Chapter 135 Extra 16
After Jiang Xing came on stage, his phone vibrated several times. Lin Qingyu unlocked it and took a look. It was a group message from their class:
[ Jiang Xing, which class is the boy you just talked to from? What a handsome guy, and his eyes are so beautiful. Can you let him take off his mask? I want to see through a magnifying glass. 】
[I don't think he is from our school, otherwise he would not have escaped my eyes which are good at discovering beauty. 】
[Should he be Jiang Xing’s brother?] I saw him bringing food to Jiang Xing. 】
[That makes sense, the genes of male gods are similar. 】
[Are you really that excited about a man?] Seeing this scene, I thought it was Jiang Xing’s milk tea girlfriend who came. 】
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Lin Qingyu held Jiang Xing's phone and coat in his arms and looked towards the court. All he knew about basketball was to shoot the ball into the opposing team's basket. Ten boys were attacking and defending back and forth on the court, colliding with each other, sweating profusely, and full of passion.
The blood is boiling, the youth is at its best, and there is infinite vitality and vigor. A teenager of seventeen or eighteen should be like this. No matter how indifferent Jiang Xing is, his competitive nature will show up at this time.
Jiang Xing's height is one of the highest among boys, and only the physical education committee member in the class is about the same height as him. The physical education committee member is a student with special expertise in sports. He trains every day and has developed a body of muscular muscles. Lin Qingyu watched the two people confronting each other and felt that Jiang Xingqing had lost a lot of weight.
Jiang Xing's body is not that of a tall and strong man. He has a slender figure, and his muscles are not exaggerated by special training. His lines are natural, and he is more like a handsome boy.
When Jiang Xing was Lu Wancheng, he was too weak and Lin Qingyu felt distressed; when Jiang Xing was Gu Fuzhou, the pressure on him was too heavy and he couldn't bear it for a while. This figure is just right for Lin Qingyu.
The Sports Commissioner can be called a hexagonal warrior on the court. Except for Jiang Xing, others are not on the same level as him. The responsibility of defending him naturally falls on Jiang Xing's shoulders. Jiang Xing's endurance and physical strength are not as good as the sports committee member, but his reaction is very fast. He heard someone shouting the name of the physical education committee member, so he approached the committee member from an unexpected direction, intercepted the ball one second before the committee member reached out to catch it, quickly returned, stood outside the three-point line, and shot the ball steadily into the basket.
At the moment the goal was scored, Jiang Xing turned around and glanced at Lin Qingyu instinctively.
The sports committee member yelled, "Jiang Xing, what's wrong with you today? Why are you working so hard?"
Jiang Xing smiled but said nothing. How could he not try? His wife is watching.
Lin Qingyu was indeed watching. He always liked to see Jiang Xing sweating profusely. Besides him, there were many girls watching the boys play on the court. There were two girls standing next to 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 brought food to Jiang Xing today really his brother?"
Another girl with short hair said, "No. I heard from Pei Zhiqi that Jiang Xing is an only child."
"I see. Then the one who brought him food before, was it his mother? I don't think she looks like Jiang Xing at all."
"That's Jiang Xing's nanny. Jiang Xing's mother seemed to have passed away when he was in junior high school."
"Ah," the short-haired girl exclaimed, "How could this happen..."
Lin Qingyu thought of the form Jiang Xing had to submit. In the column for mother, there was only a lonely slash.
When in Dayu, Jiang Xing would occasionally mention his parents. Lin Qingyu knew that Jiang Xing's mother had passed away due to illness, but he was not clear about the details. When Jiang Xing talked about his biological mother, he always had a nostalgic look on his face. He said that she was strict with him and that she required him to get first place in everything. Even though he would complain, he never said anything bad about his mother.
"It was said to be cancer, and she had surgery. You know, in the process of fighting cancer, the patient's mood is very important, and Jiang Xing kept trying to make his mother happy. I heard from Pei Zhiqi that on his mother's birthday, Jiang Xing even wrote a painting called "Don't Be Angry" for her. Unfortunately, his mother fought cancer for seven years, but eventually passed away. Later, Jiang Xing's father started a new family and settled abroad, and Jiang Xing returned to Guangzhou to attend high school."
"Fuck, Jiang Xing's dad is such a scumbag."
"You can't say that. His father is quite responsible. At least Jiang Xing's pocket money of more than 200,000 yuan every month is given by his father."
The short-haired girl was shocked: "I really didn't expect it."
"Otherwise, where do you think Jiang Xing got his good temper from? Having been in the same class for so long, have you ever seen Jiang Xing lose control of his emotions?"
The girl with short hair shook her head.
Jiang Xing's classmates had never seen him lose control of his emotions, but Lin Qingyu had. He had seen Jiang Xing with blood in his mouth, saying he wanted to take someone's life; he had also seen Jiang Xing crying and saying sorry in his arms.
Jiang Xing had clearly developed an open-minded and free-spirited personality, but he was the only exception.
The short-haired girl looked at the male god running on the court and sighed: "Jiang Xing has such a good personality, I thought he had a happy family."
