I will achieve a-ling! Wen yuan and jin ling

Conformity
Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling Ship

“It seems like Coach is in a bad mood today,” Lan Jingyi said, vigorously stretching his limbs.
The handsome young man with dark hair and matching eyes he addressed didn't respond. Jingyi, following his gaze, chuckled. His best friend, Lan Sizhui, kept a close eye on the lithe young man warming up nearby; though he was younger than them, he was a key member of the team, playing center midfield.
"Still hoping for reciprocity?" Lan Jingyi said, slightly mockingly.
These words finally made Lan Sizhui turn his fiery gaze away from the handsome youth and turn to his childhood friend.

• You'll see, Jingyi, A-Ling will definitely be with me.
  "Have you forgotten about his uncle? Remember how he came to the last match? Back then, Jin Ling was pushed by a big guy from the opposing team. I can still see it in my mind: Mr. Jiang jumped up and yelled at the whole stadium, 'I'll break your legs!' He has a really great voice! You can tell right away: he's really protective of his nephew."
  “But his mother is kind,” Lan Sizhui noted. “I went to see her after training once, when I sprained my ankle.”
  "In any case, take your time. A-Ling is our golden boy; he requires a special approach," Lan Jingyi advised, then, clapping Lan Sizhui on the back, began to squat.

The team captain sighed and, after taking another look at Jin Ling, headed towards Coach Sun to find out the plan for today's training.