Chapter 5
The entrance of Walmart is facing the sports center in this area.
Evening was a busy time, and the entrance to the center was full of cars, with many parents with their children coming in and out after work. Zhou Zifang couldn't help himself before he even entered the supermarket. He nudged Lu Jiyu with his elbow and said, "Want to play basketball?"
Lu Jiyu didn't forget what Zhou Zizao had said to him at his house just now: "Aren't you going back to study?"
"Well, studying and playing don't conflict." Zhou Zifang wasn't particularly studious, but he had a good brain. Plus, his family enrolled him in classes with renowned teachers from his freshman year to his junior year of high school, so he barely fell out of the top 100 at No. 3 Middle School. Forgetting a 985211 university, getting into a decent-sized university would be no problem.
Moreover, ever since one of Zhou Zifang's older brothers on his mother's side did not do well in the college entrance examination and was forced by his family to repeat the year, which made him stupid, Zhou Zifang's family did not have high expectations of him.
But Lu Jiyu really didn't have the energy to play basketball at the moment.
He was regretting going out to the supermarket. Why didn't he just order a local delivery at home? He had to go through all the trouble of going out here.
Zhou Zifang also noticed that Lu Jiyu didn't seem to be in the mood, because his usually cheerful face was now full of fatigue. Lu Jiyu looked very indifferent when he was sleepy. But Zhou Zifang was a little hesitant to move when he saw the gym.
and.
"I just did some searching on my phone, and I heard the basketball skills here are pretty high. Someone even met a retired professional player last time. Don't you really want to go and see?" Zhou Zifang said, and seeing that Lu Jiyu's expression seemed to ease a little, he began to plead his case in a hoarse voice, "You don't know how long it's been since I last touched a basketball. My mom won't even let me watch a game. You also know how lame the second-year high school students are. I'm afraid I'll burn my eyes when I see the basketball court at school. Will you come with me to see it?"
Zhou Zifang is really annoying when he keeps pestering me.
Lu Jiyu hesitated for half a minute and finally relaxed: "Let me make it clear first, I won't fight you, you can do whatever you want."
Zhou Zifang jumped for joy and made a shooting gesture towards the trash can at the supermarket entrance. Lu Jiyu turned his head away, obviously not wanting to ignore him.
The gym was even more crowded than expected, and the staffing structure was quite complex. It was roughly divided into three areas. To the left of the entrance, there were eight basketball hoops, mostly populated by young people. In the middle were two badminton courts, and to the right, a row of ping-pong tables was lined up, mostly for middle-aged and elderly people.
Zhou Zifang could sense the joy of three generations living together.
Lu Jiyu also casually glanced at the court. He usually played basketball with people outside the school, but he didn't seem to know anyone at the moment.
Zhou Zifang ran over to shoot a few basketballs with a bunch of kids, and when he was done, he came back happily. He saw Lu Jiyu sitting in the rest area opposite the basketball hoop, with a boy who looked like a junior high school student squatting next to him.
Lu Jiyu was discussing a math problem with someone. Zhou Zifang sometimes thought he was quite hypocritical. He had a cold, aloof face, but when people asked him questions at school, he generally accepted them all and was extremely patient. However, if someone approached him with a question, Lu Jiyu wouldn't respond favorably.
It's a good thing he is Lu Jiyu that he has such clear likes and dislikes, otherwise he would have been beaten up long ago.
"Given triangle ABC, AB=AC, prove that angle B=angle C."
"If you can do it without adding auxiliary lines, I will fight with you." Lu Jiyu hugged his shoulders with one hand and pointed at a piece of white paper in front of the boy.
"Can't you add auxiliary lines?" The boy looked up at him, puzzled. "Then how can you do that?"
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it again?" Lu Jiyu raised his eyelids and looked at him. Seeing that the other party didn't react, he reached out and took the pen from the other party's hand. With his slender and cold fingers, he pinched the black Mitsubishi and casually drew circles on the paper.
