Chapter 60 Are you okay?
Ji Beichi walked behind the group of people, carrying a backpack and holding a delivery box in his arms. He planned to go back to the dormitory first and then go to work in the dessert shop.
I heard some discussions coming from the front.
Ji Beichi slowed down his pace a little and subconsciously clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly with his fingers.
Lin Tian likes him?
Ji Beichi's mouth curled into a faint smile with a hint of self-mockery and bitterness.
The smile was fleeting.
like?
Is that the way to treat him?
Even though the person who beat him before was not the Lin Tian he knew now.
But it was indeed Lin Tian who hurt him later.
The hotel brought him shame and humiliation.
Like scars that are difficult to heal.
It was plaguing his heart, making it impossible for him to face Lin Tian calmly.
What made him even more embarrassed was that
There were several intimate contacts, and he actually took the initiative to ask Lin Tian for it.
When I think about this.
Ji Beichi just felt his face burning hot.
His heart was filled with shame and regret, and he felt more and more ashamed to stand in front of Lin Tian again.
He emphasized it over and over again in his mind.
I was not gay before, and I am not gay now.
As for what kind of feelings he has towards Lin Tian.
Are there any ingredients you like?
His mind was in chaos, blurry and white.
I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly.
He even resisted thinking.
Why did he feel a hint of secret happiness when doing those things with Lin Tian?
This feeling scared him and he just wanted to escape as far away as possible.
Ji Beichi's heart is complex and contradictory.
Having lacked love since childhood, he seemed to have never been treated with true kindness by anyone.
From childhood to adulthood, the people he met most often were those who sympathized with him.
No matter how good his grades are or how outstanding he is, praise for him is always accompanied by discussions about his family and other things that may hurt him, which only feels pity for him.
Lin Tian once helped him treat the wound on his hand and gave him a bouquet of flowers.
It was enough to move him for a long time.
However.
After all, this feeling of being touched could not offset the hatred he felt towards Lin Tian.
When he was with Lin Tian, he would always be reminded of what happened in the hotel.
That was his first time, being bullied in that narrow and shabby room. Although he didn't remember the scene at that time, he would feel suffocated whenever he recalled that place.
And facing Lin Tianshi.
The feeling of inferiority that followed him like a shadow seemed to be able to completely drown him.
This feeling of inferiority is even stronger than hatred.
He gave up the idea of revenge and only wanted to escape.
Completely cut off all contact with Lin Tian.
He felt that it would be best if there was no relationship between them.
Now Lin Tian doesn't like him anymore.
He thought he would be relieved.
But the fact is.
When I heard the news that Lin Tian might be with someone else.
His heart would tighten instantly.
A sour and swollen feeling surged into his heart, making him so uncomfortable that he couldn't sit still. He felt so anxious as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart.
Ji Beichi shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of everything about Lin Tian.
Inadvertently looking up.
I caught a glimpse of four boys walking across the street.
One of the boys was casually tossing a basketball in his hand.
The boy's bright pink hair swayed slightly with his movements.
The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he heard something interesting said by his companion next to him.
The smile spread from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows to the corners of his mouth.
The whole person exudes a youthful feeling and is full of energy.
Ji Beichi's eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze lingered briefly on the boy with pink hair.
Then he lowered his head and quickened his pace.
As he walked, he took out his cell phone and tapped the screen quickly.
It seems to be particularly busy.
But in reality.
He didn't even see clearly what was displayed on the phone screen.
Lin Tian stopped and looked back across the street.
When Yu Liao, Xu Ce and Hao Jia saw him stop, they also stopped.
The three of them followed his gaze and looked diagonally behind them in confusion.
I saw a few girls and boys walking together, talking and laughing.
Hao Jia scratched his head and asked doubtfully:
"Master Lin, what's wrong?"
Lin Tian retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelashes, took a sip of the drink in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and said calmly:
"Nothing, let's go."
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm orange glow over the entire stadium.
On the court.
Many boys are playing basketball.
The sneakers rubbed against the ground frequently, making a sharp and rapid "squeaking" sound.
The basketball hit the ground violently again and again.
There were "bang bang" sounds one after another.
Lin Tian and his three companions just stepped onto the court.
A basketball flew towards Lin Tian's head without any warning.
That's extremely fast.
If a basketball hits your head, you will be dizzy for a while.
The three people standing next to Lin Tian were shocked and wanted to help Lin Tian block the flying basketball.
However, before they could react.
Lin Tian has raised his hand.
The action seemed casual, but he caught the flying basketball steadily and accurately.
The people around who saw this scene all stared at Lin Tian.
His face was full of surprise and shock.
Some people couldn't help but marvel.
“He actually caught it?”
“So strong!”
Lin Tian raised his eyes and looked straight at the boy who was smiling at him not far away.
I saw that the boy was tall and strong.
He is at least 1.9 meters tall, about the same height as Lin Tian.
He was wearing a black jersey with the number "19" on it standing out.
His wheat-colored skin exudes a healthy glow, and his well-defined facial features reveal an innate wildness.
The boy saw Lin Tian catch the basketball easily.
I was stunned at first.
But soon, a playful smile crept up the corners of his mouth.
He put his hands to his mouth, made a megaphone gesture, and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Oh, sorry. I wasn't paying attention when I threw the ball just now. I used too much force. Are you okay? If you are, could you please throw the ball back?"
The tone is frivolous and arrogant.
There wasn't a hint of sincerity in his apology on his face; it was obvious that he was deliberately provoking him.
And no matter how the basketball was thrown, it was impossible for it to fly towards the front door. It was obviously intentional.
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