Xiangcheng is the capital city adjacent to Funan.

Funan and Zhonghai are both located in the middle of the motherland, and are relatively close to each other. It only takes about 90 minutes to take the high-speed train from Zhonghai.

That afternoon, a young man wearing a sun hat and a mask appeared at Zhonghai South Station.

In this country that claims to be harmonious and equal, even high-speed rail tickets are divided into three or six levels.

For example, the high-speed rail ticket from Zhonghai to Xiangcheng is priced at 198, the first-class seat is 376, and the business seat is 625.

The promising young man wearing a hat and a mask has faced a problem for many years: he has too much money and has no place to spend it.

The commission for Base No. 6, plus the annual dividends for Base No. 6, is an astronomical figure. Before Zhao Hao ascended, he asked his father to do more charity and donated 2 billion to children in poor mountainous areas. But this time he went home and checked the small treasury, and found that there were still tens of billions in his bank account.

This made Xiao Zhao very confused and had no idea how to spend more than one billion, so he made a big deal and booked a high-speed rail business seat...

After sitting down, Xiao Zhao had a lot of idol burden, fearing that he would be recognized.

Soon he secretly scolded himself for being unprofessional. Generally, business seats have one seat on the left side of the aisle and two seats on the right side of the aisle. Zhao Hao's votes are not professional, so he didn't pick the separate seat against the window on the left side of the aisle, and even didn't pick the window on the right side of the aisle. He chose a position close to the aisle.

In this way, passengers passing by the same carriage will subconsciously glance over his head.

So Zhao Hao refused to take off his mask, lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, and revealed his warm nostalgia with Bao. He had already added the other party's WeChat and even wrote down his mobile phone number. The two chatted enthusiastically. When they talked about the past, they could lead to infinite topics and endless emotions.

Zhao Hao looked down at his phone and a familiar voice came from his ear: "Please give it."

Zhao Hao looked up and saw that it was a woman wearing a business dress. She had a very dignified short-sleeved white shirt on her upper body, an exquisite and gorgeous white belt in the middle, and a black short skirt underneath. The Omega watch she wore with her left hand was black and white, just like hers.

This woman has delicate facial features and exquisite dress, but her temperament is cold, giving people a sense of rigorous and dignified déjà, and she is the meticulous and meticulous beauty.

There is no doubt that her seat is right next to the window.

It is logical that it was a romantic encounter with a beautiful woman on the train, but Zhao Hao had no time to have a romantic encounter. He pretended not to recognize the girl, moved his legs and let her sit down.

After the exquisite beauty of Ice sat down, she turned her head and said hello: "Mr. Zhao, such a coincidence."

No one knew about Mr. Zhao's expression under the mask, and his eyes almost protruded: "How did you recognize me?"

Beauty Bing actually showed a smile for the first time, the kind of beauty depicted in the book, and she smiled very charming: "You haven't changed your clothes, is it difficult to recognize you?"

The woman sitting next to him was Shen Jia, his attending physician at Nanshan Sanatorium.

Zhao Hao was defeated on the spot and said with a dark face: "Why are you here too? You are still sitting with me? Could it be that your sanatorium has accompanying services?"

"No, I'm going to Xiangcheng to attend a seminar. It was originally scheduled to go to the afternoon and I'll have to come back tomorrow morning. Thank you for your blessing, you are discharged from the hospital today, and I'm liberated, so I can stay for a few more days." Compared with the calm and serious female doctor in the studio, Shen Jia in life seems to be more friendly, as if she had changed someone else. The most obvious thing is that the faint smile on her face has never disappeared, exuding a quiet and elegant charm, like an orchid in the valley.

"Such a coincidence, you are going to Xiangcheng too?" Zhao Hao stuffed his phone into his pocket. It was a long way to go, and it was good to have a girl chatting with him on the high-speed rail.

"Are you too?" Shen Jia was a little surprised. She looked at Zhao Hao carefully, and seemed to have found some hidden attribute. She proactively suggested: "Are you uncomfortable sitting in that position? Why don't we change the position?"

Zhao Hao was so grateful that no matter what car he was, he liked to sit by the window.

This guy is sometimes a bit romantic and literary, and likes the feeling of leaning against the bed and watching everything rush by.

The two stood up and changed their seats. Passers passing by the aisle began to pay attention to Shen Jia's appearance. No one paid attention to Zhao Hao anymore. This made Zhao Hao feel like he was amnesty. After sitting down, he smiled and said, "Thank you, I'm still more comfortable sitting by the window."

