After Jiang Xing came on the field, his mobile phone shook several times. Lin Qingyu unlocked and glanced at it. It was a group message from their class:
[@江醒 Which class is the boy who spoke with you just now? He has a good temperament, and his eyes look good. Can I let him take off a mask? I want to use a magnifying glass to see. 】
[I think he is not from our school, otherwise it is impossible to escape my eyes that are good at discovering beauty. 】
[Should be Jiang Xing's brother? I think he is bringing food to Jiang Xing. 】
[It makes sense, the genes of male gods are all similar. 】
[A man, are you so excited? During this battle, I thought it was Jiang Xing's milk tea girlfriend who came. 】
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Lin Qingyu hugged Jiang Xing's phone and jacket in his arms and looked at the stadium. His knowledge of basketball is limited to knowing to throw the ball into the opposite basket. Ten boys attacked and defended back and forth on the court, bumping their bodies, sweating like rain, and full of enthusiasm.
Blood is flying, youth is just right, unlimited vitality and vitality. Seventeen/eight-year-olds should have been like this. No matter how Jiang Xing is, the strong nature in his bones will also show up at this time.
Jiang Xing's height is one of the best among boys, and only the sports committee member in the class is about the same height as him. The physical education committee is a special student in sports. Lin Qingyu looked at the two of them facing each other, and felt that Jiang Xingqing had lost a lot of weight.
Jiang Xing's own body is not walking the route of being tall and mammoth. He has a slender figure, and his muscles are not exaggerated specially trained. The lines are natural and closer to a beautiful teenager.
When Jiang Xing was Lu Wancheng was too weak, Lin Qingyu would feel distressed; when Jiang Xing was Gu Fuzhou, it was weirdly pressing on him, and he couldn't stand it for a while. Such a figure is just right for Lin Qingyu.
The Sports Commission can be called a hexagonal fighter on the court, except for Jiang Xing. Others and him are not on the same level. The important task of defending him naturally falls on Jiang Xing's shoulders. Jiang Xing's endurance and physical strength are not as good as the Physical Education Committee, but the reaction is quick. He heard someone yelling the name of the Sound Sports Committee, and approached the Sports Committee from an unexpected direction. He intercepted the ball one second before the Sports Committee reached out to catch the ball. He made a steady shot into the basket.
The moment he scored, Jiang Xing turned his head and instinctively glanced at Lin Qingyu.
The Sports Committee "fucked": "Jiang Xing, what's wrong with you today, so hard."
Jiang Xing smiled without saying a word. Can he not fight, his wife is watching.
Lin Qingyu was indeed watching. He always liked watching Jiang Xing sweating profusely. In addition to him, there are many girls watching the boys playing on the court. There were two girls standing beside Lin Qingyu, and their conversation drifted into Lin Qingyu's ears from time to time.
The girl with long hair said, "Is the boy who came to deliver Jiang Xing's meal today really his brother?"
Another girl with short hair said: "No. I heard Pei Zhiqi say that Jiang Xing is an only child."
"That way. Was it his mother who brought him food before? I don't think she is like Jiang Xing at all."
"That's Jiang Xing's nanny. Jiang Xing's mother seems to have passed away when he was in junior high school."
"Ah," the girl with short hair exclaimed, "How could this be..."
Lin Qingyu remembered the form that Jiang Xing had to hand in. There was only a single slash in the column of his mother.
During Dayu, Jiang Xing occasionally mentioned his parents. Lin Qingyu knew that Jiang Xing's mother had passed away, but the details were not clear. When Jiang Xing talked about his biological mother, he always had a nostalgic look, saying that she was harsh on him and that she asked him to take first place in everything. Even though he would complain, he never said that his mother was bad.
"It is said that it is cancer, and I have had surgery. You know, in the process of fighting cancer, the patient's mood is very important. Jiang Xing has always coaxed his mother to be happy. I heard Pei Zhiqi say that Jiang Xing had still I wrote a copy of "Don't Get Angry" and gave it to her. Unfortunately, his mother had been fighting cancer for seven years and finally left. Later, Jiang Xing's father set up another family and settled abroad, Jiang Xing returned to Guangzhou to go to high school."
"Fuck, Jiang Xing's father is too scumbag."
"You can't say that, his dad is still responsible, at least Jiang Xing's pocket money of 200,000 yuan a month is given by his dad."
The girl with short hair was shocked: "I really didn't expect it."
"Otherwise do you think Jiang Xing's good temper came from. Have you ever seen Jiang Xing lose control of his emotions in the same class for so long?"
The short-haired girl shook her head.
Jiang Xing's classmates had never seen him lose control, but Lin Qingyu had seen him. He had seen Jiang Xing with the smell of blood in his mouth, saying that he would kill someone; he had also seen Jiang Xing crying and saying sorry in his arms.
Jiang Xing clearly developed an open-minded and free-spirited character, only because of him.
The girl with short hair looked at the male god running on the court and said with emotion: "Jiang Xing has such a good personality, I thought his native family was very happy."