"Look." Lu Jiyu's voice seemed a little low in the bustling gymnasium, but the tone was still as clear and crisp as ever: "Because AB=AC AC=AB BC=CB, triangle ABC is congruent to triangle ACB, right?"
"Since they are congruent, angle B is equal to angle C, right?" After saying this, Lu Jiyu habitually turned the pen in his hand half a circle around his fingertips, and then returned the pen to the other party neatly.
It was a completely new angle that the boy had never seen before. He was a little confused, and his small eyes were full of words: Brother, you are not kidding me, are you?
Zhou Zifang went over and sat down next to Lu Jiyu, explaining with a smile: "Brother, this method is okay for showing off your skills, but don't use it in exams, or you will fail miserably."
The junior high school student was puzzled. If that was the case, “Why do we still need to use it?”
"Haven't you heard that?" Lu Jiyu peeled a Mentos candy and threw it into his mouth, continuing to teach tirelessly: "If you only study and don't pretend, even Jack will become a fool."
Junior high school student: What kind of proverb is this that he has never heard of? The train of thought of high school students is so scary!
"By the way, do you know who messaged me yesterday?" Zhou Zifang leaned over to pick up a bottle of water at his feet, turned his head to look at Lu Jiyu, and without expecting him to reply, he announced the answer: "Liu Nian."
Seeing that the other party didn't react much, he couldn't help but ask: "Liu Nian is also at F University?"
Lu Jiyu then nodded slightly: "But she should be graduating soon."
"She said you blocked her." Zhou Zifang raised his head and took a sip of water. "I told her, 'Good job blocking her. I'm going to block you too.'"
"She stopped sending messages after that. She must have been pissed off." Zhou Zifang ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't known the whole story and had a soft spot for this older sister. But after learning her true colors, he was left with only disgust.
Lu Jiyu glanced sideways at Zhou Ziyi's indignant demeanor and found it somewhat amusing. He leaned his back against the wall, his chin drooping as he pointed at the court, then changed the subject: "That number eight is quite good. He has excellent physical fitness and strong individual combat capabilities." In the few minutes Lu Jiyu had been sitting there, he had already grabbed two rebounds and hit a long-range three-pointer from the rim, with clean hands. If he hadn't been so listless, Lu Jiyu would have wanted to go up and meet him.
Zhou Zifang listened to Lu Jiyu's words and watched for a while. He was indeed strong, but he asked, "Why have I never heard you praise me?"
Lu Jiyu lazily mocked him with his long legs spread out: "There's a message from your QQ farm."
Zhou Zifang was confused: "What do you mean?"
"You're such a wimp."
Zhou Zifang: ...
Zhou Zifang was speechless. He had been tricked again.
"I've noticed you've been a bit pretentious lately. The book says it's either a red luan's heart flutters or a cypress's blossom. So, tell me, which one are you?"
Lu Jiyu glanced at him and said, "I am the celestial being scattering flowers, is that right? If you have any problems with your eyes, drink some Chinese medicine to treat them. Thank you."
Zhou Zifang couldn't help but be curious about his shameless appearance. "Why did Xu Junfeng trick you in the first place?"
In fact, they seldom mentioned the past before, not because they couldn't bear to look back, but because they felt it was unnecessary, because it was not pleasant, and more because Lu Jiyu was a person who only looked forward and rarely regretted.
How could I be tricked?
Lu Jiyu watched the game with his brows lowered, his mind a bit wandering. He didn't notice it at the time, but now looking back, he thought: "Xu Junfeng is actually quite sensitive."
The homeroom teacher's intention in placing Lu Jiyu next to him was obvious. Lu Jiyu was popular and had excellent grades. Although he wasn't particularly easygoing, he was actually quite sincere. At the beginning, Xu Junfeng also played the role well, portraying the impoverished but hard-working student. Every morning, they only had two steamed buns for breakfast, one of which they would give to Lu Jiyu. Lu Jiyu actually had trouble with food, feeling dry and irritated, and his neck would stretch two miles after eating.
