OneDollarLoon
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Before Shane could even turn, movement surged behind him.
“Three, two, one—”
Then it hit.
A burst of confetti rained down over his head, sudden and bright, like a miniature snowstorm exploding out of nowhere. Shane instinctively ducked, shoulders hunching as the pieces caught in his hair, his helmet, his shoulders.
Laughter broke out.
And then they were there.
All of them.
Voyageurs players closed in from every direction, forming a loose, uneven circle that tightened fast, until Shane was right in the middle of it. Gloves thudded against pads. Someone’s arm hooked around his neck. Someone else smacked the back of his helmet.
“Capitaine.”
JJ’s voice again, somewhere inside the pile. Lower than usual, but clear.
“If we had to choose again,” he said, “we’d still pick you.”
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- Part 4 of Heated on ice
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“Capitaine！如果我们回到过去再选一次，”JJ的声音从人堆里冒出来，比平时低了半个调，却格外清晰，“我们肯定还选你。”
周围的嘈杂忽然安静了一瞬。Shane被挤得几乎站不稳，彩带碎片从眼前飘过，他看见JJ那双认真的眼睛正从护目镜上方盯着他。他犹豫了一下，嘴唇动了动，像是在咀嚼这句话的分量。过了好几秒，久到有人开始不安地挪动，他才终于开口，声音不大，但每个人都听见了：“好……？我也许会接受吧。”
大家听到后笑了起来，肩膀撞着肩膀，护具咯吱咯吱地响，像是某种只有他们自己才懂的暗号。不知是谁先起了个头，大家开始轻声喊起“Hollander”，那声音起初低低的，像冰面下的暗涌，然后越来越整齐、越来越响亮，最后汇成一片齐声的呐喊：“Hollander！Hollander！”
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- Part 3 of 冰场对决
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Ilya 知道今年新来的球员Mike 有点烦人，但是他是真的想到会有人这么烦人。
或者说：
新人无意间撞破了Shane 和Ilya 的关系并且说了些崆峒的话，Ilya 还没来的及反应就看到Shane 一拳抡上去了。
Shane：准备好怎么死了吗？
新人：啊？可以不准备好吗？
Shane：可以，那就直接死吧。 -
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- Part 3 of Heated on ice
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Ilya 觉得他要么醉了，要么疯了，要么醉了加疯了
否则根本无法解释那个此刻本应被困在蒙特利尔、被无数记者和麻烦层层包围的人，怎么会像提着一个马桶搋子出现在波士顿棕熊队的更衣室门口。
他用力眨了眨眼，试图驱散这过于逼真的幻影。但影子没有消失。Shane就真切地站在那里，脸上的小雀斑在更衣室明亮的顶光下如同天上的繁星一样那么可爱，那双温暖的棕色眼睛正紧紧攫住他，里面有太多他一时无法解读的情绪——担忧？决绝？还是别的什么？
更衣室里的其他人仿佛集体石化。Marlow还僵在原处，嘴巴张得能塞进一个冰球，表情愚蠢得令人难忘。时间如同冻结的湖面。只有Shane在动。他轻轻放下那把荒谬的马桶搋子，让它斜倚在门框边，然后，他目不斜视地穿过更衣室里凝固的空气和一道道惊愕的视线，径直走到了Ilya面前，毫不犹豫地蹲了下来。
“Ilya。” Shane又叫了他一声，这次声音更清晰，也更轻，却像一把精准的钥匙，“咔哒”一声，撬开了Ilya被酒精和整夜焦虑锈蚀封锁的感官。