The long-haired girl said: "Except for his parents, she should be happy. Although his mother is gone, the other elders in the family love him so much. Pei Zhiqi's mother can't wait to take him into the house and want to treat him as a son. Raise. However, Jiang Xing felt that he had no freedom to live with his elders, and insisted on living alone. Pei Zhiqi’s mother invited an aunt who cooks deliciously to take care of him..."
A burst of cheers pulled Lin Qingyu's thoughts back, and it was Jiang Xing who broke through the defense of the three people one after another and came with a bloody dunk. As soon as his feet landed, he turned around again, and looked at each other with Lin Qingyu.
Lin Qingyu, who doesn't know what basketball means to modern boys:... Huh
The basketball game was played back and forth, and the team led by the Sports Committee was very offensive, and Jiang Xing's side was not too much. Playing a ball among classmates is a pleasure, and it doesn't count. As soon as the bell rang after class, the boys' hearts drifted towards the cafeteria. The Sports Committee threw the basketball to Jiang Xing: "I'm going to rush! Brother, do me a favor and send the basketball back to the equipment room." After speaking, he took a 100-meter sprint speed.
Jiang Xing held the basketball towards Lin Qingyu, lifted up his T-shirt and wiped his sweat: "Qingyu, how is my wave? Handsome or handsome."
"It's acceptable." Lin Qingyu returned him the phone and jacket, "Do you have something to tell me."
Jiang Xing thought for a while: "It seems there is none."
"Then why do you look back at me every time you score a goal? I don't understand."
Jiang Xing choked and asked, "I really did this?"
"Ok."
Jiang Xing said slowly: "That's probably because I was naive. The first time I fell in love, please understand."
"Okay." Lin Qingyu said, "Where do you want to eat?"
The cafeteria was overcrowded, and it was not convenient to take Lin Qingyu to the classroom. Jiang Xing took the lunch box in Lin Qingyu's hand and said, "Go to the football field? It's a picnic."
The football field is covered with artificial grass and sitting on it to eat is a kind of taste. Lin Qingyu nodded: "Okay."
There were almost no people in the playground where they were eating. They sat beside the gate net, underneath them in Jiang Xing's school uniforms. Jiang Xing opened the lunch box. The top layer was beef with green onion and sweet and sour tenderloin. There was a partition between the two dishes to prevent odor; the second layer was two vegetables, sauteed okra and cold cucumber; the soup was sealed. The pot contains tea tree mushroom and fig old duck soup that has been simmered for a long time; my aunt also prepared a box of cut cantaloupe.
Lin Qingyu reminded him: "It is not advisable to eat immediately after strenuous exercise. You can eat some fruit first."
Jiang Xing used a toothpick to tie a piece of cantaloupe to Lin Qingyu's mouth: "Open your mouth."
The cantaloupe is sweet and juicy, and the flesh is smooth, which is simple and delicious. While Lin Qingyu chewed slowly, he heard Jiang Xing say: "Auntie's technique seems to have declined today, not as good as the previous days."
Lin Qingyu immediately swallowed the cantaloupe in her mouth and complained to Jiang Xing: "It has nothing to do with Auntie, it's the traffic light's fault."
Jiang Xing didn't understand: "Huh?"
"The green light at the intersection of your house is only five seconds away. In order to deliver food to you, I had to carry a lunch box and ran on the street. The lunch box was bumped, and the dishes inside were naturally messed up." Lin Qingyu said coldly, "That traffic light Is there a serious illness? I really hate it. Is there any way to get rid of it? I don't want to run like this every time I go out. If it's in Dayu, I will uproot it."
Lin Qingyu's expression was stern, but Jiang Xing laughed, the laughter was hearty, open and wanton.
Lin Qingyu frowned: "You can still laugh?"
Jiang Xing could not only laugh, but he also couldn't stand upright. The basketball placed aside was touched by his elbow and rolled to the side.
Lin Qingyu: "..."
"A dignified prime minister, the first enemy he set up after he came to modern times turned out to be...!" Jiang Xing pointed to the top of his head and smiled and said, "My blood bar will be emptied by you, Qingyu big baby. "
Lin Qingyu frowned: "I don't understand." He has only seen the blood bars in games. Where did Jiang wake up
Jiang Xing smiled so much that he couldn't speak. While smiling, he took out his mobile phone to search for the traffic light and which department should be reported to.
Lin Qingyu is simply inexplicable: "What is so funny on earth."
Jiang Xing didn't know how to explain his feelings to Lin Qingyu. He just wanted to laugh simply, and couldn't help but raise the corner of Lin Qingyu's mouth when he saw Lin Qingyu, especially after Lin Qingyu said such lovely things.
Lin Qingyu, who never got an explanation, was rather impatient: "Jiang Xing!"
The last few students also left, leaving him and Jiang Xing on the playground. Jiang Xing finally laughed enough and said: "You ask me what I laugh, I don't know..."
As he said, Jiang Xing seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, lowered his head and kissed his lips.
The evening was amber, and the evening breeze passed lazily. The basketball rolled and rolled, and finally stopped in the football net, even time seemed to stand still at this moment.
He and Jiang Xing sat on the grass of the campus and kissed quietly.