But it's still someone's good intention.
Lu Jiyu almost went home and told Lu Lin that her company should sponsor all his college tuition.
But Xu Junfeng on the other side had actually already been thinking about how to plot against him.
Zhou Zifang: "He has a fragile heart, and you are a naive person. Didn't I tell you not to get too close to him?"
Lu Jiyu didn't remember much about the incident. The only thing that bothered him was that Lu Lin had lost some money inside. He unscrewed the water on his hand and handed it to Zhou Zifang, with a rare look of humility and willingness to learn: "You are right, it's just that I didn't recognize the great man."
Seeing him stand up, Zhou Zifang thought Lu Jiyu had lost his patience after hearing what he said, so he quickly grabbed his wrist and said, "Why are you throwing a tantrum? You're running away after I said a few words to you? I think you're the one with a fragile heart."
Lu Jiyu pointed across the basketball court with his other hand and said speechlessly, "I just need to go to the bathroom, and you have to care about that?"
There were quite a few people in the gym, but not many in the restroom. However, Lu Jiyu went there at an unlucky time, as there was a yellow sign at the door of the men's restroom saying it was being cleaned.
He knew there was a toilet on the second floor, but Lu Jiyu was too lazy to move. He walked a few steps outside, leaned against the French window surrounded by railings, and looked out the window at the night. In fact, there was nothing to see in the dark, but if a fan girl or boy passed by at this time, they would definitely think that his desolate and indifferent back was full of charming atmosphere.
Lu Jiyu wanted to put on headphones to listen to a song, but when he touched his pocket, he found that he didn't have any headphones.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, let me tell you, this is really irresponsible of you."
"After all, we've known each other for two years, and I don't want us to go our separate ways, but the reality is right in front of us. You can't be so reckless and willful, right?"
Where there are many people and lots of gossip, there are always all kinds of stories. Lu Jiyu has seen couples break up and quarrel with each other before. And the plot is always the same. He turned his head to glance at the stairs on his left and was about to leave. As his eyes passed the floor-to-ceiling glass, he unexpectedly met the eyes of the person standing behind him at the bathroom door.
On the glass windows dyed black by the night, many blurry faces were cross-stained. The bright lights in the venue gathered together and fell down, like the overturned stars in the Milky Way.
Her eyes leaped out above the starlight. They were direct, lucid, and a little confused. Like some small animal lost in the forest.
This metaphor is so cute.
Lu Jiyu lowered his head and gently tapped the metal fence twice, as if to dispel some emotion. It made two ding-ding sounds. He didn't like eavesdropping, but judging by their posture, he didn't think they would be able to recover for a while.
Breaking up? How can it be considered love if you haven't been together a hundred or eighty times?
Lu Jiyu tilted his head to glance at the stairs on his left and sighed inwardly. It seemed that he was destined to climb these steps.
The entire stadium was filled with noise, so loud that it almost blew off the glass ceiling.
Zhou Zifang is very direct when he looks at people, probably because his grandfather is from the north, and he was educated from a young age with four words in mind: be open and honest.
"You said you just saw Lu Jiyu?" In fact, he wanted to ask, "Miss, why are you here?" But even an interrogation should follow a step-by-step process. You can't just force someone to ask if they followed them right away.
It’s not good, and it’s even worse if it’s not.
Jiang Wan pointed in the direction of the upstairs: "I saw him go upstairs, but he didn't seem to see me."
Jiang Huainan sometimes watched basketball broadcasts at home, so Jiang Wan knew a thing or two about basketball. She stared at the guy wearing the number 8 jersey on the court and said, "He's quite good."
