught in the crowd, he became much more relaxed and was still wrapped in the crowd and rolled into the carriage.

He squeezed in the middle again in case the next stop was taken to the platform again.

When he finally arrived at the station and came out of the subway, he felt that his clothes were squeezing around.

When I got home, the nanny was busy in the kitchen. My dad and aunt were talking in the living room, while Hao sat while watching TV.

"What's wrong? Why did the clothes be torn?" The aunt stood up as soon as she saw him.

"Ah?" Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his head and found that a hole had been torn on the sleeve of his coat. Perhaps someone's bag or something was hooked. He sighed, "I came back from the subway."

"...Isn't this asking for fatigue?" My dad sighed.

"Isn't it like Xinyu insisting on going to work?" Bian Hao sighed.

Bian Nan was a little surprised that Bian Hao didn't choke him today, but this reminded him that he had to talk about Bian Xinyu to his father, so he bit the bullet and said, "Dad, I have something to tell you."

My dad followed him upstairs and into his house.

"Have Bian Xinyu been back?" He glanced at the door of Bian Xinyu diagonally opposite him and was closed.

"I said I was going to go shopping with my classmates. What's wrong?" My dad was immediately a little nervous when he heard Bian Xinyu's name.

"That...just, Qiu Yi called me," Bian Nan scratched his head, "I said that I saw her in the hotel. She applied for the job by herself. The store was recruiting people, and she was going to ask for it."

"What?" The father was stunned, "Is this kid crazy?"

"I don't know...Dad..." Bian Nan didn't know how to proceed.

"Okay, I understand," Dad patted his shoulder, "I'll talk to her, alas..."

Bian Nan felt that it was wise for his father to choose to talk to Bian Xinyu after dinner. Bian Nan could hear Bian Xinyu's angry crying even when he stayed in his room.

If I had talked before the meal, I wouldn't have eaten this meal.

However, this conversation seemed to be of little use. My father and aunt Bian Hao joined forces and failed to make Bian Xinyu compromise.

After the downstairs became quiet, Bian Nan gently opened the door and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some juice.
To be continued...