Shen Jia smiled slightly: "You're welcome, I'm still your fan. It's my honor to be able to do something for my idol."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific meaning of the word "fan".

Some people on the Internet like to say to their idols, "Big, I am your fan." Such fans generally refer to fans. When Zhao Ritian was very popular, there were many such fans, some of whom were hard-core, and they even held online funerals for him, which was ridiculous.

Another type of fan is real fans, such as football fans and basketball fans.

Shen Jia's black and white eyes seemed to be able to see through Zhao Hao's thoughts. Not only did he feel uncomfortable sitting next to the aisle, but he even saw through his doubts at the moment. He explained softly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not the little fan who admires you after you defeated Xuegucheng. When you were in college, I saw you playing basketball. At that time, I was studying for a graduate school in medical school. I also joined your online fan club when I was idle."

Zhao Hao looked a little dazed, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to the past.

He won MVP in the university league, but the campus basketball game was not very popular, and even the TV station refused to broadcast it, and he did not gain many fans. Zhao Hao still remembered that someone picked up a group of 500 people and formed his fan club. The group leader id was called [Thunder Heart], and he was quite optimistic about Zhao Ritian and thought he had the potential to participate in the NBA draft.

In any case, Zhao Hao was very inspired at that time and was deeply impressed by the buddy named Thunder Heart. He once let go of his bold words. If he really succeeded in the draft, he would ask Thunder Heart to go to Las Vegas to be a big sword. Unfortunately, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Not long after, Zhao Hao entered the evolution world indiscriminately. His bold words turned into a blank check and lost contact with Thunder Heart.

After calming down, Zhao Hao smiled and said, "I really can't tell. Doctor Shen, you are watching the football too. It's quite surprising."

"I was quite surprised myself. When I was in middle school, I liked a little boy who played basketball. I was obsessed with this sport without realizing it." Shen Jia smiled, with a shallow dimples on her face, which was very charming. She seemed to be reminiscing with her old friends, and her tone was quiet and elegant: "It's a pity that I don't have athletic talent, so I can only watch other people's games. Since Yao Yao retired, I have been hoping that a new compatriot in the motherland can create a reputation in the American professional basketball team. I thought you would play in the world, but I didn't expect you to embark on another path."

"Yes, I didn't expect it myself." Zhao Hao was inspired. He wanted to be a professional basketball player, but later he was in the evolution world to kill all directions. The gap between reality and dreams is so big that it is so big that it makes people's minds unable to turn around in many cases.

"Maybe your choice is the right one." Shen Jia also expressed his feelings: "NBA is now the world of evolutionists. In the past two years, the three-point line dunks were popular. This year, many players jumped and dunks in the middle circle. There is also a new routine of throwing three-pointers across the backcourt through 20 meters. The evolution of the whole nation has deteriorated sports competition. Today's basketball games are sometimes like fighting games, and it hurts to see their brains."

Zhao Hao smiled: "Ha, that's right. But you are also too pessimistic. Any new thing will always bring about huge changes. There are still many old faces active on the court, such as James, who have evolved to the mutant level, and they claim to have to fight until they are 60 years old before they retire, which is even more cruel than the letter Luo."

Shen Jia also smiled: "If you go to the competition, you will definitely be able to retire early."

"I can't do anything. At my level, I'm just the dominant position in school. If I really want to go to the NBA, it's a problem to be a blue-collar team in the bottom team." Zhao Hao was rarely modest, which was a big truth. In his college years, he was not sure whether he had the strength to gain a foothold in the NBA.

"Being too humble is pride. I have seen many NCAA players' games. Those popular drafts may not be better than you. Back then, I firmly believed that you had the ability and might be able to make the first round pick." Shen Jia's smile was a little playful at this moment. It was really hard to imagine that she was indifferent at work and was so approachable in life.

"You even watch ncaa?" Zhao Hao was shocked and suddenly felt that chatting with this female doctor was very enjoyable. Usually, girls who like to watch football and basketball are very popular among boys. They think they are very special and easy to develop common language.

"Well, I'm watching. But I'm a data party and I can only talk about it on paper. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I always like to count all the players' data together and analyze whether they have potential." Shen Jia felt a little embarrassed when she said that, and inadvertently revealed a shy temptation.

