Ning Xi plays very steadily on the court, his movements are smooth and he is neither impatient nor anxious. In addition, he speaks little and has no expression, and he plays a leading role, which often makes his opponents want to get rid of him.
There are only a few possible outcomes: flagrant fouls and verbal provocations, or some people with poor sportsmanship use despicable tactics.
There was a lot of cheers on the court. Ning Xi didn't wear basketball shoes that day, so his ankle was not protected and easily sprained, so his movements were a little slower than usual. However, after a fast break, he still led the school team to take the initiative of the whole court.
The school team coach hadn't seen Ning Xi participate in such a formal competition for a long time. After all, he was his favorite student back then, so he couldn't help but get excited and commanded, "Copy him!"
Ning Xi went there on impulse at the moment.
He didn't know who was good at what or how to arrange the cooperation, so he had to play alone and catch up with the score first.
Ning Xi took the ball, replaced Xing Cheng's position, took the ball passed by Ying Yuchen, made a change of direction, dribbled quickly to the basket, and made a hook layup!
The opponent has no way of defending this kind of player who protects the ball and hooks the ball into the basket.
Ning Xi's advantage is that he is not particularly strong and his movements are agile. It is difficult to find his explosive point and he feels like he is always in a half-point state. But it is precisely this relaxed feeling that can hold the key to this game.
Ning Xi made two more mid-range shots to tie the score.
A long-awaited cheer broke out from the sidelines, and everyone shouted: "MVP (Most Valuable Player)!"
This means the best player on the court, but Ning Xi hasn't heard this title for himself for a long time. His jumping ability is not as good as Xing Cheng's, so he can't block shots. Plus, he usually plays as a guard, so his main skills are dribbling and commanding tactics.
After the tie, Ning Xi's aggressiveness decreased a little.
There were still thirty seconds left in the final quarter. He stood outside the three-point line, passed the ball to Ying Yuchen, quickly rushed into the three-point line, took a step back, and took the ball passed by Ying Yuchen!
Ning Xi stared at the edge of the basket, lowered his knees, pushed off the ground, and shot with all his might. The basketball lightly touched the backboard and went straight into the net!
The ball went in, a three-pointer at the buzzer!
The ball hasn't even landed yet when the referee blew the whistle and the game ended.
Our school team narrowly won the victory, only three points more than the off-campus team, just the right three points.
When I was a student, if there was a conflict on the sports field and a winner was decided, then the loser would be the loser and would quickly pack up his things and leave. Next time, he would either not come to this place or he would be defeated again.
As soon as Ning Xi came off the field, a group of people surrounded him, and Xing Cheng immediately chased after him. Seeing Xing Cheng coming, the young men in the team consciously made way for him. Xing Cheng loves his brother very much, everyone knows that.
Xing Cheng ignored their curious looks, unfolded a tissue and wanted to give it to Ning Xi, but he reached out and grabbed it.
Ning Xi wiped the sweat off his face, still panting, his face flushed, his eyelashes wet: "I can do it myself."
Ning Xi suddenly remembered the purpose of going downstairs. He picked up the coat handed to him by his teammate, took out the school card from his pocket and handed it over: "School card, thank you."
Xing Cheng was stunned: "You came down just to get my school card?"
Ning Xi didn't nod, he wiped the sweat off his face, unzipped his jacket and pulled it together: "Well, I have to go to evening study."
After saying that, Ning Xi turned around and left without even saying hello to Ying Yuchen.
After evening self-study, Xingcheng was carrying a schoolbag with half of the backpack strap hanging. It was so new that it looked like it had rarely been carried.
As soon as school was over, he would go to the stairs of the senior grade and wait, sitting on the cold floor until 9:30 in the evening, although the second grade was actually over at 8:30.
Xingcheng actually skipped a grade when he was in the second year of junior high school and volunteered to take the direct promotion test. The results were not much different from those of his classmates in the third year of junior high school. In addition, his family had some connections and his grades were really good, so he went to the third year of junior high school.
