10 p.m.

Song Shiling, whose head was wrapped in gauze, sat in a taxi back to the dormitory with Jiang Chuan and Lin Zichen.

The atmosphere in the carriage was heavy, and no one spoke. The only sound was the radio that the driver turned on.

Inside is the news about the World Judo Championship Finals, Japan's Chieko Kane finally won the championship.

"It's a shame that I'm too busy with work today to watch the live broadcast. However, I knew that it was impossible for Chinese player Yang Ling to win against Miss Zhizi. The driver cheered excitedly and showed off to Lin Zichen who was sitting in the passenger seat in Japanese.

Lin Zichen turned his head sideways, looked at the surprised driver fixedly, and replied to him with a standard Japanese sentence: "It's noisy, drive your car quietly!"

Along the way, Jiang Chuan, who was sitting in the back row, turned his head to look at Song Shiling beside him several times, wanting to have some verbal communication with her. But every time she cleverly avoided his sincere gaze — either looking out the window or looking down on her phone.

All in all, Song Shiling doesn't want to see him now, and she doesn't want to talk to anyone.

Jiang Chuan sighed heavily, he initially thought that Song Shiling chose to be autistic because of losing the game, until a year later, he learned that the girl next to him had been threatened by Japanese coach Jingzo before the game.

Lin Zichen also turned back to peek at Song Shiling from time to time. The text message ringtone on his mobile phone suddenly rang, and he had to turn around and turn on his phone.

- You have to thank your team for giving up the chance to win the championship so that you don't lose your coaching career. Jing San.

Lin Zichen's heart trembled, and the hand holding the mobile phone trembled wildly unobeyed. Jing San's triumphant face immediately appeared in his mind, as well as Jin Qianzhizi's disdainful expression.

The car had arrived outside the dormitory door, and no matter how the two people who got out of the car in the back called Lin Zichen, he had been sitting in the passenger seat for a long time and did not get out of the car.

Rewind the clock to two days before the finals. That night, Song Shiling, who returned to the team, couldn't sleep because of Wu Yu's sentence "Be my bodyguard".

Xu Xialan, a teammate who was in light sleep, heard the repeated movement of turning over, and immediately turned on the night light.

"Did it disturb you?" Song Shiling saw Xu Xialan sitting up with a resentful face on the bed, and realized that she was moving too much.

The teammates got out of bed and sat on the edge of Song Shiling's bed: "What's the matter? "

Song Shiling held her breath, really admiring Xia Lan's super insight. Just when she was still hesitating whether to say what was on her mind, Xu Xialan immediately gave her a tranquilizer: "Don't be afraid, I won't say it." "

After a while, Song Shiling picked up the previous words: "Actually, I'm a little moved. But I'm afraid that if I become his bodyguard, I won't be able to participate in the national competition. Moreover... The coach wouldn't approve of me being a bodyguard. "

Her teammates understood her worries, and such a difficult choice between the two parties did make it difficult for Song Shiling.

"Did the big star say when he would reply?" asked Xu Xialan.

Song Shiling was stunned for a moment, scratched her head and thought about it for a long time: "No." "

When Xu Xialan heard this, she laughed on the spot: "Why are you still so confused? In this way, you can organize your language and wait for the next meeting to reject him or agree to him and ask him for a reasonable reason. "

After speaking, the teammate got up and went back to the bed to lie down again, and turned off the light. However, Song Shiling was still sitting on the bed, full of thoughts.

......

The day before the finals, Song Shiling and Jiang Chuan came to the training room early to practice.

It didn't take long for Jingsan to lead the team into the team and occupy most of the venue.

"Hey! It's not your training time yet. Jiang Chuan was on fire.

Jin Qianzhizi, whose arrogant temperament was exposed, gradually approached Song Shiling, and Jiang Chuan subconsciously protected his friend behind him.

"Is it wrong for everyone to want to spend more time practicing?" said Jin Qianzhizi with a complicated smile.

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Little cabbage." No matter how much you practice today, you won't be able to beat Yang Ling. "

Jin Qianzhizi's face sank, pushed Jiang Chuan away and pointed at Song Shiling: "It's just her, a violent maniac who beat my sister into the hospital in the cafeteria, it's still far away!"

What are you talking about? Song Shiling, the Japanese player's awkward Mandarin, not only did not understand, but also wanted to laugh a little.

