Black melancholy and red pain cannot escape your eyes.
The blue heart and the words in my heart cannot be turned away from the palm of your hand.
—Xiong Tianping, "Telepathy"
Several students were lying on their desks, bored out of their minds. They should have gone to practice, but it was the hottest time of the afternoon, so they might as well go to the classroom to cool off.
A long-haired girl came over cautiously and placed a pink letter in front of Luo Yilin: "This is something Ma Xiaofeng asked me to deliver." Luo Yilin said without even raising his eyebrows: "Take it away." The girl blushed and stammered: "You, can you take a look at it?"
Luo Yilin flicked his index finger, and the innocent love letter fell to the ground. He stood up and walked out with dragging steps, and the students hurriedly followed. Ma Xiaofeng hid under the window on the side of the corridor and eavesdropped. When he saw a group of people coming out, he felt embarrassed and ran away. The students behind Luo Yilin walked away and turned back to laugh: "Nymphomaniac."
It was during the break in training, and many female students in the corridor were leaning on the window railings and looking out. Luo Yilin frowned: "What are they looking at?" A student sneered: "The shooting team is playing basketball, and they are all looking at handsome guys." Luo Yilin curled his lips in disdain, and suddenly heard the girls shouting excitedly: "Teacher Bai scored a goal, a three-pointer, so handsome! Come on, Teacher Bai!"
The students were laughing and were about to say it was boring, but they saw that Luo Yilin had disappeared.
Bai Jiming didn't want to go out to play ball at first as the weather was a bit stuffy, but he couldn't resist the students from the shooting team's nagging, so he had to change his clothes and go out.
When Luo Yilin squeezed in the crowd and saw Bai Jiming, he was just stepping on the ground and jumping up, shooting calmly. The basketball drew a perfect arc in the air and hit the target. It was another beautiful three-pointer, causing the girls around him to scream.
Bai Jiming received some systematic training in high school and was the captain of the basketball team in college. He was good at positioning, assisting defense, passing and cutting in an orderly manner. He was a very gentle person in normal times, but he played fiercely and ran fast on the court, refusing to give in at all. He caught the ball, passed it, twisted his body and shot, with a flexible posture and clean movements.
Luo Yilin watched him dashing around and dribbling past opponents, unable to take his eyes off him. Until he hooked his wrist and the basketball bounced off the backboard and went into the basket, winning the first half by 8 points.
Bai Jiming walked to the sidelines, whispered a few words to another male teacher, took the bottle of purified water and raised his head to drink. His throat rolled up and down, and the sweat on his face dripped down to his collarbone and disappeared under his clothes. Seeing this, Luo Yilin's mouth was dry and his eyes were dizzy. After a long while, he calmed down and realized that Bai Jiming had left early.
Luo Yilin cursed inwardly, "Damn it." He felt upset in his heart, but his body was hot and uncomfortable. He tried to hold it in for a long time but couldn't bear it anymore. He went back to the dormitory to get the towel and decided to take a cold shower in the school bathroom.
The school bathroom is open 24 hours a day, for the convenience of the coaches and students who are doing morning and night training. It should be training time, and there is no one in the locker room. Luo Yilin randomly finds a small compartment for clothes, strips himself naked, and walks into the bathroom with a bath towel.
There was a sound of water splashing from inside, and the steam had not yet risen. The thin figure could be clearly seen under the only turned shower head.