In this way, he was in the first year of high school and Ning Xi was in the third year, and they finally went to the same school. However, Ning Xi was preparing for the college entrance examination at that time, so Xing Cheng didn't dare to say a word.
Ever since Ning Xi repeated a grade, one is in the second year of high school and the other is in the fourth year, the two have finally become closer. Xing Cheng is also sensible and doesn't make any noise.
However, now that Ning Xi has gradually responded, Xing Cheng really can't hold it back anymore. He just wants to be nice to Ning Xi in his own way.
The bell for the evening self-study get out of class rang, and the senior high school students were walking out of the classroom one after another. Ying Yuchen went to the door of the liberal arts class to wait for Ning Xi, with a microphone next to his ear, and was calling someone.
"There's a kid on our school team. He's so ruthless that he can kill people with just one look!" He took the Chinese review materials Ning Xi handed over. Ning Xi took a look and Ying Yuchen immediately explained, "He's my friend from Beijing!"
What about Xing Cheng?
Ning Xi wanted to laugh when he heard Ying Yuchen speaking in Beijing dialect. He felt proud for no reason, but he ignored him and kept walking forward with his head down.
The senior high school students dispersed quickly, and there were not many people in the corridor. Ning Xi heard Ying Yuchen say to the other end of the phone: "But he just has a bad temper and gets angry easily..."
As soon as Ying Yuchen finished speaking, a faint voice came from the side: "Senior Ying Yuchen, I only have a bad temper towards you."
Xing Cheng took the schoolbag from Ning Xi's shoulders and put it in front of him while speaking.
Ying Yuchen was impressed by Xing Cheng on the court, so he didn't dare to provoke him. He held the strap of his schoolbag and said to Ning Xi very seriously, "Well, Xi, your brother is here, and my brother is here too. I'm leaving first!"
Xing Cheng had a bag in front of him and another on his back, looking like a ball. Ning Xi reached out to grab it: "I'll carry it myself."
Xing Cheng was taller than Ning Xi. He leaned sideways, hugged his schoolbag and ran downstairs.
Ning Xi was really impressed by him, and he also rushed downstairs and ran out of the teaching building. The two of them chased to the school gate one after the other. After he passed the access control area, he stopped and threw the school card to Ning Xi. Ning Xi stretched out his hand to take it, staring and gasping.
It's really... quite stress-relieving.
After Ning Xi passed the gate, he didn't ask Xing Cheng for his schoolbag. The two of them walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder. There was an intersection not far from the school gate, and there was a traffic jam. The city's ban on honking seemed to be useless, and everyone was honking their horns.
Xing Cheng looked around for a while, then saw a few yellow bikes nearby. He suddenly turned to Ning Xi and said, "Brother, how about we ride our bikes to Tianfu Square and take a ride back?"
This high school is not far from Tianfu Square in the city center. Xingcheng heard that the Chengdu Museum there will always light up late at night. He often passes by there at night. The flashing lights and colorful lights are particularly beautiful.
He thought Ning Xi would refuse.
Ning Xi walked up to Xing Cheng and stood in front of him. He reached out to take off his schoolbag that was hanging on Xing Cheng, put it on his shoulders, and looked very obedient.
He picked a yellow bike, scanned the code, got on and rode away, then turned around and glanced at Xing Cheng who was standing there in a daze: "Let's go, idiot."
Xing Cheng seemed to be electrocuted. He grabbed the yellow bike next to him and rode on it.
Ning Xi looked at the road ahead, his eyes brightly illuminated by the car lights, and coughed: "You didn't scan the code."
Not long after, Xing Cheng came on and pedaled very fast, trying to keep pace with Ning Xi, but he was always pushed back by some motorcycles and electric bikes.
Ning Xi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he turned around and instructed him: "Follow me."
Xing Cheng was well behaved and just followed his brother, pedaling slowly.
Two people rode one after the other across the main road and walked along the street towards the city center. Their blue school uniforms were very conspicuous. The two handsome boys rode past in the night breeze, attracting many sidelong glances from passers-by.
