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Ji Yang will never forget the first time he met Jing Muye.

At that time, he was 14 years old, in junior high school, and lived with his grandmother who picked up scraps.

Because of poverty, he had to spend a lot of time working outside the classroom. The clothes on his body were patched and patched again and again, and the stains that could not be washed off were stained on the blue and white school uniform, which was finally covered up by hand-sewn small red flowers one after another.

In the eyes of other students, he is messy, gloomy, half-into society, and always in a hurry in the class.Occasionally provoked gangsters outside the school, his face was bruised and his face was swollen, and he walked with a limp, which made people avoid him.He often sleeps alone on the seat next to the last row of trash cans in the classroom, as if he will never wake up.

In the eyes of the teacher, he is a typical poor student who cannot be corrected. He skips classes, fights, and never fails the test paper.Even if I occasionally feel sympathy and pity for him because of home visits, it will soon turn into "hating iron but not steel", knocking on the table and scolding him for being so poor at home, why not live up to it.

In the end, he became the most marginal existence in the class, no one cared about him, even the teacher regarded him as air.

That kind of tacit understanding and shocking indifference allowed him to regard the classroom as the last safe haven, in a daze or sleeping, like a mushroom struggling to grow in a corner, never attracting the attention of others.

The encounter with Jing Muye was just a coincidence.

At that time, Jing Muye was already a well-known figure in the whole school. He was a school girl in high school, super rich, high IQ, mixed-race appearance, so handsome that people couldn't get close to his legs, and he was also very tall.

As a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, Jing Muye always likes to sweat on the basketball court in the evening, running, turning, jumping, dunking, or taking a casual shot from outside the three-point line, no matter whether he makes it or not. , the expression on his face was willful and flamboyant, and every movement exuded a fatal attraction, which made all the onlookers blush and heartbeat.

Once, Jing Muye and his friend lost a bet on the court, so they wanted to do something for each other.

His friend teased him, saying that he had never seen the school grass get close to any girl, and today he gave the girls present a favor, asking Jing Muye to hand out the basketball in his hand.

The girls tried their best to hold back their screams, their faces flushed with anticipation.

Jing Muye squinted his eyes, looked around the court, and finally casually pointed at a girl passing by outside the basketball court, and said, "That's her."

At that time, Ji Yang was just passing by. His hair had grown to his shoulders and neck because he hadn't cut it for a long time, and he was hurrying with his head down. From the back view, he looked like a slender little girl.

Jing Muye jumped down the steps with a basketball in his hand, walked towards him from the center of the crowd, and called him, "Hello."

Ji Yang turned his head and was taken aback.

When they found out that it was a boy, everyone present was startled, including Jing Muye himself, who was obviously shocked.

But in the next second, he lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat on his forehead as usual, and then said to the child in front of him with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you, I just lost the bet. for you."

The heat that hit his face almost burned Ji Yang through.

The boy in front of him was tall and handsome, his exposed forearm muscles were slightly stretched, his forehead and neck were stained with sweat, and he was panting slightly. When he lifted his clothes, he could see his hidden abdominal muscles.

What's more, the boy still has such a beautiful smile, just like the hottest beam of sunshine in summer, which can directly break through the thick clouds and shine into his heart.

At that moment, he was surrounded by eyes from all directions, envious, jealous, surprised... Ji Yang, who had always been hiding in the corner of his mushroom, was suddenly exposed to the eyes of everyone because of this beam of sunlight, and everything was invisible.

He couldn't help lowering his head, but saw Jing Muye's wrist holding the basketball, white, clean, and powerful.

The blue blood vessels dormant quietly under the skin, exuding a warm hormonal aura.

Ji Yang was stunned for too long, until Jing Muye frowned slightly, "Student?"

He thought maybe he had frightened the kid, so he said softly, "It's okay, if you don't want it..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yang abruptly stood on tiptoe, and grabbed the basketball from Jing Muye's hand vigorously with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ji Yang's eyes covered by his long hair only dared to look up at him quickly, then turned around and ran away with the basketball in his arms.

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay.

But after all, it was just a small episode, Jing Muye's friend walked over, put a hand on Jing Muye's shoulder, "Brother Ye, you can't do this, we agreed to give it to a girl..."

Jing Muye smiled, and elbowed the man away, "Get lost."

A group of tall teenagers returned to the court again, and the sound of playfulness behind them gradually faded away.

Ji Yang ran a long way with the basketball in his arms before he dared to stop slowly. He was panting violently. As he walked, he couldn't help but put his wet palm on the place where his heart was, and then showed a confused expression.

Now, six years later, facing Jing Muye's question, Ji Yang also showed a confused expression.

He never thought that when his name was spoken by Jing Muye for the first time, it would be like this.

Jing Muye really knew about him, so he must also know about the stinky black history behind this name.

How should he answer, and how can he answer?

In that split second, Ji Yang's hard-earned psychological defense collapsed again.

There is a very light electric sound in the game.