"666, it turns out that you are still a data emperor." Zhao Hao looked at Dr. Shen in shock, with a kind of master's feelings among the people, and then he took the initiative to find a topic: "Which team do you like the most?"

"I like the Thunder. I used to be naively thinking that this talented team would definitely win the championship. But Harden left, Ibaka left, and Durant left. Now it's a problem to rush into the playoffs, and only Wei Shao is left to support him." Shen Jia's voice became lighter and lighter, and there was a kind of heartbreaking loneliness in her beautiful eyes.

Zhao Hao reexamined this female doctor who loves to watch football. Judging from her ability to casually tell the core lineup of the Thunder, it shows that this girl is not a pseudo-fan who deliberately engages in relationship with him.

Before he could speak, Shen Jia squeezed out a smile and turned into a vibrant girl: "Don't talk about those sad topics, Mr. Zhao, in fact, I wanted to ask many years ago, who is your favorite player?"

Zhao Hao thought about it carefully and replied: "I like a lot of stars. Those who have retired are Iverson and Penny. I also like Kobe. Among the active players, they only like two, one is Westbrook and the other is CP3."

Dr. Chen suddenly became like an innocent girl: "Such coincidentally, my favorite is Mr. Wei."

Zhao Hao was stunned: "It's unscientific. Don't you girls all like Curry?"

Shen Jia expressed dissatisfaction: "Who stipulates that girls must like Curry?"

Zhao Hao began to show the truth and reason: "When I was playing the game, it seemed that the whole world had become Warriors fans, and they were all splash brothers when they spoke. The girls around me were basically fascinated by cute gods like mad dogs, and I don't know what they were fascinated with."

"Well, the Warriors' business operations have been very successful in recent years and have captured many pseudo-fans around the world." Shen Jia agreed with Zhao Hao's statement very much, and then expressed her position: "I used to admire the Warriors' style of playing. Since they poached Durant and signed Cousins ​​at a bargain price, I began to hate this team."

"It's right, come and shake your hand." Zhao Hao felt that he had found a basketball soulmate and couldn't help but extend his hand of friendship.

Shen Jia cooperated very well and stretched out her soft arms to shake hands with him.

Zhao Hao clicked and then pulled back his hand, and raised his question: "I'll gossip. You are such a rational person. You should like Paul's calm and composed brother, why do you like the simple and rough Wei Shao?"

Shen Jiayan smiled: "It has something to do with my personality and work. My profession is destined to face various problems rationally and objectively. In fact, sometimes, I don't want to be rational or objective in my heart, and I prefer to pursue a kind of emotional subjective stimulation. People are like this, yearning for things they don't have, so I like Wei Shao's unreasonable playing style. No matter what opponent they meet, they are just unreasonable. Sometimes I envy his way of existence."

Zhao Hao's heart twitched for no reason, and this feeling was indescribable. It seemed like meeting a soulmate in a mountain flowing water, and it seemed like something else.

He used to like Westbrook, but the reason was similar to Shen Jia. Westbrook's style perfectly interpreted three words: Just do it!

Zhao Hao once couldn't help but indulged in that way of playing. In the campus league, there were several times when he took over the game in this way.

Happy chats will always make time pass quickly.

Before we knew it, the high-speed rail arrived at the station.

Zhao Hao calmed down and he had more important things to do.

After getting off the car, he and Shen Jia walked side by side. Before leaving, they treated their golfers in a tone: "Doctor Chen, I'll leave first, watch the game together when I have time."

"Okay." Shen Jia took out a small card from her handbag and handed it over: "This is my business card. If you feel uncomfortable, call me at any time."

"Thank you."

"Please wait a moment." Shen Jia called out to Zhao Hao who was about to turn around and leave. He hesitated for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Zhao, please forgive me for taking the liberty. I'll give you a suggestion. Your hair is a little messy. If you are going to a date, you might as well find a barber shop to take care of your hairstyle first."

"Ah?" Zhao Hao suddenly realized that when he took a selfie at noon, he found that his hair was messy and he had never taken care of it after returning to China. After receiving this considerate little suggestion from Dr. Chen, he was a little moved: "Thank you, I will pay attention."

The two met in a hurry and parted in a hurry.

Zhao Hao looked back at the stagnant train, and his heart was getting up and down.

Pu Shu has a song called "The Train to Winter".

Zhao Hao was thinking in his mind, will the high-speed train he took be heading towards spring?
Chapter completed!