Xing Cheng followed his brother on the ride, his brother's back was all he could see.
The scenery in front of him kept receding, and he let the city be bustling with traffic and bright lights. He rode his bike through many intersections and passed by many unknown passers-by...
The target that Xing Cheng pursues is always Ning Xi, who is at the center of his sight.
After stopping and starting many times, Xing Cheng's butt was almost flat from riding. Ning Xi was also having fun, so he took him through a shortcut back to the road in the community.
Ning Xi locked the car and breathed a sigh of relief. The sweat from exercise was dried by the night breeze.
Before Ning Xi could recover from the shock, Xing Cheng strode over, raised his hand, and gently touched Ning Xi's cheek with the back of his hand: "So hot?"
Ning Xi touched himself and found that he was a little hot from riding: "I've been riding for too long."
He looked at the time and found that he had been riding for almost an hour.
It's almost eleven o'clock now. No one cares about me, so it doesn't matter. But Xing Cheng's family should be worried, right?
Xing Cheng saw him frowning, guessed what he was thinking, and quickly said, "Brother, I told my dad."
Ning Xi nodded, and walked towards the yard with his schoolbag on his back. His steps were slower than usual, as if he was waiting for Xing Cheng. Xing Cheng followed him, putting on his coat while running.
The community is an old one. Xing Cheng's family lives on the second floor, and Ning Xi's family lives on the first floor, right as you enter the apartment building.
In the past few years, Xingcheng's family has been getting better and better financially. His car is usually parked at the entrance of the apartment building. It is a Hummer H2, pure black, and looks very domineering.
The car was picked by Xing Cheng, and he picked the big one, and put it there, looking very cool.
Xing Cheng thought that when he became an adult, he would work hard to get a driver's license, so that he could drive this car to go out for a ride, go on a self-driving tour to Tibet, go grocery shopping, and pick up his brother from get off work...
Ning Xi naturally saw his car. Without even raising his eyelids, he went straight into the apartment building, the one on the right side of the first floor.
He stopped, took out his keys, and looked at Xing Cheng: "We're here."
He took a step and found that the lights in the corridor seemed to be broken. The voice control did not work. It was pitch black all around, with only the light from the street lamps in the community.
Xing Cheng took out his school card and said, "Brother, let's compare, whose photo is bigger?"
Ning Xi thought, the light is so dim that I can't even see anything, what can I compare?
He just took the key in his hand, inserted it into the lock, took out his card and handed it to Xing Cheng, saying lightly: "Aren't these all the same?"
Xing Cheng took his card and shook it in his hand, then handed over his own card: "Can we exchange it?"
The hallway was dim, and Xing Cheng couldn't see Ning Xi's expression. His palms were sweating, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You can just swipe my card every day, okay?"
I also need to swipe my bank card when he grows up.
If he really made money, Xing Cheng would really dare to build a basketball court for Ning Xi, raise a basketball team, and play basketball with Ning Xi every day.
Ning Xi stood there in a daze, taking a look at the school card that had been stuffed into his hand. It was the same card he had taken that day, with Xing Cheng's photo printed on it.
Ning Xi opened the door without turning on the light inside, half-stepped in, and before closing the door, he cursed at Xing Cheng, "Childish."
But he still accepted Xingcheng's card and let Xingcheng use his own card.
As soon as Ning Xi got home, before he even had time to turn on the light, he saw that the sofa in the house had been moved away.
Ning Xi's father, a professional basketball player, died young of a myocardial infarction. His mother remarried, marrying a local small businessman and gave birth to a younger brother when Ning Xi was a senior in high school.
The living room of this house is never lit all year round. As soon as Ning Xi gets home, he goes to the bedroom with his schoolbag, does his homework, washes up, goes to bed, and sleeps.
His mother moved out after she remarried, starting when he was in the second year of junior high school.
His mother used to visit him every week, but after he had a younger brother, she only sent him money. The amount was not too little, but not too much. He spent half every month and saved the other half so that he would have a place to live in the future. The only house his father left him was this one.