Aspen's microphone flickered, and the thin and cold boyish voice trembled: "I am."

The barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly filled with exclamation marks all over the screen.

After getting an answer that wasn't too unexpected, Jing Muye was emotionally silent for a few seconds.

Only at this moment did he begin to doubt his purpose in the end. Could it be that he was expecting that Aspen would not be Ji Yang?

Or... just want to have a word with this curious young man like Ji Yang?

Although he personally admires Ji Yang, a talented player with an extremely strong personal style, he is responsible for the entire TEMP team after all.

Opening the mirror and shooting has become an instinct engraved in the bones, and it doesn't take a second.

"boom--"

The sound of AWM sounded, and Ji Yang's computer screen went dark.

He was headshot by Moon.

Incandescent lights in the room glow from darkness to dawn.

The sun shone in through the gap in the curtains, and it happened to be projected on the extremely emaciated face of the young man.

After a long time, the burning heat on his skin woke him up, and the boy opened his eyes with scarlet red.

"Stab" sounded.

The wooden chair and the old floor tiles scraped each other and made a sound. Ji Yang got up in a daze, like a zombie in the end of the world in a movie, and walked mechanically and stiffly to the bathroom.

After solving his physical needs, he splashed cold water on his face again. Ji Yang brushed back his long hair on his forehead, and saw the person in the mirror with a blank expression, so he tried to smile with the corners of his lips parted.

Ugly.

Ji Yang lowered his gaze.

He has been stuck at home for so long, and the part-time job he set before was lost because of playing games. Now it is time to find another job.

Otherwise, before Hu Yongxing's Internet cafe reopens, he may starve to death at home.

Ji Yang returned to the room and picked up the flashing cell phone.

There are so many messages on WeChat and companion play platforms, and there are many unsightly words at a cursory glance, and the news of more than every year is still in the early morning——

00:36

More than every year: The organizer agrees that you have withdrawn from the competition.

Aspen: OK.

Aspen: Sorry.

00:50

More than every year:.

Ji Yang didn't look any more, just clicked on the job-seeking software, and began to screen the companies one by one.

Suddenly, "Bang bang bang!"

There was an extremely fast knocking sound outside the door, heavy and urgent, like the bursting drums of hailstones overwhelming the metal, and the wall dust was shaken off by it. The sound was so loud that it could be heard on several floors.

Ji Yang put down his cell phone, and as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he heard knocking on the door turned into kicking the door, accompanied by a dull and irritable man's voice: "Open the door! Open the door for me!"

It was not yet seven o'clock, Ji Yang didn't want to disturb the people, so he quickened his pace and walked to the entrance, and opened the door without hesitation.

The thin man at the door fell in because of this, and fell on Ji Yang. Ji Yang took a step back, neither helped nor stopped, and the man slammed heavily on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, making a "boom".

"Hold."

The man screamed in pain, clutching his forehead and staggeringly trying to stand up, but he couldn't stand up a few times, and slipped to the ground again.

"Stupid bastard, why don't you help me!"

He cursed and grabbed Ji Yang's trousers, all the way up, he was able to stand still only by grabbing people.

The two people looked at each other, the man blinked vigorously, pointed at Ji Yang and cursed: "You heartless brat, I almost got my fingers chopped off! Ask you to send some money, you fucking Still beating people like that, do you wish I could die!"

From opening the door to now, Ji Yang didn't move much, and his expression didn't change, he just looked at him calmly.

The man scolded for a long time and saw that he didn't respond, and muttered a "freak" again, then pushed Ji Yang away very hard, and walked towards the sofa with weak steps.

Ji Yang stood there for a few seconds and closed the door.

Turning around, he saw a man smelling of alcohol and dirty all over, climbed onto his sofa without taking off his shoes, and ordered like a gentleman: "Quickly go and give me a face!"

Ji Yang walked up to him and said, "Get up."

The man's leather shoes were on the armrest of the sofa. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at Ji Yang. His brain was blurred due to drunkenness, and he asked, "What?"

The plain sofa cushions were washed by Ji Yang a few days ago when the weather was fine, and dried in the sun for a few days.

When spring comes to City H, it always rains non-stop, and the foggy weather is always mixed with tides. I don't know when I will be able to dry the sofa cushions next time.

Ji Yang's voice was extremely hoarse, and he said almost word for word: "I, tell you, get up."

The man finally heard it clearly this time, so he was furious: "I am your father! I can lie down and sleep when I want! Who the hell are you giving orders to here? Ah? If there is no father, who will get you?" Come to this world to eat delicious food and drink spicy food—”

With a "bang", the man's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Ji Yang casually picked up the vase on the coffee table beside him and knocked it on the man's head.

Bleeding.

The author has something to say:

Woooooo don’t fatten me up QAQ

I will try my best to be thick and long! ! ! ! !

And, just for the needs of novel writing, please don't study the violence in the text, cold violence and hard violence are not acceptable! !Of course, we cannot tolerate such violence!

Today is also a day to love everyone!