Chapter 11 The exclamation made Liu Duanhe...
The exclamation made Liu Duanhe subconsciously look up, and driven by a strange feeling, he reflexively turned to his left.
The sound of the basketball sending wind through Liu Duanhe's hair flying even when he was still, followed by a chorus of screams behind him.
With a loud "bang!", the rapidly spinning ball slammed into the chairs in the same row, causing them to tremble. A scream erupted in the stadium, and the people on the field were startled and stopped in their tracks. As the referee instinctively blew his whistle in warning, Feng Xingyun rushed into the stands in three steps.
Liu Duanhe's heart was still pounding. He had just sat up and hadn't even had time to see where the ball had landed when a dry, hot breath suddenly rushed towards him.
He rushed over, his expression revealing his sudden panic. Feng Xingyun's breath was hot, and his hand gripped his shoulder like an iron clamp. "Are you alright?"
Feng Xingyun glanced at the crowd behind him, his expression extremely cold and stern. The person who threw the ball was someone from the neighboring courtyard who didn't get along with Feng Xingyun and always liked to use some low-class tricks when playing ball.
He deliberately bumped into Feng Xingyun, but he didn't expect to pass the ball with too much force, which caused it to hit the stands.
Liu Duanhe followed his gaze and looked over. Fortunately, he dodged quickly. He had already been hospitalized once for a head injury, and if he had been hit again, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
Thinking of this, Liu Duanhe's expression deepened. If it was an accidental mishap, that would be fine, as he wasn't an unreasonable person. But if it was malicious targeting, he would let him know that he was not someone to be trifled with.
The man was a little flustered when Feng Xingyun glanced at him. If Feng Xingyun pointed him out on the spot, Liu Duanhe had an amazing background. He didn't believe that rich people could be kind-hearted. What if Feng Xingyun held a grudge against him and tripped him up?
Wu Keneng's animalistic nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong made him keenly aware of the limits of how disgusting people should be. For example, Feng Xingyun was too lazy to bother with his previous petty actions.
But things are different now. Feng Xingyun seems to have a pretty good relationship with Liu Duanhe. His deadpan face can even show other expressions. When the ball hits Liu Duanhe, Wu Ke even saw fear and panic on Feng Xingyun's face, in addition to disdain and mockery.
Wu Ke's heart felt like it had sunk into an icy lake; his legs were so stiff that he dared not move.
The most terrifying state is waiting in the dark without knowing the outcome, but this time it was truly an accident. Wu Ke wished he could go back five minutes immediately; he would never have thrown that basketball!
Liu Duanhe was helped up by Feng Xingyun, but the sudden accident still had an effect. His head was burning, he was dizzy, and the aftereffects of the concussion were still acting up.
After seeing the situation clearly, his rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down. A basketball, although it could still injure someone, was thankfully not a sharp object.
He has faced numerous dangers since childhood, including kidnapping attempts, human traffickers, scammers, and people with extreme personalities who wanted to run him over. The most serious injury he has ever suffered was when he fell in the bathroom half a month ago. He just hopes he didn't run into another mentally ill person.
Liu Duanhe glanced sideways at Feng Xingyun, who was supporting him. The crowd gathered around brought a surge of heat in the late autumn, but what was even more intense was Feng Xingyun's rough hands gripping his shoulders and arms.
He had clearly touched the basketball rolling on the ground, and who knows how much dust and bacteria it contained, but Liu Duanhe didn't think about these things that he used to care about.
He leaned against Feng Xingyun's shoulder, his slightly long hair soft and fine. Because of Feng Xingyun's movements, it gently tickled his neck and collarbone, and his prominent Adam's apple slid due to the itch.
Liu Duanhe was still trying to figure out the changes in Feng Xingyun's expression not long ago.
Although Feng Xingyun was his boyfriend, Liu Duanhe was still a little surprised by the awkward and slightly flustered expression on his face when he hurriedly helped him up.
Overall, it's not bad; after all, who would complain about having another person who cares about them?
Feng Xingyun was still half-squatting, one knee almost touching the ground, holding his shoulder, as if trying to see through his clothes to see if he was injured inside.
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Duanhe still didn't pull down his tanned hand, but simply placed his hand on it and patted it gently, saying, "I'm fine, the ball just grazed past me."
At such close range, Feng Xingyun's vibrant energy was so intense that his thin vest couldn't block out his scorching body temperature, making him feel like a furnace, or a volcano under a glacier—a stark contrast.
Feng Xingyun was startled by the smooth, warm touch of the back of his hand, only then realizing how ambiguous his posture was with Liu Duanhe. The people around them were all staring intently at them, their faces full of excited anticipation.
His arm stiffened for a moment, then slowly lowered and hung at his side. Liu Duanhe keenly noticed Feng Xingyun's unease, and without hesitation, pushed him away to sit up, repeating, "It's okay, I dodged in time and wasn't hit."
Feng Xingyun nodded. "That's good."
