After separating from Qin Yan, Jing Cheng went to the men's restroom alone.
Before I even entered, I could hear the sound of chattering and laughing coming from inside.
"Hey? I heard that your class is going to have a basketball game with Class A later?" a boy asked with a smile.
"We didn't prepare in advance, so it can't really be considered a competition. We're just having fun." Another boy answered nonchalantly. His voice was cold, giving people the feeling that he didn't care about anything.
Not only did someone turn on the faucet, but the water rushed down, and it seemed that the tap water splashed on people, causing a few dissatisfied curses.
"Just playing around? The class beauty Feng in our class is still calling out to the female classmates in the class, clamoring to be a cheerleader for the students in Class A."
"No, why is it Class A, not our class?" A third voice interrupted with a strange tone, as if dissatisfied.
"Tsk tsk, have you forgotten who is in Class A?" said the first voice.
"Qin Yan." The cold voice sounded again, and after a pause, he said, "Oh, and Jing Er."
"I know Qin Yan, he's the face of our international class. But who is Jing Er? Is it the Jing Er I know?" someone asked.
...
...
The sound penetrated the heavy door panels and reached Jing Cheng's ears, successfully stopping him from entering.
"You're not mistaken, it's that trash, Jing Cheng." The cold voice answered.
Jing Cheng: “…”
Jing Cheng was a little emotional, thinking, how come I am trash? So this is how his classmates see him?
After calming himself down, he remembered that the voices inside were unfamiliar to him. They should not be people he knew. Since he didn't know them, they must be people that Yuan Jingcheng had provoked.
After thinking about it, he felt that it would be embarrassing to go in, so he turned around and changed direction. He remembered that there was also a public toilet on the west side of the teaching building.
After Jing Cheng left, the conversation inside continued.
"Is it really him? How could this guy transfer to our school? Isn't his home in Xiangyang District?"
"I was persuaded to leave again."
"Didn't Fu Tangan say that Jing Er was in trouble this time? It seems that Jing Er hit a girl from their school while speeding and had to transfer to another school."
"Dead? F*ck, are their family so awesome that they could save him like this?"
"I don't know. Fu Tangan's words are not certain. You might as well trust a turtle than him."
"No, then give me a definite answer!"
"What the hell is wrong with you! Hurry up and pee, then go to the playground."
"Mr. You, how is it? If we see that bastard on the playground later..."
"Get him!"
The voice that answered carried a hint of a cold smile.
…
On the playground.
"Why are you so slow?" Qin Yan held the basketball in one hand and shouted loudly in one direction - Jing Cheng's direction.
Jing Cheng heard the voice and looked over.
In a short time, Qin Yan had changed his clothes into a hurdle vest, cropped shorts, and sneakers.
He had long arms and legs and stood there straight with his back to the sun. The sunlight covered his whole body, coating his entire body with a layer of golden glow, making him look indescribably heroic.
He looked at Jing Cheng, his eyes and eyebrows full of smiles.
Jing Cheng's original depressed mood caused by Yuan Jing Cheng disappeared in an instant.
If there is one thing that can make him feel truly happy since coming to this world.
It’s Qin Yan.
Be it his familiar appearance, his special physique, or...his sincerity towards himself.
They all make Jingcheng feel that he is a real person, rather than a substitute for the original Jingcheng.
so……
Jing Cheng looked at the handsome young man walking towards him and thought that he must lure him into the Taoist sect!
Qin Yan felt strange when he saw Jing Cheng didn't answer him but stared at him. He said unnaturally, "Does it take you so long to go to the toilet? I thought you fell into the toilet."
Jing Cheng: “…I didn’t.”
Jing Cheng stared at him. If he could still fall into the toilet at such an old age, would he still be alive?
Qin Yan's breath was held when he was stared at by him, and he said awkwardly: "I was just making a metaphor, I didn't really say that you fell into the toilet."
"How can you use the metaphor of falling into the toilet? Isn't it dirty?" Jing Cheng said unhappily. What's the difference between this and saying he fell into a cesspool? Is it insulting?
Qin Yan didn't expect that he would argue with him on this issue. It was just a joke. Was there any need to take it seriously?
Qin Yu could only explain incoherently: "The toilets in our school are very clean, and they flush automatically, so you won't get dirty with feces or urine if you fall in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yan fell silent.
Jing Cheng: “…”
Qin Yan: “…”
Why are they exchanging such idiotic dialogue?
The two looked at each other, and Jing Cheng swiftly changed the subject, "It's autumn now, you're wearing so little, aren't you cold?"
Qin Yan thought of the conversation between the two of them just now and wanted to laugh for some reason. He suppressed his smile and turned his head to the side: "I will sweat in a while. Besides, it is not convenient to wear too much when playing basketball."
Jing Cheng glanced at him and wondered what was wrong with this kid?
Having seizures at irregular intervals?
"You change your clothes first. I just talked to the coach and he asked you to be a substitute first." Qin Yan said. After thinking for a while, he felt that the word "substitute" didn't sound good, so he added, "You watch our game first, and then you can play in the next game."
Jing Cheng was confused by what he heard. After all, he had never played basketball before, nor had he seen anyone else play it. He might as well just watch and learn.
So he listened to the other party and went to the gymnasium locker room to change clothes.
Ten minutes later, Jing Cheng sat on the bench and observed.
There were more than ten people on the court trying to grab the ball, arguing back and forth until their faces turned red and their necks became thick.
There were many people standing outside the stadium, especially girls, who were excitedly waving flags and cheering for the boys on the field.
The basketball goes into the basket.
The audience outside the stadium cheered and screamed hysterically.
The basketball didn't go into the basket.
