Chapter 49 Huaihua Machinery Factory 7
When they reached the warehouse door, Xing Jian seemed to remember something and turned around, "Brother Ma, I want to go play basketball with Brother Da Jun. Let's go together."
Ma Xiangqian didn't accept Xingjian's invitation. He didn't live in the staff dormitory like Xingjian and the others. If he didn't go home soon, Madam Ma would come to arrest him. He raised the faded watch on his wrist and said, "If I don't go home in another twenty minutes, your sister-in-law will chase me with a spatula in hand."
When Xing Jian staggered to the basketball court alone, Feng Dajun and the others had already played several rounds.
The sun shone on the court, stretching out the running and leaping figures. Xing Jian looked at the people playing on the court with a melancholy expression, feeling a little lonely for a moment.
Feng Dajun had sharp eyes and spotted Xing Jian walking over at once. He strode to Xing Jian's side and put his arm around Xing Jian's shoulders. "You kid, you came without even saying hello. Come on, play a round."
Unexpectedly, Xingjian shook his head and said, "Brother Dajun, I don't know how to fight."
No one is born with the ability to play basketball, so Feng Dajun asked Xingjian to watch and learn from the sidelines, and then let him play later.
Xingjian had come into contact with basketball in the previous world. Although he was not very good at it, he still had the skills to play a game with others on the court. It was just that his original body had never been exposed to it. Although there was no one here that the original owner knew, for safety reasons, Xingjian pretended that he could not play and sat aside blankly.
Feng Dajun, who had played several games, looked at Xingjian in a trance and threw the ball in his hand to Xingjian. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the ball fell steadily into Xingjian's arms.
Understanding Feng Dajun's look, Xingjian came on the field.
He was not as tall as Feng Dajun, but he hit much harder than Feng Dajun. A few of his pitches surprised everyone on the field.
As Xing Jian, a sweat-stained face, was exhausted and retreating from the court, Feng Dajun's big hand slammed him hard on the back, his sweaty arm squeezing him painfully. "If you don't join the basketball team for the spring sports meeting, I will carry you there!"
Looking at Feng Dajun's sincere smile beside him, Xingjian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, is this the strength of the male protagonist in the plot? Even when the poor young man who suddenly appeared stole his limelight, Xingjian didn't see a trace of jealousy on his face.
It was not until the sun had completely set that the few of them waved goodbye. Feng Dajun and Xingjian did not live in the same dormitory building, so Xingjian walked alone in the opposite direction.
On the way upstairs, he met his neighbor Lin Zhenguo. Xingjian greeted him with a smile. After a few words of greeting, Xingjian couldn't wait to leave.
After playing basketball, Xingjian felt that he sweated more than when he was working in the warehouse. He wanted to rush into the bathroom and take a shower, but he had no money. Xingjian walked while thinking about the feasibility of borrowing money to take a shower.
He felt for the crumpled banknotes in his pocket - it cost two cents to take a shower in the factory area. He had collected bottles and sold them as scrap in the past few days to get three five-cent banknotes, which was obviously not enough to pay for a shower.
He walked to the dormitory door, took out the key and inserted it, but found that the dormitory door was not locked. He frowned and wondered: I clearly locked the door when I went to work in the morning. Xing Jian touched his head and put the key away. When he pushed the door open, he found Cheng Yan standing in front of the bed, packing something.
"Brother Cheng, you're back." Xing Jian's tone was a little excited, but Cheng Yan didn't turn around. He was still tidying up the things on the bed and ignored Xing Jian's greeting.
Feeling that Cheng Yan seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, Xing Jian did not bother himself any more, but in this situation, Xing Jian could not bring up the topic of taking a bath.
Just when Xing Jian was still thinking about how to open the topic, he heard Cheng Yan's low voice say: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xing Jian shook his head and a bright smile appeared on his face: "I just played basketball with Brother Da Jun and the others. I'm in great shape." As he spoke, he raised his thin arms, trying to show his "biceps" to Cheng Yan.
Then they talked about how fun playing basketball was and enthusiastically invited Cheng Yan to play with them next time.
"Isn't it enough to have Feng Dajun accompany you?" Xing Jian heard Cheng Yan sneer, with a barely perceptible hint of sourness in his words.
Xingjian could sense some sarcasm in his words, but in order to have a good bath, he decided to ignore that little bit of abnormality.
Once he started talking, Xingjian kept talking, all the way to yesterday when the light bulb suddenly broke when he was in the basement.
There was no light in the room, and Cheng Yan's figure was hidden in the shadow under the bed, looking a little eerie. However, the occasional sounds of other workers playing outside the window diluted the inexplicable weirdness in Xing Jian's heart.
He swallowed and lowered his voice unconsciously: "Brother Cheng, actually, I wasn't scared by the light bulb in the basement. I saw something strange in the basement. It was some incense ash and some yellow paper. Then the light bulb suddenly went out."
Xing Jian's voice trembled slightly as if he was really scared, and then he saw Cheng Yan, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly stand up and walk towards him.
Xingjian's hand quietly touched the bundle placed beside the bed. There was nothing in the bundle, but hitting the person in front of him suddenly should buy him some time to escape.
He could feel a dangerous aura emanating from Cheng Yan, like a beast about to hunt, about to pounce on him on the bed and tear his flesh apart.
"How have you taken a bath these days?" Cheng Yan's face was almost touching Xing Jian's. Xing Jian's hand, which was originally holding the bag, was also pressed tightly against the bed by Cheng Yan. The other's palm was burning hot, and the thick calluses on his knuckles made his wrist bones hurt.
"Ah?" Xing Jian was a little confused when he heard what Cheng Yan said inexplicably. Why did he suddenly ask this? What about the incense ash?
"I washed in the dormitory and didn't make the room dirty. I mopped the floor thoroughly after washing." Xing Jian wasn't sure what this sinister-looking guy in front of him wanted to do. Did he find out that he was using his basin?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used your basin without your consent." Xing Jian continued, looking at Cheng Yan's face as he spoke.
Xing Jian noticed that the man's face had darkened, but the strength in his hand had loosened considerably. He stood up and let go of Xing Jian's hand. "If there's no money in your piggy bank next time, just tell me. I'll take you to the grocery store to buy some things."
Before Xing Jian could react, Cheng Yan pulled his hand and walked all the way to the grocery store. However, after entering the convenience store and looking at the dazzling array of things in the store, he couldn't think of anything else.
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