He turned his head and said coldly, "Wu Ke, you almost hit someone, don't you know how to apologize?"
It would be difficult for the culprit to escape. Thousands of eyes were watching the actions below, and they could see the movements clearly, not to mention the teammates on the field who could see everything perfectly.
They were all college students, and most of them hadn't developed a thick skin yet. Their sense of right and wrong was more black and white. The few people standing next to Wu Ke were afraid of being misunderstood as having thrown the ball, so they immediately took a few steps to the side and pushed him back, urging him to "go apologize quickly."
With some pushing and shoving from his teammates, Wu Ke finally came over. Being pointed out not only shattered his wishful thinking but also reduced his original fear to some extent.
He walked forward cautiously, and the few steps he took almost made him collapse to the ground.
After Liu Duanhe suppressed his gentle expression, the coldness in his handsome face began to show. Anything taken to an extreme will always make people keep their distance.
When Liu Duanhe was expressionless, his handsomeness was magnified to an almost eerie degree. If he always maintained this attitude towards others, no one would dare to stop him from expressing his admiration.
Wu Ke was completely oblivious to the students around him taking pictures and enjoying the handsome young man's leisurely mood. His eyes trembled, his back felt weak, and he forced a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, Liu, I almost accidentally hit you."
Upon getting closer, Wu Ke's first reaction was that Liu Duanhe was really tall, almost as tall as him, a national second-level basketball player. However, he heard that Liu Duanhe was a swimmer, so his height was not surprising.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he also felt intense humiliation. After saying this, he lowered his head, his face flushed.
Her white teeth were exposed, and she smiled in a half-smile as she followed his movements. She looked up at him and in a short while, Liu Duanhe roughly figured out Wu Ke's temperament.
Shallow and ignorant, yet unaware of his own stupidity, flaunting his self-righteousness—a mediocre person with a mind of their own, a classic example of a useless teammate.
Even sitting down, looking up at Wu Ke, Liu Duanhe's aura was even more noble because he wasn't smiling. He didn't feel uneasy about being looked down upon, and calmly repeated, "Was it an accident?"
Seeing that Wu Ke was stammering and unable to apologize, his face flushed as if he was very embarrassed, his friend in the same courtyard gave him a hard elbow to the waist and back, and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a low warning, "Say it quickly."
Wu Ke's face turned bright red, and he said cautiously, "I'm sorry, I threw that ball by accident just now, I didn't expect it to almost hit you." He forced a slightly ingratiating smile.
Feng Xingyun scoffed coldly, but Wu Kequan pretended not to hear.
After Liu Duanhe understood him, he became increasingly impatient with his performance and subtle expressions. He suppressed his emotions, smiled slightly, and acted as if the unpleasantness had never happened, making his previous silence seem like an illusion.
"Okay, even though I'm not injured."
"But next time you play, remember this accident and don't make the same mistake again."
Wu Ke nodded repeatedly, hoping that Liu Duanhe would let him off the hook.
Feng Xingyun couldn't stand his disgusting, fawning manner any longer. He walked up to Liu Duanhe, wiping the dust off his hands with a tissue, and said to the captain of their college's basketball team, "Our college will never have another match with your college. You don't need to worry about the next time."
He sneered and glanced at Wu Ke, "Especially certain individuals, don't even think about it."
Wu Ke was stung by his words, and his expression changed somewhat uncontrollably. He really still hated Feng Xingyun's mouth; it was like a knife, always choosing the right moment to stab someone.
He always seems to get all the good things, leaving people with nothing but envy.
Fortunately, Liu Duanhe didn't seem to intend to hold it against him, which relieved him.
Seeing that Liu Duanhe was alright, the crowd gradually dispersed under the direction of the captain and referee from the other courtyard and returned to their seats.
Once out of the spotlight, Feng Xingyun immediately said, "Do you want to go to the hospital later? You don't look well."
Liu Duanhe paused for a moment, then patted his arm reassuringly. This time, with their body temperatures directly touching, his resistance almost disappeared. The original minty herbal scent on Feng Xingyun's body was mixed with the rising heat, and the smell didn't bother him.
With the previous groundwork laid and the simple skin-to-skin contact with Feng Xingyun, the current touch was much more acceptable.
Liu Duanhe's germaphobia is actually more like obsessive-compulsive disorder. He won't show symptoms in front of people he can accept, but there are very few people he can accept. Currently, there are only two or three people, including his grandfather, the old housekeeper who watched him grow up, and Aunt Zhao.
The others dispersed, but the team members didn't leave. After all, Feng Xingyun seemed very nervous before, and they were worried that something might be wrong. Liu Duanhe then explained gently, "You guys continue the game. Don't worry about me. I just have a bit of a headache. It's an old problem. You guys must have prepared for the game for a long time. Let's finish this game."
A note from the author:
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I'll have to finish the remaining 500 words tomorrow; I'm too tired, I'll fall asleep standing up. [Rabbit head with upright ears]
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