Ning Xi became redundant.
Ning Xi thought that he must apply to a university in a city far away, stay there for four years, and then come back.
Ning Xi often wondered if he was not very sensible. He only knew how to play basketball and study in middle school and high school. He was not good at pleasing his family and was not very good at speaking...
Ning Xi was quite cheerful when he was a child, but during the most important period of adolescence, he was alone at home facing the walls and ceiling for a long time, which inevitably caused his personality to change drastically. He spoke less and less, and his temper became colder and colder.
He is cold to his classmates and only respectful to his teachers. Although his brothers in the school team are comrades-in-arms, there are very few of them with whom he can truly confide.
It seems that Xing Cheng is the only one who can understand his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
In his heart, there is a journey that goes to heaven and earth, and a brave journey that always uses a body smaller than himself to block the way before him.
He locked the door and glanced at the empty dining room.
The little brother has grown up a little, and the previous house is not spacious enough. His mother's new family also wants to move to a newer place, and probably to save money, even the furniture has to be moved away.
Ning Xi still remembers that when his stepfather called him, he said, "You live alone anyway, so you don't need a dining table..."
Indeed, living alone doesn't need a dining table. He didn't mind. But he was a little afraid that his stepfather would come and move the air conditioner away, but the refrigerator couldn't be moved, and he had to put breakfast in it. If it was left there overnight in the summer, he wouldn't be able to eat it in the morning.
But this little bit of moving was still considerate and didn't make him too panic.
There is still one year left. Just hold on a little longer and it will pass. The new school will provide a more relaxed living environment...
Ning Xi could not forget the days in May when he was approaching the college entrance examination. He hadn't even finished his diagnostic test paper when his stepfather called him and asked him to go to the hospital to take care of his mother who had just given birth to his younger brother.
Ca n't blame anyone, this is his job.
Ning Xi stood in the half-empty living room, turned on a small light, and thought in confusion.
It's my job.
Ning Xi squatted in the living room for half an hour. His legs were a little numb from riding his bike at night, so he stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his schoolbag.
He squatted down again and gathered the small flame...
The ball of fire in his palm was like the flame in his heart, growing wildly, waiting for him to snuff it out with his own hands.
He no longer knows how to relieve stress.
Just at this moment, the door rang.
He opened the door a little and stuck his head out.
Xing Cheng stood at the door with medicine in his hand: "Brother, Auntie hasn't come back yet? I..."
"No." Ning Xi's eyes were a little red. He didn't take the box of medicine. He was still a little dizzy. He stood up straight and wanted to close the door. "Go back."
Xing Cheng leaned on the door frame and, relying on his height, couldn't help but glance inside, and saw that most of the living room was empty.
Xing Cheng had been to Ning Xi's house before, why is it so empty now?
Xing Cheng met Ning Xi's mother and stepfather in the corridor last week. They came with people to move the desktop computer and wall-mounted TV in the house. How come the sofa was also taken away?
Xing Cheng suppressed his temper and asked him, "Aunt and the others are here again?"
Ning Xi was startled, looked up at Xing Cheng, a little flustered, took a step back and was about to close the door.
"Ning Xi!" Xing Cheng held on to the door frame tightly, trying to get in with one leg stuck in.
Ning Xi did not let go, and pushed Cheng with all his strength, his eyes fierce: "No."
Looking at Ning Xi's expression, Xing Cheng immediately understood.
The lights in the corridor were still off. Xing Cheng took a step back, stretched out his right arm, and pulled Ning Xi towards him, forcibly suppressing the thoughts that arose in his heart in the darkness.
Xing Cheng rested his forehead against the door, trying to calm himself. He was angry, and felt sorry for Ning Xi, but more importantly, he was angry at himself for being powerless.
Xing Cheng bit his lips so hard that they were about to break, and he felt that the next second, his mouth would be filled with the smell of blood.
Ning Xi looked at Xing Cheng for a while, then closed the door. He rushed to the door and knocked a few times. Ning Xi asked softly from the other side, "Anything else?"
