Chapter 2

On the night after playing the ball, Xingcheng did his homework so seriously for the first time, and looked at the history test papers over and over again, and he memorized the timeline in a mess, and almost couldn't help but tear the book.

He leaned on the back of the chair and thought about how to memorize the literary works, and his phone rang and a text message.

Ning Xi sent it, just three words, very cold: throwing the rope.

Xingcheng's next move was so fast. He opened the window and threw the rope down. After a while, he felt that the rope had become heavier.

He raised it up little by little, and found that it was a book that was relatively old. It was filled with dense handwriting and the key points of the outline. It seemed that it was Ning Xi's comprehensive literature notebook for the year of the college entrance examination. When he turned to the first page, the word "Ning" was crossed out by Ning Xi with a pen.

Next to it, a powerful "Zhengcheng" was written, and another crab was drawn.

The "domineering" crab.

Shizhong, Class 2 and Class 3 in high school.

"Boss!" It was his deskmate Ren Mei calling him.

After Xingcheng turned around, the pen in his hand had not stopped writing, and he turned around and wrote the words outside the draft paper.

"I should tell me that he is so good at dribbling now that he can turn two with one hand and cooperate with you! Let's go and have a look?"

Ren Mei swayed in with her school uniform on her waist. After he said this, Xingcheng put down his pen.

He came out with a blank draft paper, spread it onto the table, turned his pen, sat upright, and his legs were a little numb after a long time: "Didn't you say you don't have to go down to train during the big break? Let him come to me after school."

He was still holding Sprite in his hand, and Ren Mei touched him with her elbow, "Hey, your brother is here too."

Xingcheng's chair suddenly retreated, and his back made his whole body sound "hurrying". He stood up and took off his school uniform jacket in the classroom, wearing a pure black NBA short-sleeved shirt, and a ball of sun fireworks on it burned to the hem of his clothes, looking handsome.

Putting the coat on his shoulders, Xingcheng took out the wrist guard from the drawer and put it on, squatted down and tied his shoelaces, holding the sleeves of the school uniform in his hand, Xingcheng said, "Go!"

Ren Mei wanted to laugh, but after sitting with Xingcheng for two years, he got used to Xingcheng's attitude and teased him: "Why do you want to look in the mirror?"

"No," Xingcheng was very confident. He didn't think he was so handsome, but the young man still had the energy and walked out: "Go down and see how good he can do with me."

A young man like Xingcheng who is stuck at the peak of puberty has no need to explain at all. He puts on his hair and stands there like a pillar, or carved with lion totems. He wears slippers and goes to the court with the most handsome posture.

The stadium during the big break in the morning was so crowded that everyone in the school who had finished radio gymnastics came to the playground to watch the fun.

The school playground is connected to the court, and there are six basketball courts in total, one of which is specially used for training by the school team.

Before Xingcheng entered the school team, he would run first every day after school, rushed down the teaching building to grab the venue next to the school team training ground. There were guys behind him who helped him get the ball bags, just to beat Ning Xi.

Ning Xi had a very clean smell on her body, and she could smell it a little closer.

He often saw Xingcheng swaying over with a basketball bag. After a long time, coupled with some things in life, he knew very well that Xingcheng was the cleanest love between boys, the most sincere sincerity, and the most precious childishness.

He threw the ball to the ground and patted it, took it in his arms, and looked into the distance. Xingcheng really took advantage of the big break and ran down again. He followed a few young boys from the second year of high school, but they couldn't catch up with him.

For campus basketball, six people can play the whole game together. The situation is the same now. There are only six people coming to the school team, and Xingcheng is the seventh one. Ning Xi, Xingcheng, Ning Xi’s team friends should be with Chen, the school coach, and three school teammates.

Ying Hechen was holding the ball in his hand, standing next to Ning Xi, squinting his eyes and smiling, and watching Xingcheng was very upset.

This man looked very well-behaved, with round eyes, smiling and cheerful, but in fact he was full of bad things. Every time he went out to compete, he was either Xingcheng or him.

Xingcheng was tall, Ning Xi was even shorter than him. He was probably just a slight tilt, and he could just lean his head against Xingcheng's shoulders.