It's just a slight hook at the corner of his mouth and a shallow smile, but it was over-amplified by Jin Qianzhizi and misunderstood.

"What do you mean!" she roared at Song Shiling, her hand raised in mid-air to make a gesture of slapping.

Jing San immediately dragged her back to the team to calm the situation.

The nervous Jiang Chuan and Song Shiling didn't have time to explain to Jing San, but the Japanese coach looked at the two with sincere expressions and a gentle tone: "It's my team members who don't know the etiquette and make you ugly." By the way, Yang Ling, Coach Lin sent me a message saying that you should wait for him in the training room in Building B at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. "

At first, she wondered how the coach suddenly got along with Jingzo, and then remembered the cafeteria fight, presumably the two broke the barrier in order to find out the truth of the matter.

It seems that she really needs to take the time to thank the two coaches. If it weren't for them, Song Shiling might have returned to P City to work as a runner in a dumpling shop.

......

The next morning at 6 o'clock sharp.

There are 14 hours left until the start of the final.

Song Shiling came to the training room in Building B for an appointment. She gently pushed open the door, stood at the door and poked her head in—there was only Jing San inside, not Lin Zichen.

When she realized that something was wrong and turned around to leave, Jin Qianzhizi jumped out of nowhere, kicked her unsuspecting self into the training room and locked the door.

"It's really stupid!" Jing San said viciously by holding Song Shiling's neck.

Song Shiling got out flexibly and stood up immediately: "You are not worthy of being a coach." "

After a while, the two began to fight. Song Shiling's pace was amazingly fast, and Jing San, who was a little physically exhausted after four rounds, still couldn't crack her tricks. When Song Shiling finally used her usual trick of back falling, Jing San saw the opportunity and punched her in the lower abdomen.

The pain struck, and Song Shiling, who couldn't stand on her feet, knelt in front of Jing San and gritted her teeth: "What do you want to do before you want to give up!"

Annoyed and angry, Jingzo pinched her chin and threatened, "If you want me to stop, then you should think about making a choice... Either win the branch and let Lin Zichen get out of the judo world and become a coach again. Either choose to abstain and keep Lin Zichen's job! Tonight, I am very much looking forward to your performance. "

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked her to the side and strode away with a smug expression.

Song Shiling, who was lying on the ground and did not move, stared at the ceiling with dull eyes. Tears welled up in an instant, and heartbreaking cries echoed through the empty training room.

......

At 8 p.m., the blood-pumping judo final is about to begin.

Wu Yu, who was sitting in the audience, and the two coaches in the coaching area were looking forward to Song Shiling's special performance tonight.

During the contestants' appearance, Kim Chieko confidently came on stage and waved enthusiastically to the fans in the audience. However, after five minutes of waiting, Song Shiling walked slowly onto the stage.

The competition has officially begun.

Jin Qianzhizi attacked in the first round, and Song Shiling only cared about dodging.

"What are you doing, you could have fought back..."Jiang Chuan, who was preparing for the competition in the player area, said to himself anxiously when he saw Song Shiling's behavior of not attacking and defending.

It's really unusual! It can combine two options. Seeing the flaw, Jingsan showed a meaningful smile.

......

Enter the end of the game.

Jin Qianzhizi, who found that the players were not interested, repeatedly spoke wildly, wanting to use the agitation method to let the opponent play his true strength and fight with him seriously.

Song Shiling clenched her fists and planned to fight back. However, her mind returned to the scene of Jingsan's threat, forcing her to give up her resistance.

Then, she was kicked in the head by Jin Qianzhizi, who jumped in the air, and fell to the ground instantly.

The atmosphere freezes.

The expressions of the spectators were different. Amazed, blindsided, worried, and sad.

The whistle blew, and the referee announced that Kim Chieda had become the women's champion of the World Judo Championships.

The teammates and Jingsan happily ran up to the stage and hugged Kim Chie-chiko for a carnival, completely indifferent to the opponent who was lying on the ground and couldn't move.

Lin Zichen hurriedly stepped onto the stage to help Song Shiling sit down.

"What the hell is going on with you!" Lin Zichen, who witnessed Song Shiling's bleeding on his forehead, felt like a knife.

With blurred teary eyes, she bowed her head and said nothing, and suddenly fell into the arms of the coach in the dark.

When he woke up again, he was lying in a hospital bed, his head wrapped in several layers of gauze by the nurse.