bdsm-fiction Chapter 96
Chapter 96
The light from the fireworks shone on his face, flashing intermittently.
A feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.
It's hard to say what it is.
But it's very warm.
She looked away and continued watching the fireworks.
Lin Feng didn't say anything either.
The two stood by the window and looked out for a long time.
The fireworks have finished.
The sound of firecrackers gradually stopped.
Cheng Yuxin yawned.
"I'm sleepy, go to sleep."
Lin Feng nodded.
The two went back to their respective rooms.
Lin Feng lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Twenty days.
Twenty days left.
He closed his eyes.
February 20th.
There is one week left until the competition.
This was Lin Feng's last visit to the basketball court.
Zhou Jianguo was already there.
Throw—swish.
Throw—swish.
Throw—swish.
Lin Feng walked over and began practicing.
Sun Jianguo arrived at six o'clock after practice.
He stood on the sidelines, watching Lin Venture Capital.
After throwing for half an hour, Lin Feng stopped.
Sun Jianguo walked over.
"Kid, that's enough for today."
Lin Feng looked at him.
Sun Jianguo said, "The competition is in a week, so don't train too hard these few days. Take a break and maintain your form."
Lin Feng nodded.
Sun Jianguo patted him on the shoulder.
"Play well."
He turned and left.
Lin Feng stood on the field, watching his back.
Then he turned his head and looked at Zhou Jianguo.
Zhou Jianguo also stopped.
He walked over.
"Next week's match?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Zhou Jianguo remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he said, "Don't be nervous. Just play normally."
Lin Feng nodded.
Zhou Jianguo looked at him.
"You're improving very quickly. Faster than anyone I've ever seen."
Lin Feng didn't speak.
Zhou Jianguo said, "You have talent."
He turned and left.
Lin Feng stood there, watching his figure disappear into the morning mist.
Then he looked down at the ball in his hand.
It's brown, the surface looks a bit old, and those cracks are still there.
He touched it with his hand.
Then he looked up at the basket.
Looked for a long time.
He returned home at 7:30.
Cheng Yuxin stood at the door waiting for him.
"You're back?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Cheng Yuxin looked at him.
"Is it the last week?"
Lin Feng nodded.
Cheng Yuxin said, "I'll go with you."
Lin Feng looked at her.
Cheng Yuxin blushed slightly.
"I already said that."
Lin Feng smiled.
"it is good."
February 27th.
The day before the competition.
Lin Feng sat at his desk, looking out the window.
The sky cleared, the snow melted, and the ground was wet.
He was thinking about tomorrow's game.
Zhao Lei, a shooting guard on the teachers' college team, is an accurate shooter.
He had never seen Zhao Lei play basketball.
But he knew he had to win.
It wasn't because of Cheng Yuxin.
It's because of him.
43 years.
He wanted to win once.
He stood up and walked to the window.
The sound of basketballs outside the window, thump, thump, thump.
He listened to that voice for a long time.
Then he turned around and picked up the ball.
Go out.
It was getting dark when we arrived at the stadium.
There was no one on the field.
He stood in front of the free-throw line and raised the ball.
cast.
Swish.
Hollow.
He picked up the ball and shot it again.
Swish.
Cast again.
Swish.
He threw ten shots in a row, and they all went in.
He stood there, looking at the basket.
Then he laughed.
I packed up the ball and headed home.
In the evening, Cheng Yuxin cooked a lot of dishes.
The two sat at the dining table and ate slowly.
After finishing the meal, Cheng Yuxin cleared away the dishes.
Lin Feng stood at the kitchen doorway, watching her wash.
After watching for a while, he spoke.
"Sister Yuxin."
Cheng Yuxin turned around.
Lin Feng said, "I will definitely win tomorrow."
Cheng Yuxin looked at him.
Her eyes were slightly red.
She nodded.
"I know."
Lin Feng smiled.
He turned and went back to his room.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
tomorrow.
finally reached.