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If someone blocks you, you can't say anything.
Shen Muwei mentally completed the explanation for the unfinished sentence he had given.
Not wanting to admit defeat, she added, "So, why did you suddenly act crazy? This is what happens when you act crazy."
"I know I was wrong."
He lowered his head honestly and sincerely, a halo of light emanating from his dark hair under the streetlamp. He seemed like a knight obediently declaring his loyalty.
The campus in late autumn was covered with withered fallen leaves, which were scattered all over the ground again as soon as they were swept away.
The fragile leaves were crushed under her feet, the sound of them breaking echoing from the soles of her shoes, following her all the way.
Shen Muwei asked him why he suddenly got angry.
He stammered, "Because I felt you were being too polite."
He didn't finish his sentence. What he really wanted to say was, "Because you are too polite, and the boundaries between us are too clear, so clear that you have to repay me in some other way for every little thing I do, it always makes me feel that there is absolutely no possibility between us."
He knew he had no right to be angry, and he regretted it the moment he threw a tantrum. But Shen Muwei blocked him faster than he apologized. While he was still debating whether or not to apologize, Shen Muwei had already labeled him as an unforgivable mental patient.
Shen Muwei was speechless at his answer. What kind of ridiculous reason was that? He could get angry just because someone was being too polite?
But then she thought, perhaps in Xiang Zhixing's heart she was already a very good friend? She hoped that she wasn't just imagining things.
“I’ve always been this polite to people,” she said. “I’ve always been like this since I was a child. If you really can’t accept it, then we can just be ordinary classmates.”
"No need, I'll get used to it."
Shen Muwei was speechless. She suddenly realized that Xiang Zhixing was always like this, bowing his head and admitting his mistakes, which made her feel embarrassed.
She remembered that before the match he had asked her if she could grant him a request if she won. Now was a good opportunity to bring it up.
She asked him what wish he wanted her to fulfill for him.
Xiang Zhixing said, "Can you teach me how to play basketball?"
That's it?
He nodded and replied, "This is it."
She thought they were going to rip her off or make some other embarrassing request, which made her overthink things for a long time.
"Why do you want to learn to play basketball?" she asked.
Although she wasn't sure why, she could guess to some extent that she had seen Xiang Zhixing's eyes when he watched others play basketball more than once—a deep longing from the bottom of his heart.
However, she didn't think much of it, because wanting to play basketball wasn't anything unusual.
"Because you can do it, and so can Song Yuanbai, so I want to learn it too."
"Did you want to learn because you saw us playing together?"
"I guess so..." There are some reasons that are better left unsaid.
It didn't matter. She just happened to win the competition, she just happened to have free time, and she just happened to have agreed to his request before the competition. Everything was just right.
Agreeing to teach him basketball wasn't difficult for her, but reality slapped her hard a week later on a sunny day.
In late November, the weather suddenly cleared up, with sunny weather lasting for half a month, and the temperature was over 20 degrees Celsius, which was unusually warm.
Shen Muwei realized for the first time that someone's talent could be so outrageous. It was so absurdly unreasonable that it was almost infuriating. Was it really possible for a guy that tall to be unable to make a basket?
Logically speaking, shouldn't many boys be born with a passion for basketball? This is the first time she has ever met a boy with long arms and legs who not only has no interest in basketball at all, but has never even touched it more than a few times.
I've taught them the techniques and the movements, but they still can't make the shot.
Shen Muwei frowned, sweat beading on his forehead from the sun. The ball flew over the basketball hoop in an absurd arc and slammed into the somewhat rusty diamond-shaped iron net behind it.
Her patience was about to run out, but she still smiled and encouraged him, "It's okay, this is normal the first time you play basketball. You'll get used to it after a while."
She pointed to the convenience store not far away: "I'll go buy two bottles of water, you can practice by yourself for a while."
Shen Muwei quickly ran away, trying to find a cool place to hide.
The autumn sun, when it reaches the shade, brings a dry, cool breeze through. She doesn't like to criticize someone's talent, but Xiang Zhixing was so stupid that she found it hard to tolerate.
She remembered when she first learned basketball, Song Yuanbai only told her a few key points, and she could immediately make the shot. This was nothing like Xiang Zhixing's situation. Xiang Zhixing's situation made her doubt herself, wondering if there was a problem with her teaching method, or if this person was simply not suited to playing basketball.
She bought an ice cream to cool down, and the boy next to her had been glancing at her several times. Unable to bear it any longer, she glared back at him.
Chen Jiayu was startled, but finally stepped forward shakily: "Were you just teaching someone how to play basketball?"
Given that he had just been spying on her, Shen Muwei didn't want to give him face and said irritably, "Yes, didn't you see it? What, do you want to give me some pointers?"
Chen Jiayu was so frightened by her coldness and murderous aura that he took several steps back, waving his hand and saying, "No, I think you taught very well, and everything you taught was correct. You are a professional?"
Shen Muwei said, "No, what's wrong? Only professionals can teach this?"