I haven't played with Ning Xi for too long. Xingcheng was very nervous when he played so suddenly, but he always couldn't avoid physical contact when playing basketball. Xingcheng could not ignore Ning Xi's aggressiveness at all.

The two people's eyes blended silently, one chasing and the other chasing. Ning Xi was staring uneasy and was in a bad mood in his heart. He began to stare at Xingcheng, but Xingcheng couldn't help it and dared not look at it again.

Ning Xi, who was about to catch the ball, was like a leopard ready to go, with sharp eyes and sweat dripping from her erect nose. She flowed into the loose vest along the delicate curve of her jaw...

The ball played halftime, and at the end, Xingcheng played a very beautiful aerial contact in front of Ning Xi. He threw the ball on the rebound and smashed it back and rebounded into the air. Xingcheng jumped and threw the basketball directly into the nets!

The movement was extremely rapid, and the strength exploded, which made the basketball hoop shaking.

As for boys, it’s okay to play on the basketball court. As long as the person you like comes, they want to score points and be handsome.

Xingcheng means being handsome and very good at playing, and everyone admires or is moved by it, except for his sweetheart.

This is the number of times this year that Ning Xi lost to Xingcheng and others, and I don’t remember it.

He stared at the crowd, expressionless, and sighed in his heart. His ball skills were really not as good as before. Xingcheng has indeed grown up now. He was still in the yard and was amused by him with a ball, and he followed him with revenge. Although he followed him in the end, he asked him if he wanted to go to his house to see the birds he had raised.

It seemed that later, the little bird was let go by Xiao Xingcheng's swordsman. He searched for the yard for a long time, but he couldn't shed tears.

At the end of the game, he reached out and slapped Ying Hechen. Because he was about the same height, the two people's shoulders also collided. Ying Hechen looked at Xingcheng, who was full of dissatisfaction, took Ning Xi aside, and whispered: "Damn, why are your brother so fierce?"

Ying Hechen said this whisper with me is so strange that Xingcheng could hear it. He wanted to be furious, what do you think?

Ning Xi was not surprised, and was very calm: "That's what he is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xingcheng being called down from the basketball stand by his teammates. A girl handed over a bottle of pulsation, which was still peach-like. Ning Xi stood up from afar and watched with his eyelids twitching, which was quite sweet.

Xingcheng was very polite about handling this matter. He shook his head and said thank you to the girl, refusing to drop the bottle of drink. He just took a tissue and wiped his sweat-filled hands, and said thank you again.

Then Xingcheng turned around and walked over. Ning Xi immediately turned his head back, pretending to look around at the scenery, the court, and the students watching the fight. In fact, he had no idea what he was nervous about.

The next second, Xingcheng's clean hand gently brought Ning Xi's waist forward and reminded him: "Brother, your shoelaces are broken."

There were so many people on the court, all staring at the field. The nets on the basketball stand were still gently caressed by the summer wind. The sunlight near noon was also dazzling, and it spread out from the sky like a net, bringing a layer of gold on Xingcheng's body, making him look so dazzling and a treasure belonging to the court.

Ning Xi just looked at Xingcheng and squatted down.

Xingcheng seemed to feel nothing wrong. In front of everyone, his slender fingers moved and tied his shoelaces.

Subconsciously taking a step back half a step, Ning Xi's heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction, making him reluctant to leave so many people in front of him and not give him face.

This inexplicable emotion ended in the touching mood. Ning Xi lowered his head, looked at his sneakers, and said lightly: "Xingcheng, this is a dead end."

Xingcheng was stunned for a moment. He probably was a little distracted just now. In addition, he was so excited that his hands were shaking. He obviously wanted to have the whole bow!

He stood up, and the height advantage had to give Ning Xi some sense of oppression, who almost took a step back.

"Then you'll be tied to death." Xingcheng's face turned against the light, and the outline was outlined particularly sharp and tough.

Yes, I have been tied up with you for half of my life, can you still run away for the rest of my life?

Ning Xi didn't quite understand what was meant, but he just felt that Xingcheng was playing a bastard again, didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't care about the shoelaces. He wiped a handful of sweat and lifted the corners of the jersey and fanned the air.

I don't know if it's uncomfortable or really hot, he lowered his eyes and his eyelashes looked like the golden light hidden behind the burning clouds in summer evening, flashing.