Xing Cheng whispered through the door, "Brother."
Ning Xi answered from inside: "Yes."
Xing Cheng smiled, not caring whether Ning Xi could see it or not, and pressed his face against the door panel, saying, "Use the rope to connect."
Ning Xi inside the door hesitated for a moment, then replied calmly, "Okay."
Early the next morning, Ning Xi went out ten minutes earlier. He was afraid of meeting Xing Cheng, so he simply rode his bike towards the school.
As soon as Ning Xi sat down, he saw a bottle of pure milk and a box of medicine in the drawer. These were the medicines that were not delivered to him last night.
Ying Yuchen from the next class followed Ning Xi's classmates into the classroom, greeted them, walked around the desks filled with teaching materials, and held a booklet in his hand: "My brother sent me off early today. I saw your brother borrowed a bowl from the noodle shop at the school gate and squatted in the corridor waiting for boiling water..."
Ying Yuchen returned the language materials in his hand to Ning Xi, and thinking of the way Xing Cheng looked at him, he laughed and joked, "I was wondering if he was going to throw it at me?"
Ning Xi shuddered and reached out to touch the milk in the drawer.
hot.
Seeing that Ning Xi didn't say anything, Ying Yuchen knocked on the table and said, "Don't be in a daze. If you feel tired, just take a rest!"
"It was thrown on me." Ning Xi collected the documents on the table and answered expressionlessly.
Ying Yuchen was stunned: "Ah?"
"Pour it on me." Ning Xi repeated.
Streetball court in Hi-Tech Zone.
It was the weekend and it was already dark. This area was the most concentrated street ball venue in the city, and many companies and corporate departments came here to rent the court for basketball games.
Xingcheng didn't receive any work for the company's competition this weekend, so he simply joined his friend's streetball team to help play in the district competition.
In recent years, streetball teams have emerged, and each team is competing with each other. Some teams do not have strong enough skills, so they spend money to hire foreign players.
Streetball teams are basically composed of basketball enthusiasts scattered among the people, but there are also many lone rangers who don’t like to hang out together. At the same time, one-on-one competition is also a very important point in streetball culture.
Xingcheng is a high school student who usually hangs out near his home. He is very independent when playing street ball and specializes in one-on-one duels.
His high school is in Qingyang District, which is right next to Wuhou District. He has been working hard in both districts for many years. Now that he has to take private jobs outside, he really can't hang around in these two districts. Besides, he is still a relatively god-level player.
The barbed wire wall on the streetball court was very high, with a few large spotlights hung on the wall, barely enough to make the court not too dark. There were no uniform team uniforms, and internal strife could even break out at any time, with ten people fighting five against five on the court.
Xing Cheng came on as a substitute, earning 50 yuan per quarter. He was only responsible for defense, assisting in defense, and chasing the opponent's main players. If he was able, he could shoot the ball himself. He would get 10 yuan for a two-point shot and 20 yuan for a three-point shot.
Commonly known as playing black ball.
At this time, the main players of the opposing team had rested enough and came on. Xing Cheng received the ball, but did not follow the usual way. He dribbled through directly, positioned himself under the basket, bypassed several players who rushed forward, played one-on-one with his back, and faced his opponent who was desperately defending him from behind, in order to put the ball into the net.
Xing Cheng has excellent dribbling skills and is famous for his various tricks. In a word, it's all for one word: cool. He uses all kinds of fancy moves. But in this situation, he has no choice but to shoot the ball into the net whenever he sees it just to get the money.
The man defending him was a center, who was a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters tall, and strong, probably in his late 30s. With his long arms outstretched, he blocked half the sky and made it impossible for Xing Cheng to see clearly!
Xing Cheng threw the ball from the top of his head to his back with his left hand, pretending to shoot, passed it to his teammate, used a streetball technique "solar eclipse", and quickly received the ball passed back by his teammate...
Xing Cheng used all his strength to push against the center, jumped up, and dunked the basketball into the net!
Sixty dollars.
Xing Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and just raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Half of his face was illuminated by the light from the field, casting a graceful shadow on the concrete court.