Zhou Zifang nodded: "Lu Jiyu thinks so too." You two seem to be in sync with each other.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jiyu came lazily walking towards him from the other end of the stadium. He was wearing a black shirt and gray pants, and he looked very handsome. Zhou Zifang saw him looking down at his phone, fiddling with something. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a ball heading straight for the back of Lu Jiyu's head. He was about to call out to him, but Lu Jiyu seemed to have eyes at the back of his head. He casually leaned against the wall and dodged accurately and lightly.
A small burst of commotion arose around them.
Zhou Zifang wiped his face. Oh, he was pretending again.
Lu Jiyu bent down to pick up the ball on the ground. The opponent's player ran over and said "sorry" several times with a smile on his face. I thought this handsome guy with a cold face was not easy to deal with, but I didn't expect him to be surprisingly easy to talk to.
Jiang Wan kept staring at Lu Jiyu. She didn't miss the way he dodged the ball just now. She turned her head and asked Zhou Zifang, "Is he a good basketball player?"
Zhou Zifang crossed his arms, thinking without any surprise, "See, see, she's bewitched." He knew that there might be people in the world who could reject Lu Jiyu, but it would be hard for anyone to reject Lu Jiyu, who could play basketball.
The number eight player on the field made another beautiful counterattack. His friends sitting next to him in the rest area were jumping up and down excitedly, waving the towels in their hands and shouting wildly, as if they were in a state of atavism.
Lu Jiyu walked over and sat down next to Zhou Zifang. He did not miss this wonderful moment and raised his hands to applaud the other party.
He had just lowered his hand when another hand suddenly reached out from under his eyelids. It was fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails and a thin layer of light white callus covering the lower part of the middle finger.
Jiang Wan, standing a distance of a Zhou Zifang from him, introduced herself to him frankly and naturally, belatedly: "Hello, I'm Jiang Wan. Jiang is like Jiang Ziya, and the character for grass is the same as the character for completion."
At this moment, she was so close to him that she could smell his rich, refreshing pinewood scent. The boy wore a black jacket and dark gray shorts, the hems of which fell to his bony knees, revealing the lean, straight calves that only a boy could have. He tilted his head at the sound of the voice. His eyelids were shallow and narrow, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly, his pupils bright. The light from the stadium's overhead lights fell upon his eyes, like the scattered lights of countless homes against the vast night sky. It was a vast, distant, and lonely scene.
The dense and noisy noise was like a surging river or sea, almost drowning every corner of the venue.
Only here.
When Lu Jiyu turned his head to look over, Jiang Wan's eyes happened to drift over to him. But the beam of light she cast over him was as quiet as water, that kind of quietness split all the noise and dyed everything into a silent white.
The phone that was just placed on my lap kept vibrating.
Lu Jiyu knew without even looking that it was all news about Zhou Zifang.
Zhou Zifang asked him how he had provoked the girl and made her chase him so obsessed with him.
Lu Jiyu wanted to say that he and her had known each other for less than a day. Did he think he was the Flash? He moved so quickly. And it was obvious that someone else had provoked her.
Lu Jiyu looked at this apparently gentle and calm face, his eyes filled with boundless curiosity and a faint hint of arrogance. His lips curled up, his head tilted to the side with his arms open, one wrist resting on his knee. He extended his other hand, politely and courteously touching her fingertips, and introduced himself, "Lu Jiyu."
To be honest, it was the first time he saw a girl shaking hands with someone when introducing herself.
But since the other person was acting so frankly, it would seem a bit pretentious for him to act pretentiously.
In fact, it’s just right that everything ends here.
But Jiang Wan had to ask: "Didn't you see me at the bathroom door just now?"
Lu Jiyu lowered his head, one arm clasped in front of him, and with the other hand, he pinched the zipper of his sweatshirt gently with his fingertips. The cold metal made him feel warm. "You mean you and your friend?"
"He's not my friend."
Lu Jiyu: Yeah, I heard it was my boyfriend.
Jiang Wan sighed: "To be honest, he is my ancestor."
Zhou Zifang: Huh? You two have already met my parents behind my back?
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