After the global recovery, I traveled through

All over the basketball court.

Lin Xingtao punched a boy in the face, in a completely clean and tidy way. Before someone stepped forward to stop the fight, three people had already fallen to the ground. Lin Xingtao looked down at them, frowning, and his indifference was broken into several sharp sections.

He exuded an aura of keeping strangers away from him from the inside out.

So the crowd automatically made way for him.

Lin Xingtao did not go that way, he walked towards Wang Xichen.

Wang Xichen's heart moved.

The man lying on the ground shouted: "Lin, you are finished! You are the first to fight in college, wait for the punishment!"

Someone else said near Wang Xichen: "Even if he became one of the three phantom gods of Nan University basketball in his freshman year, will anyone dare to play basketball with him in the future?"

Wang Xichen found that although Lin Xingtao was walking towards him, he did not look at him. He followed his line of sight and found that the basketball was at his feet.

Wang Xichen bent down, picked up the basketball, and patted it twice.

He heard a little sarcastic laughter from Lin Xingtao's nose, and he didn't know whether it was directed at him or the one lying down.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lin Xingtao reached out and scooped it, and the basketball slipped out of Wang Xichen's hand.

Lin Xingtao passed by Wang Xichen's shoulder.

During the whole process, he didn't look at Wang Xichen, who was watching, and didn't say even two words of thanks to Wang Xichen who picked up the ball.

Wang Xichen looked at his hands and recalled his clumsy and indeed a little ridiculous movements just now.

He knows golf, snooker, equestrianism, and many sports that many people in the circle like, but he can't play basketball.

He suddenly had an idea: he would learn to play basketball from today.

"Fuck, he still wants to join the school team like this." The person lying on the ground slowly got up.

Wang Xichen thought for a while, snatched a basketball from the person next door who came to watch the excitement with a basketball, and threw it at the person.

"Bang——"

A ball hit the target.

Wang Xichen couldn't help but smile.

——He really has a talent for playing basketball, he can learn it.

He turned and left, regardless of other people asking "Who is the one wearing the hat?" and who was right or wrong.

It made no difference to him who was right or wrong.

He laughed at Lin Xingtao in his heart.

Look at you, you are facing punishment from the school for this kind of thing.

He just ran away, and now he doesn't know where he regrets and feels bad...

He stopped, turned around again, and told the staff who came over the truth: "I knocked them out with a basketball."

The other party asked him to take out his student ID card in a serious manner.

He cooperated obediently and whispered: "I am Wang Xichen."

—— He wanted to say this when he passed by Lin Xingtao just now.

——Lin Xingtao, I am Wang Xichen.

The staff looked at him strangely and suddenly realized that this name was a bit unusual.

Later, Wang Xichen called Lin Xingtao's roommate and asked irritably: "Does he not want to join the basketball team?"

Xu Youxin was confused on the other end of the phone, but still answered: "Well, he didn't want to join, and the three people apologized to him. The matter should be over."

Wang Xichen hung up the phone and went to practice with a basketball.

He is indeed talented. He made the three fantasy gods of Nan University basketball have one more, making it four people.

But he has never played against Lin Xingtao, and Lin Xingtao has no one willing to play with him.

Until June 18, 2020, when Lin Xingtao jumped up and dunked, it seemed that there were only the two of them in the world.

That day, he didn't know what he felt in his heart, and he was particularly irritable. Perhaps the attention to Lin Xingtao in the past two years made him repeatedly doubt whether his decision not to go abroad was correct, and made him feel that he didn't know what he was doing.

What is Wang Xichen doing? Obviously came to this school for Lin Xingtao?

Lin Xingtao, he knows nothing!

Still smiling with others!

What's the use of basketball? ! You are the grandson of the old man of the Zhao family in Yanjing! Everyone has started practicing!

Just like this, he was angry by himself, and he received a call from Lin Xingtao.

The phone screen showed [Lin Xingtao]. This number was saved two years ago, and Wang Xichen had never called it once.

He was also a little surprised. He was wondering if Lin Xingtao would call again if he rejected it.

He, Wang Xichen, didn't look like the kind of person who would casually answer a stranger's call, right?

"Hello." Wang Xichen answered.

"I'm Lin Xingtao." A low voice came from the other side.

"Well?" Wang Xichen said to himself, I know.

They talked about the Psychic Foundation.

It was the first time to talk so much with Lin Xingtao, and coupled with the impact of the spiritual energy revival just now, Wang Xichen's words were obviously stingy.

When he said, "You beat me in basketball today, but no one will play basketball in the future, Lin Xingtao", he actually felt that he was too much.

Too much?

As the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Xichen never followed other people's habits. It was always others who flattered him. Some people's humbleness was definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people like Lin Xingtao.

He just felt that he wasted his time on a person who was completely different from him.

Lin Xingtao would not be a member of the Zhao family, nor would he be his friend.

"I won't wait for you." He said.

Two years is enough, he won't wait any longer.

He hung up the phone decisively, not thinking about how Lin Xingtao would feel.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he was in the familiar Ziyu Villa, his own home.

The doubt about why he returned home flashed across his mind.

He walked through the living room, which was much larger than a basketball court, and his shoes stepped out a steady melody on the floor tiles. Every inch of this place was familiar to him, whether it was the antique vase at the door or the classical oil painting hanging, and the huge chandelier was exactly the same as in his memory.

The next moment, this melody was messed up.