Ying and Chen were tying their shoelaces, but they stood aside and couldn't stand it anymore, so they couldn't help but say something.

"Xingcheng, can you stop being so artificial?" He also helped tie his shoelaces. He was usually so tiger, but now he is a docile kitten?

Although I am a senior who is a senior who is good at playing basketball in the grade, and he should respect and admire him, if he is in the school basketball team, whoever plays well will be superior.

Xingcheng is the most arrogant one, and he has never been polite to me. Why should a transfer student from Beijing be replaced by him and beside Ning Xi every day?

When he heard this, Xingcheng was a little bit trampled on his tail and took out a wet tissue from his pocket. He only had this piece left today. Ning Xi was sweating on his face when he played basketball and had to wipe it clean.

Xingcheng ignored him and took off the packaging. He felt that his hands were a little dirty. He twisted the corners of his right hand, put the wet tissue on the back of his hand, and put the packaging underneath, and came to Ning Xi's eyes: "Wipe the sweat."

Ning Xi glared at me, why did this little bastard start to order him directly when he grew up?

There was no choice but to take it over, and I heard the junior in the team next to me also care about Xingcheng's needs, or I would shout: "It's amazing to have a brother!"

"What," Xingcheng grinned, "It's amazing that I have an older brother."

The school team members began to pack their clothes on the court, and Ning Xi quickly packed up his things, followed Ying Yuchen, and the two of them got into the convenience store next to the stadium one by one.

He drew a 20-year-old note and spread it on the cashier. He thought about the person who helped flip the scoreboard today and said to the aunt in the convenience store: "Auntie, please get me ten bottles of mineral water, thank you."

The next person should glar at me: "Damn, Ning Xi, are you treating me today?"

Ning Xi didn't say anything, took five bottles and asked Ying to hold them. He hugged five bottles in his arms, turned his head out of the convenience store, and walked towards the stadium.

When we arrived at the stadium, the remaining five people from the school team and the people who came to help flip the scoreboard were squatting on the ground to reflect on today's problems and discuss tomorrow's training.

Xingcheng sat with his back to Ning Xi, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, leaning forward slightly from his upper body, listening to the coach's speech attentively. The short-sleeved fabric was bulging out of shape on his hands and waists, and the lines were particularly beautiful.

Ning Xi was a little stunned and quickly turned around before Xingcheng turned his back.

"Today, Ning Xi treats you, don't be polite! Drink what you should drink and take what you should take. Thank you Brother Xi!" After Ying said to the minister, he put the water all over the floor, and Ning Xi also put it down.

Hearing Ying and Chen shouted, everyone else laughed. It was really unaccustomed to this Beijing accent.

Xingcheng turned around and saw two or three bottles of water left on the ground. He grabbed a bottle, unscrewed it and fed it a few times. He instantly recovered his strength like a seedling with fertilizer. He was very generous and said to the whole team's buddies: "Let's go, I'll treat Coke tomorrow!"

His eyes were closely at Ning Xi's back.

After walking more than ten meters away, Ning Xi turned around and saw Xingcheng drank all the bottle of mineral water. He was throwing it into the trash can with a shooting arc. With a bang, he even threw it.

Ning Xi was relieved, turned his head and continued walking, and said in no time to say something in his heart, just drink it.

In fact, this is why he bought water today... but Ning Xi was a little difficult to face such a self.

He stopped suddenly.

Ying Youchen saw that his condition was erratic and a little curious, "What's wrong? Why are you always looking at your brother today?"

"It's okay." As the ears burned, Ning Xi continued to walk, speeding up his pace, and didn't look back or looking at Ying Yuchen, "I look sideways."

The leaves falling by the playground were blown by the summer breeze, and the heartbeat that he could clearly detect was clattering in his ears.

After school at noon, Xingcheng was surrounded by a group of boys in his class and walked towards the place where he could eat at the school gate.

Among the five or six people, he was the highest, and he rushed to 1.85 meters tall, forcing his brothers to wonder if this person grew up eating rice from the south?

He is so tall and very eye-catching. The purpose of standing among the crowd is to find someone like a searchlight, specifically looking for Ning Xi.
To be continued...