Vol 2 Chapter 7: Go with the flow

The moment he saw Tang Xiaoru again, An Luo suddenly realized that even though he had been running outside for several days, in fact, Tang Xiaoru had never left him.
　　 "Perhaps this time, I should go up and give her a hug."
　　 An Luo thought to himself. But in action, he will always be a short man.
　　 "Wait for me, I'll go buy something."
　　 still the same, a cup of coffee, a chocolate mousse cake. This has become An Luo's standard in this dessert shop.
　　"Here! You must have been waiting for a long time? The traffic in Los Angeles is too heavy!"
　　"Thank you! It's okay." Tang Xiaoru took the cake, fiddled with it, then raised his head to look at An Luo: "Is it tired these days?"
　　"That’s okay! In fact, we spend half of our time on the plane, and then we spend more time training, but less time playing games. It’s just colder! Not as warm as Los Angeles."
　　 "Is Seattle fun?"
"I really don't know this. We haven't been out for shopping. After getting off the plane, we went to the hotel and then trained and played. Steve was very strict when he was away. He never allowed us to go out privately." Luo shook his head, quite regretful.
　　 "Very good!" Tang Xiaoru muttered, buried her head.
　　 "What?" An Luo put down the cup and asked, but he didn't hear clearly.
　　 "Nothing! When is the next away game?"
　　 "Uh, uh, it should be the 21st. The last few games have been on our home court."
　　 "I will go and cheer for you! With those students from CSSA."
"That's great! Let me tell you, our team is very strong now, you will certainly not be disappointed. We will definitely be able to enter the Elite Eight this year..." When it comes to basketball, An Luo is not as clumsy as usual. , The words have become more.
　　 "I don't understand this, we ~ we all go to see you play."
　　……
　　 Back to the apartment in the evening, An Luo called his old mother. After all, after a trip to a far door, I naturally wanted to report my whereabouts so that my family would not worry. This is a habit he has cultivated since childhood. Although Daddy An adopted a free-range education for An Luo, he had to let Daddy An clearly know where he was going and what he was going to do.
　　 The next day is a rare day off for An Luo. Although Alford informed that the players had only gathered for unified training the day before the game, Anlo had arranged several 6ths for Holiday to train in the training hall.
　　 They still have high demands on themselves. In fact, real professional players are very self-disciplined, whether it is diet or usual training.
　　 An Luo, still got up early. There was a class in the morning. He hadn't been to the classroom for many days, so he could only watch the recording on the Internet.
　　 After washing, he put on his jersey and sneakers, put on a basketball and earphones, turned on the music and pedometer, and started running in the morning.
　　 Although An Luo hasn't seen Los Angeles at 4 in the morning, it is beautiful at 6:30.
　　 The day has just broken, and everything on the campus looks particularly hazy, like a silver-gray veil. The campus that was still sleeping just now, in the first ray of sunlight in the morning, those buildings full of classical literature and art, great trees, artistic sculptures, old brick houses full of creepers... In an instant, they all woke up. Also awake there are countless students, many of them are running on the sports field like An Luo. Everyone is breathing fresh air and enjoying their own cozy time during exercise. Occasionally say hello to each other, smile at each other, and feel better all day.
　　 In fact, An Luo rarely goes to the sports field to run. He usually runs around the boulevards of the apartment building for a while, and then goes back to the dormitory to wash.
　　 Today, it was Tang Xiaoru who asked him to accompany him on a morning jog, saying that he wanted to lose weight. As for the fat, An Luo didn't see it anyway. But he happily accepted this suggestion. With Tang Xiaoru, he would be happy no matter what he did.
　　 More and more people greeted An Luo along the way. But most of them just say hello and pass by. After all, not on the court, everyone is the same person. What makes An Luo happy is that more and more people are able to call his name correctly, even though their pronunciation is still somewhat substandard. But for a person in a foreign country, this is already very rare. Especially in the United States, a country that seems to contain everything but is very narrow.
　　 Tang Xiaoru is wearing a blue sportswear, her hair is simply tied into a ponytail behind her head, looking very energetic.
　　 "Tangtang, are you so early?" An Luo saw Tang Xiaoru at a glance, and then ran over quickly.
　　 "You're so slow! I've been waiting for you for a while." It was still cold in the morning in Los Angeles in January. Tang Xiaoru puffed up her little face that was flushed with cold, staring at An Luo puffingly and complained. In An Luo's eyes, that appearance looked very cute.
　　 He stretched out his hands suddenly, then gently rubbed Tang Xiaoru's face a few times~EbookFREE.me~, ran away a few steps, and then stood there laughing. This sudden, slightly intimate action made Tang Xiaoru's eyes widen, which was incredible. then……
　　 "An Luo! You are going to die!"
　　 screamed and chased, and jogged. This has appeared in old movies countless times, and the young people now seem to be scumbags. It was staged again this morning. But the two people in it didn't know it.
　　 This is Anluo's happiest morning run, and it is also the worst. Because Tang Xiaoru was tired after only running two laps, but with An Luo's encouragement and help, he gritted his teeth and insisted on running two laps.
　　 "I'm so tired! Xiao Luo~ Stop running, I won't run! Run by yourself!" Then she lay on the lawn without thinking, not wanting to move. No way, An Luo could only sit aside. Despite these laps, he has just warmed up.
"Hey, it's not like that when you go shopping!" Looking at Tang Xiaoru, who was so tired, An Luo said with joy, "Come on, listen to a song for you." After speaking, An Luo pulled the headphones from his pocket. Come out, put it on Tang Xiaoru, completely ignoring the other's angry expression. Then he lay on the lawn with his head in his hands.
　　 An Luo knew his feelings very well, and he also faintly felt that Tang Xiaoru also had some different feelings for him. In the past few months, he had many opportunities to confide in Tang Xiaoru's heart, but they were almost so close. The feeling that almost came naturally, he was always afraid that his feelings were wrong.
　　 Suffering from gains and losses, everything is fine.