He bent down to tie his shoelaces, and just as he finished tying one shoe, the laces of the other shoe came loose and were stepped on by someone.
Xing Cheng suppressed his anger and refused to look up.
He was alone on the court, playing alone, and there were not many illegal courts in the city, and he had to make money from it. He gritted his teeth and reached out to wipe off the dust from the sole of his shoe.
Xing Cheng stood up slowly and glanced outside the court, where a group of people were still discussing tactics. He grabbed his collar and the muscles in his arms were numb because he had used too much force.
Streetball bullfighting is different from regular competitions, there are too many unconventional moves. Besides, each of these streetball players is more independent than the other, and it's often one against nine. No matter how much discussion there is, it's useless!
There were quite a few people watching the game on the sidelines, many of them girls, all holding their cell phones with flashlights on, waving them in the dark, like it was a concert.
The referee standing in the middle of the field also turned on the light and shouted on his cell phone: "Keep going!"
He was in a daze when someone came over and bumped into him: "Xing Cheng?"
Xing Cheng looked at it and was surprised: "Should it be given to me?"
Seeing Xing Cheng like this, Ying Yuchen immediately understood and became a little worried, but his tone was still nonchalant: "Are you from this team?"
Xing Cheng lied without blushing or beating his heart, and said with open eyes: "Yes."
Ying Yuchen sneered and pushed him with his hand: "Are you teasing me?"
Xing Cheng continued to make up a story: "I'm not lying to you. I've been fighting for several years..."
Seeing his attitude, Ying Yuchen became serious and put his arm around him: "Are you short of money?"
Xing Cheng saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, and guessed that Ying Yuchen was also hanging around in this area, so he said honestly: "It's pocket money."
Ying Yuchen laughed. He was afraid that his brother was too idle so he didn't let him go out to play in the streetball court. He even picked a court that was far away. Who would have thought that he would meet this kid Xing Cheng here? He even came to play black ball to make money, and he was his enemy. If Ning Xi knew about this, he would probably skin him alive.
Ying Yuchen was playing with his mobile phone before, and occasionally glanced at the court. He also noticed Xingcheng's ball skills, but he couldn't see clearly because it was too dark.
He watched the game continue, took the initiative to run to Xing Cheng's side, pushed his teammates away, leaned sideways to help Xing Cheng miss a ball, and talked to Xing Cheng: "You played well?"
Xing Cheng was dribbling the ball at the moment, his mind full of the twenty dollars he could get by shooting a three-pointer, so he had no energy to pay attention to him, and he casually replied, "Not bad."
He dribbled the ball and knocked Ying Yuchen down.
It was unknown whether Ying Yuchen was pretending or not, he sat down on the ground and shouted to his teammates: "Double-team that guy!"
But just as Ying Yuchen missed the opportunity, Xing Cheng stepped onto the three-point line, took a step back, shot, and easily shot the ball into the net!
As soon as Xing Cheng landed, he turned around to look at Ying Yuchen who was retreating in front of him and winking at him, smiled, and mouthed "thank you".
This acting is amazing.
"Old Oscar!" Ying Yuchen laughed so hard that his shoulders shook.
What followed almost became Xingcheng's personal performance. Their team also won a lot of points. All the main players left the court, leaving only Xingcheng and a group of substitutes to waste garbage time.
After the game, Xing Cheng earned almost 150 yuan, which was settled on the spot.
He followed the team members to the car outside the stadium and secretly paid the bills, one hundred yuan each and one fifty yuan each. He folded them up and put them in his pocket, holding a wrist guard soaked with sweat in his hand.
Xing Cheng came in and took the bottle of mineral water that he had placed on the sidelines, unscrewed the cap and was about to drink it. Ying Yuchen saw that he had already drunk the water, so he reached out and snatched it away: "Don't drink it!"
Xing Cheng was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"This is your first time in this kind of shady place. You dare to drink boiled water again? You don't even know who put the drug in you..." Ying Yuchen pushed him and asked in a friendly manner, "How much did you earn?"