"No, that's not it. I just think this guy is incredibly stupid. He hasn't made a single shot in so long."
Shen Muwei had just finished her ice cream. She casually tossed the stick into the nearby trash can and glanced at him.
"You're incredibly stupid, and I think you're incredibly rude. Stop judging others and watch your mouth."
Chen Jiayu was stunned by what he was said. By the time he realized what was happening and wanted to apologize, the person had already left with two large bottles of water, each over a liter in size.
This guy has quite a temper. Chen Jiayu was confused by these two; one was protecting the other, what was going on?
Last time I saw their relationship, it was a bit ambiguous. Now they seem to be together?
When Shen Muwei rushed back, she saw Xiang Zhixing still practicing his shooting diligently, the sun casting a long shadow over him.
Good heavens, I haven't seen him for only ten minutes, and the ball can't even touch the rim anymore.
Not wanting to put too much pressure on him, Shen Muwei beckoned him over to come and have some water and rest.
It's natural to feel frustrated when you can't make a shot, but Shen Muwei comforted him, telling him not to be too sad and to just practice more, and he'll eventually be able to make the shot.
Xiang Zhixing didn't say anything, but his expression still showed that he was not satisfied with the results of his hard practice in shooting.
He asked Shen Muwei how well she learned basketball when she first started playing.
Shen Muwei subtly twitched the corner of his mouth, but ultimately decided not to tell him that he was quite talented in sports.
She replied, "I wasn't very good at first either. I couldn't make the shots, and Song Yuanbai even called me stupid."
Actually, Song Yuanbai praised her for being smart, since she immediately scored a goal after he explained the key points.
Of course, it's best not to mention these things to avoid being accused of showing off.
When Xiang Zhixing unscrewed the bottle cap, he looked at her and smiled. It was hard to tell whether he believed her or not; his expression was rather intriguing.
After finishing the water and practicing for a while, today's study time came to an end.
The two decided to grab something to eat together.
Xiang Zhixing bent down to pick up his bag, and in the blink of an eye he saw someone sneaking around following him. He only caught a glimpse of the figure and he already knew who it was.
He glanced back with a warning in his eyes, but the distance was too great for him to know whether the other person had received his message.
He soon got the answer.
After dinner, Shen Muwei parted ways with him and they each returned to their dormitories.
On Xiang Zhixing's way back to the dormitory, Chen Jiayu walked beside him as if nothing had happened.
Xiang Zhixing didn't intend to speak first. He had already given the warning before, and he wouldn't repeat himself. If he did, he wouldn't just speak; he would directly punch the other person in the face.
Chen Jiayu seemed to have the same realization. He didn't intend to risk his life again to repeat what he had said before, since Xiang Zhixing already knew his purpose.
However, he chose a more dangerous approach.
As winter approaches, it gets dark earlier and earlier. The path leading to the boys' dormitory is quite long, and few people pass by. Chen Jiayu can be heard as soon as he speaks.
He said, "Xiang Zhixing, how could you lie to a girl like that?"
He spoke with a smile, which carried a hint of mockery.
"Your shooting ability doesn't match your performance this afternoon. It's not good to keep lying like this, and you'll be found out sooner or later!"
It's not easy to anger Xiang Zhixing. Most of the time, when he's angry, he just keeps a gloomy face and responds with silence. Then, one day in the future, he will retaliate tenfold.
But if this matter involves Shen Muwei, he often loses control. For example, right now:
He stopped walking, his schoolbag slung over one shoulder, his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and carefree. The night wind came on rather quickly, lifting the strap of his dangling schoolbag, causing it to flutter in the air in a stiff arc.
Chen Jiayu swallowed silently, but for the sake of the team's honor, he had no other choice.
Xiang Zhixing stepped forward: "You really like meddling in other people's business..."
"No, if I don't meddle, I won't attract your attention. Either I tell your girlfriend the truth, or you come with me and join the team, then I won't interfere."
Chen Jiayu mustered his courage and finished speaking, expecting a punch to land on his face, but to his surprise, he saw Xiang Zhixing smile. He was a little confused.
He couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips at first, and then the curve grew higher and higher, with a hint of shyness hidden in the smile...
Chen Jiayu frowned, wondering what had gotten into the other party this time. He figured he might as well just punch him to avoid being scared.
Xiang Zhixing clenched his right fist, covered his nose, and coughed lightly, even his tone softening: "Do we look like a couple?"
Chen Jiayu wondered if he had said something wrong. He had been observing them for a while, and their current behavior was different from before. He asked in confusion, "Aren't you two a couple?"
Xiang Zhixing's smile deepened, and his ears turned red.
"It's alright, does it look that similar... Actually, we're not like that yet... But if you say it looks similar, we can look forward to it..."
Words fail to express meaning, speech is incomprehensible, stammering and unclear.
Chen Jiayu grinned disdainfully at him. So it was just a crush on him; the other person might not even know...
He couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Crazy."
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