The long-haired girl said, "Except for his parents, he should be happy. Although his mother is gone, the other elders in the family love him very much. Pei Zhiqi's mother wanted to take him home to live and raise him as a son. However, Jiang Xing felt that he had no freedom living with the elders and insisted on living alone. Pei Zhiqi's mother hired an aunt who cooked delicious food to take care of him..."
A burst of cheers brought Lin Qingyu back to his senses. It was Jiang Xing who broke through the defense of three people in succession and made a thrilling slam dunk. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned around and looked at Lin Qingyu.
Lin Qingyu, who didn’t know what basketball meant to modern boys:…Hmm?
This basketball game was played back and forth. The team led by the Sports Commissioner was very offensive, and Jiang Xing's team was not far behind. Classmates play ball for fun and don't keep score. As soon as the bell rang, the boys' hearts drifted to the cafeteria. The physical education teacher threw the basketball to Jiang Xing: "I'm going to run! Brother, please help me and take the basketball back to the equipment room." After saying that, he ran at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
Jiang Xing walked towards Lin Qingyu holding the basketball, lifted up his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face: "Qingyu, how was my performance? Was it handsome?"
"Not bad." Lin Qingyu returned his phone and coat to him, "Do you have something to tell me?"
Jiang Xing thought about it and said, "It seems that there is none."
"Then why do you look back at me every time you score a goal? I don't understand."
Jiang Xing choked up and asked, "Did I really do that?"
"Um."
Jiang Xing said slowly: "That's probably because I'm naive. This is my first time in love, please understand."
"Okay." Lin Qingyu said, "Where would you like to eat?"
The cafeteria was overcrowded and it was not convenient to take Lin Qingyu to the classroom. Jiang Xing took the lunch box from Lin Qingyu and said, "Let's go to the football field? Just treat it as a picnic."
The football field is covered with artificial grass, and sitting on it to eat is quite an elegant experience. Lin Qingyu nodded: "Okay."
There were almost no people in the playground at lunchtime. The two of them sat next to the gate, with Jiang Xing's school uniform under them. Jiang Xing opened the lunch box. The top layer was stir-fried beef with green onions and sweet and sour pork tenderloin. There was a partition between the two dishes to prevent the flavors from mixing. The second layer was two green vegetables, stir-fried okra and salad cucumber. The sealed jar for the soup contained tea tree mushroom, fig and duck soup that had been simmering for half a day. At the bottom was a thick layer of rice, and on top of the rice was a braised chicken leg. In addition to these, Auntie also prepared a box of sliced cantaloupe.
Lin Qingyu reminded him: "It is not advisable to eat immediately after strenuous exercise. You can eat some fruit first."
Jiang Xing picked up a piece of cantaloupe with a toothpick and handed it to Lin Qingyu's mouth: "Open your mouth."
Hami melon is sweet and juicy, with smooth flesh, and is a simple delicacy. As Lin Qingyu chewed slowly, she heard Jiang Xing say, "Auntie's plating skills seem to have declined today. It's not as beautiful as the past few 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 fault of the traffic light."
Jiang Xing didn't understand: "Huh?"
"The traffic light at your intersection only stays green for five seconds. In order to bring you food, I had to run on the street with a lunch box in my arms. The lunch box was bumped around, so the food inside was naturally messed up." Lin Qingyu said coldly, "Is there something wrong with that traffic light? I really hate it. Is there any way to get rid of it? I don't want to have to run this way every time I go out. If I were in Dayu, I would uproot it."
Lin Qingyu looked stern, but Jiang Xing laughed out loud, a hearty, flamboyant and unrestrained laugh.
Lin Qingyu frowned: "How can you still laugh?"
Jiang Xing not only laughed, but he laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up. The basketball placed beside him was hit by his elbow and rolled to the side with a thud.
Lin Qingyu: “…”
"As the prime minister of a country, the first enemy he made after coming to the modern era was actually...!" Jiang Xing pointed to the top of his head and said with a smile, "You are so cute that my health bar is almost empty, Qingyu baby."
Lin Qingyu frowned: "I don't understand." He had only seen health bars in games, so where did Jiang Xing get his health bar?
Jiang Xing laughed so hard that he was speechless. While smiling, he took out his mobile phone and searched which relevant department he should report to if there was a problem with the traffic light.
Lin Qingyu was completely confused: "What's so funny?"
Jiang Xing didn't know how to explain his feelings to Lin Qingyu. He simply wanted to laugh, and couldn't help but smile as soon as he saw Lin Qingyu, especially after Lin Qingyu said such cute words.
Lin Qingyu, who still couldn't get an explanation, was quite impatient: "Jiang wake up!"
Finally, a few students left, and only he and Jiang Xing were left on the playground. Jiang Xing finally stopped laughing and said, "You asked me what I was laughing at, but I don't know..."
As he spoke, Jiang Xing seemed to be unable to hold back any longer and lowered his head to kiss his lips.
The dusk is amber, and the evening breeze blows lazily. The basketball rolled and rolled, and finally stopped in the football net. Even time seemed to stop at this moment.
He and Jiang Xing sat on the grass on campus and kissed quietly.
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