Xing Cheng gestured: "One hundred and fifty yuan."
Ying Yuchen was now completely impressed, because he was a spoiled rich second-generation, pampered by his father and brother, and never lacked money. The little boy in front of him, who was only two years younger than him, had already started taking this kind of job to make money.
And the same goes for Ning Xi, who is about to turn twenty years old and is still a big boy in high school . I don’t know why he speaks so little and has such a cold personality. He is precocious and mature, just like his own brother.
Xing Cheng saw Ying Yuchen was deep in thought and became fierce: "If my brother knew about this, I would pick you out as the one who takes free throws in the team."
Ying Yuchen shrank his neck, groaned several times, and glared at him, "Do you have any conscience? I was helping you just now..."
Xing Cheng stood up straight immediately: "Thank you, Senior Ying Yuchen."
Ying Yuchen was really speechless because of this little brat who had a bad temper but could also be submissive. He had always been the youngest in the family, and he would exude great love towards those who were younger than him.
He waved his hands: "Alright, alright, from now on I'll call you Senior Ying..."
Xing Cheng was taller than Ying Yuchen. He nodded. The sense of oppression was strong. Ying Yuchen felt more comfortable staying next to Ning Xi. He wanted to say something, but suddenly his cell phone rang. He took a look and quickly put it in his bag: "My brother is here to see me. I'm leaving first!"
While wiping his face with a tissue, he spoke to Xing Cheng: "Wait a minute, I'll go get you some water from my brother!"
Ying Yuchen was a very straightforward boy, and he was determined to be nice to anyone. When he transferred to Chengdu, he got along well with Ning Xi, so he naturally had to take care of Ning Xi's younger brother.
Xing Cheng took his coat and put it on, then followed him out.
There was a Mercedes-Benz G-Class SUV parked outside the stadium . Xing Cheng saw that although it was not as big as his Hummer, it was still quite domineering. He was a little curious about what Ying Yuchen's brother looked like.
Ying Yuchen ran to the trunk and took out a bottle of mineral water, and covered Xingcheng's eyes with it: "Don't look at my brother for a moment, he is angry. His angry expression is simply a shadow of my childhood..."
Xing Cheng was even more curious now, but out of politeness he stood obediently at the back and did not run to the front. Even though Ying Yuchen stopped him, he did not go to say hello.
Ying Yuchen was a stubborn person and didn't think it was a big deal, but he was afraid that his brother would see Xing Cheng and turn around and say to him expressionlessly, "Look how tall others are. How tall are you?"
Ying Yuchen was a northern boy. His elder brother would almost reach 1.9 meters tall when he got angry. He himself was only about 1.78 meters tall at the age of 19, and he would vomit after drinking milk every day.
Ying Yuchen was just feeling worried when his brother opened the car door, got out, glanced at Xingcheng, and put out the cigarette in his hand.
Ying Yuchen was extremely nervous and introduced solemnly: "Brother, this... this is my junior from the school team, his name is Xing Cheng."
Ying Yujiang lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and said lightly: "Hello, thank you for your care."
Xing Cheng was stunned, and shook hands again: "Hello, my name is Xing Cheng."
Ying Yuchen's brother is a completely different type from Ying Yuchen himself. He is tall and strong, and looks like a tough guy just standing there. Except for his cold expression, there is nothing wrong with him.
After Ying Yuchen gave the water to Xingcheng, he advised him earnestly, "Don't come here again, Xingcheng. It's too dangerous here."
Xing Cheng nodded, took a deep breath, didn't agree or say anything, and lightly punched Ying Yuchen on the shoulder as a manly way to say thank you. The two hugged each other. Does this count as turning hostility into friendship?
Ying Yuchen whispered, "Let's take you back. Where is your home?"
Xing Cheng didn't want to cause any trouble, so he refused: "It's okay, I'll go back by myself."
When Ying Yuchen left, he told him again and again: "Don't come. You made such a big splash this time, but next time you'll probably be outplayed."