The audience outside the stadium threw bottles and cursed, and many people shouted "It's just an idiot! Change the player quickly!"
Like a monkey show.
Jing Cheng looked at it for a long time and came to this conclusion.
A few minutes later, the coach blew the whistle for a timeout, indicating that the game was over.
Qin Yan came over panting, sat next to Jing Cheng, picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
Jing Cheng saw the sweat on his forehead dripping down one by one.
Is it that hot?
"How is it? You play my position?" Qin Yan took a sip of water and his breath became much more stable. "Small forward."
Jing Cheng recalled Qin Yan's performance on the court just now. It was very simple to score by throwing the ball into the basketball hoop.
Nodding, Jing Cheng said seriously: "Okay."
A minute later, the coach blew the whistle, signaling the start of the next game.
Jing Cheng walked into the court slowly and leisurely, his steps light, and anyone could see that he was calm and composed.
Qin Yan stared at his back and for some reason had a bad feeling.
A player from Class B was stunned when he saw that it was Qin Yan who left the court and someone else came on. "No, Qin Yan was injured just now?"
After torturing their class so badly, you just say that he's going to leave when he's done. Are you looking down on them?
The players from Class A also looked at Jing Cheng suspiciously: "Can you do it?"
Hearing the suspicion and displeasure in their tone, Jing Cheng felt unhappy. How could he not be able to do such a simple exercise?
"Come on! Just give it a try and you'll know."
Seeing that he had a cold and arrogant look and a very confident tone, as if he didn't take them seriously, everyone thought that he was very capable and put away their contempt.
Especially the players in Class B, their hearts were filled with alarm. Qin Yan had already made them lose face, and they couldn't let this kid step on their faces again.
Jing Cheng didn't notice that just when he turned around, two players from Class B suddenly looked at each other. They looked at Jing Cheng's back with malice flashing across their faces.
Half a minute later, the whistle blew.
Two players from different classes stood on the center line, staring at the basketball in the coach's hands.
Jing Cheng was infected by their tense atmosphere and began to get nervous unconsciously.
He shook his wrist, exhaled lightly, and looked forward.
The ball was thrown high up, and when it was about to fall, the boy in Class A reached out first to move the basketball, and then someone quickly grabbed the basketball and turned around.
The boy's action seemed to open a gate.
The next second, all the male students in the stadium started moving.
Only Jing Cheng stood there.
Jing Cheng thought, what should I do now? Should I run over and grab the ball like them?
Qin Yan, who was sitting on the bench: "..."
Without Qin Yan, the main player, Class A's condition declined visibly. Although Class A got the ball first, it was quickly snatched away by the main player of Class B.
Jing Cheng didn't know what he should do, but standing in the middle of the court was too stupid, so he just ran slowly.
But even when he ran, his state was obviously different from the others. The others were all scrambling for the ball, running at speeds like a violent storm, and lightning and thunder could be heard when they passed by each other. Only he was as still as a mountain, leisurely like a quiet ink painting.
It's like being an outsider.
The audience outside the venue was confused. What's wrong with this guy?
Some even speculated: "Did Qin Yan beat Class B so badly in the last game that he sent this guy to do nothing this time, in order to avoid embarrassing Class B?"
Another person said categorically: "I suspect there is a py transaction."
Seeing Jing Cheng actually circling the court slowly, the male students in Class A collapsed and yelled in between grabbing the ball: "Brother! Why aren't you moving?!"
Jing Cheng asked stupidly: "Didn't I move?"
"Grab the ball! Shoot! Do you know how to play basketball?!"
Jing Cheng: “…”
So Jing Cheng started to grab the ball. At this time, the ball was in the hands of a student from Class B. The student holding the ball was named You Chi, and he was said to be the class hunk of Class B. This was the information Jing Cheng had just learned from the audience.
Jing Cheng saw that he really looked like a human being, but a little feminine, with a narrow forehead, a short and thin philtrum, and short and light eyebrows. People of this type are scheming and vengeful, and like to cheat behind people's backs.
Definitely not a good person.
Sure enough, just as Jing Cheng was about to approach him, the basketball in You Chi's hand suddenly flew out of his hand and hit Jing Cheng's face.
Qin Yan, who was outside the field, was the first to notice You Chi's actions. He frowned, stood up and rushed over.
The two men were not far apart, and the basketball was covered in dust and sweat. The throwing force was so great that one could almost hear the sound of the basketball breaking through the air.
If this hits you in the face, you'll be hurt for a while.
At this time, two people from Class B appeared out of nowhere, surrounded him on the left and right, blocking Jing Cheng's retreat.
In a flash, Jing Cheng saw the corners of You Chi's mouth twitch into a meaningful smile.
Jing Cheng: “…”
Oh, so they are coming for him?
So Jing Cheng smiled at him in return. You Chi on the opposite side was stunned. How could he smile in this situation?
Just when the basketball was about to hit Jing Cheng's face, he suddenly moved. The two generals, Heng Ha, on his left and right, stared at him closely, with eyes that seemed as if they wanted to nail him to the spot.
At this moment, Jing Cheng suddenly leaned back, almost tilting his body at a 45-degree angle to the ground, and kicked the basketball back with force.
With the same intensity.
"What the hell?!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
The next second, there was a loud "bang".
When everyone looked over, they saw You Chi kneeling on the ground with one hand covering his nose. Blood was flowing out from between his fingers, soon staining his hands red.
His other hand pointed in Jingcheng's direction, as if accusing him of his behavior.
Jing Cheng raised his eyebrows and said in a casual tone: "Why are you pointing at me? Who told you to stand there?"
Onlookers: “…”
Look, is this human language?
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