He saw Lin Xingtao on the sofa where he often lay down to rest, a person who should not be in his memory.

Lin Xingtao was curled up in the sofa, wearing headphones and holding a game controller in his hand, immersed in the game.

Wang Xichen paused, walked over and grabbed Lin Xingtao's arm. Through a thin layer of sweater, the heat of Lin Xingtao's body burned him instantly.

Without even turning his head, Lin Xingtao casually said, "I'll play for a while longer, and when it's the hour, you can take me home later."

"Home...?" Wang Xichen asked.

Lin Xingtao quickly looked back at him, then turned back and said with a smile, "Yes, I don't want to walk back, although it's not a long way... Brother, can you drive me home in my Pagani?"

Wang Xichen found that he didn't know Lin Xingtao anymore.

This person who smiled brightly in front of him, played games naturally and casually at his home, drove him to drive so that he was willful and spoiled, and called him brother in a familiar and intimate way, could not be Lin Xingtao at all.

"Zhao Lue?" he tried to ask.

Zhao Lue ignored him. The fine hair on his forehead that he still had at this age was pressed halfway between his eyes and the top of his head by the headphones, but his eyes penetrated his somewhat messy hair and projected straight and focused on the screen.

Wang Xichen was fascinated, watching him play games past the hour, and after half an hour he said that he still had to make it to the hour, and then after the next hour, he had to make it to the hour again for another half an hour.

Wang Xichen couldn't explain his feelings. This person was a stranger to him. He just sat on the sofa and watched him play games, but he didn't want to do anything else.

"Forget it, I'll sleep here." Zhao Lue stretched lazily.

He fell asleep on the sofa that could have been used as a bed. He didn't change his clothes. He was wearing a cashmere cardigan that looked particularly ironed and expensive.

Every hair on the surface of the cardigan was clearly visible under the dimmed light in the living room, clean and even, without a knotted ball of thread. When he was farther away, his body was surrounded by a hazy halo.

Wang Xichen probably realized that he was dreaming, but Zhao Lue's face, which was soft against the light and sweater in the dream, was as clear and memorable as the details of the clothes, and he would never forget it.

At this time, Wang Xichen found that he moved uncontrollably.

He gently covered Zhao Lue with a blanket, turned off the game, dimmed the lights, and then sat on the other side of the sofa, closed his eyes, and after a while, he pulled out the coat that he accidentally pressed from under his buttocks and put it on.

The cashmere coat was a basic color, well-cut, and the texture was excellent even for Wang Xichen. Just pull it out gently, and the surface seems to be rippled by water.

Wrapped in the dry and cold cedar smell on the coat, the memories of nearly twenty years were chaotically mixed and revived in Wang Xichen's mind.

He tried hard to peek at the time when Wang Xichen and Zhao Lue were together.

Back in time, at a party held by the Zhao family, Wang Xichen suddenly remembered a memory of his own.

He had seen Lin Xingtao when he was a child.

When he first saw Lin Xingtao, they were both children who could still be held by adults' hands. ▓Think▓Tu▓Online▓Reading▓

Lin Xingtao was held in his mother's arms and left quickly.

He couldn't even get a candy that many children were tired of eating at the banquet.

He seemed to see the candy that his uncle snatched from Wang Xichen and was about to give him but returned, and he didn't realize what it meant.

That was a long, long time ago.

Until he was ready to go abroad, Wang Xichen hadn't seen him for a long, long time, and Lin Xingtao didn't even know there was a person called Wang Xichen.

Zhao Xingyi said that Lin Xingtao had grown up, from the age of eating candy to a handsome boy who was dominating the court.

But Wang Xichen looked at Zhao Lue, who had tried many extreme sports and knew many things.

Zhao Lue woke up and threw him a lazy smile that made people feel bright all of a sudden.

Wang Xichen's hand trembled all of a sudden.

Lin Xingtao, where is your basketball?

The author has something to say: The last few paragraphs are inspired by Yu Guangzhong's "Jenny's Braids".

There is another chapter in the extra chapter, and the emotions will be wild (?), warning.

When I first met Jenny,

she was still a very young girl,

with long braids floating behind her,

like a pair of dreamy wings.

But that was a long, long time ago,

and I haven't seen her for a long, long time.

People say Jenny has grown up,

and her long braids have turned into curly hair.

I met Jenny on the street yesterday,

and she gave me a bright red smile,

but I almost cried out loud,

where did Jenny's braids go?

Chapter 270 Wang Xichen Extra Chapter (II)

Zhao Lue can't play basketball, just like Wang Xichen.

But Zhao Lue can do a lot.

When Zhao Lue was not satisfied with just playing fighting games, he unexpectedly went to a mercenary base abroad.

Wang Xichen knew about this, but he didn't know that Zhao Lue had also gone to the local underground black boxing. Come to think of it, since he learned something from the instructor, how could Zhao Lue be idle?

Wang Xichen watched him in his dream against the undefeated champion who retired from the UFC.

The muscular man was shirtless, with his arms around his head, and his strong body trembled rhythmically with his breathing.

Zhao Lue tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the boos from the outside. Compared with his opponent who only wore a pair of shorts, he was fully dressed, not like he was standing in a fighting arena, but like he was about to attend a cocktail party.

At the first second of the countdown, he raised his leg.

It was a kick without force, just kicking the opponent's chest, and the speed was not fast.

The opponent's eyes flashed with obvious contempt.

Zhao Lue put his foot down, and the other foot was on the ground