Xing Cheng stood by the road, watched them leave, unscrewed the bottle cap in his hand, tilted his head back and took a sip.
That night, Xing Cheng thought that when he grew up, he would drive his own car to the stadium to pick up Ning Xi, put a big box of Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Sprite juice, etc. in the trunk, and put a refrigerator in the car and a refrigerator at home. He would definitely not be afraid of someone coming to take away the things...
Never let his brother suffer again.
Xingcheng took the bus back home. He fell asleep while swaying on the bus. Before closing his eyes, he watched the bus driving in the middle of the city road. The lights on the roadside were dazzling and groggy...
When Xingcheng woke up, he found that he had missed his stop. He was tired and reluctant to spend money on a taxi, so he simply rode his bike back.
As the night wind blew past his ears, he thought of Ning Xi again.
When he was a child, Xing Cheng often went out to play in his father's car, which was parked at the entrance of the apartment building. As soon as he got in the car and rolled down the window, he could see little Ning Xi lying by the window looking at him with envy and yearning in his eyes. But little Xing Cheng didn't understand at that time.
He thought Xiao Ningxi also wanted to play together, so he waved and called him, "Brother, do you want to go out with me?"
Xiao Ningxi shook his head and drew the curtains.
Later, when Xingcheng was a little older, about the age of fourth or fifth grade, he got his first bicycle, a mountain bike. It was very fancy and cool. Xingcheng loved it to death, and he just wanted to install a marquee on the handrail.
The children in the yard couldn't go up, so every day they would gather in the yard, watching Xiao Xingcheng riding his mountain bike, pointing the rear of the bike towards Ning Xi's window, and shouting, "Brother, do you want to go out with me?"
What responded to him was the sound of Xiao Ningxi pulling the curtains.
When he was a little older, little Xingcheng finally got his wish and let little Ningxi sit in his back seat.
That year, he felt that carrying Ning Xi in the back seat was like carrying his own moon.
He sat there for several years, until he was a few years older and the car could no longer accommodate two tall boys. Xingcheng began to look at his father's car, started to drink milk crazily, started to work out, run and play ball, urging himself to grow up quickly.
However, after both of them gradually understood the situation, Xing Cheng sadly discovered that his speed could not keep up with Ning Xi's growth.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he changes every day, not to mention that Ning Xi is three years older than him.
Ning Xi felt that Xing Cheng didn't understand at all.
When Xing Cheng rode his bike to the community and entered the yard, he found that the light in Ning Xi's window was still on, probably still working late into the night.
Xing Cheng entered the apartment building, turned right, stood in the dark, knocked on the door, and soon footsteps were heard from inside. Xing Cheng could feel Ning Xi standing at the door, probably looking through the peephole.
Xingcheng had money in his pocket, and the sweat from his palms soaked the banknotes.
It's so late, and I'm still reading and reviewing. I heard that those who are in their third and fourth years of high school have just started to prepare for the exam for a year. They are under a lot of pressure at this time and have to eat midnight snacks.
Ning Xi didn’t have his mother to make him a midnight snack or any nourishing soup to drink, so wouldn’t he be hungry?
He was too embarrassed to use his family's money to take care of Ning Xi, so playing basketball to earn some money was the only thing he could do now.
The lights in the corridor still hadn't been repaired. Xing Cheng leaned against Ning Xi's door and actually felt a sense of comfort in the darkness, as if he was hiding in a secret, never afraid of being peeped.
What Xing Cheng didn't know was that at this moment, Ning Xi was also facing away from the door, silent, with his head down wiping the back of his hand that was stained by the pen.
The skin on the back of his hand turned red and burned so painfully that he couldn't breathe.
The two people were standing back to back, separated only by a door...but it seemed like a world of difference.
Xing Cheng couldn't help but knocked on the door again: "Brother, are you asleep?"
Ning Xi gritted his teeth, didn't open the door, turned around and leaned against the door, and Xing Cheng stood there for a long time.
Maybe after his brother saw that it was him, he went to sleep, and the noise at the door was probably misheard.