God said I would meet you

For the first time in her life, Lin Jinyu asked herself seriously: Am I gay?

This word made him feel both strange and contradictory, like the buoyant quicksand river in Journey to the West, and like the abyss hell named Tartarus in Greek mythology. Once you step into it, you will be swallowed up, and you can never turn back.

He always felt that something was wrong with Zhang Xinli that night, but he couldn't tell what was wrong... In contrast, it seemed that he himself was even more wrong. The warmth, the look in his eyes... the feeling of touch still seems to remain on his neck.

After that night, their relationship seemed to be back to the time when they were close. Lin Jinyu didn't understand what Zhang Xinli meant by "my own problems", but he vaguely felt that Zhang Xinli seemed to have left something behind and still took care of him as before. He no longer avoids him intentionally or unintentionally as he did a few days ago, but the uneasiness in his heart has not diminished even a little bit.

Lin Jinyu walked in the midst of self-doubt and fear with his heart full of thoughts. He knew very well in his heart that he would not imagine kissing his friends.

Friendship can accommodate many things, but not a kiss.

Lin Jinyu began to be preoccupied. He asked himself over and over again: Am I gay?

The more people think about and doubt something, the more they focus on it, the more troubled they are.Lin Jinyu repeatedly recalled that imaginary scene, until all the details were engraved in his mind, and as soon as he closed his eyes, they would appear in front of him more and more.

Zhang Xinli's face, his expression, his posture, the sense of real touch when he touched his cheeks, his soft lips and his well-defined waist...Those scenes resurfaced in Lin Jinyu's mind again and again, lingering .

No... no, Lin Jinyu thought: Maybe... this is just an illusion, an illusion caused by being too close and too close, maybe I should try to make some other friends and expand my social circle. socialize with other people more...

After all, it is much easier to reassure yourself that this is just an illusion than to convince yourself that you are gay.

The days passed, and the basketball game soon began.In the cross-knockout system, their class has Xu Zhao, a master, and a good center Chen Yewei. They barely made it through the preliminaries 2:0 and reached the finals all the way.As the No. 8 substitute, Lin Jinyu only occasionally played for a few minutes to get addicted to participation.

In the past few days, the playground after school was full of people, and every student gathered around the field of their own class and shouted for cheer.

Zhang Xinli does not belong to the basketball team, but he is very familiar with all the players. Every time Lin Jinyu is on the court, he will always stand beside Teacher Hu, watching him from a position very close to the court, but he will not direct him loudly. Running and shooting.

By the time of the semi-finals, there were only four classes remaining in the whole grade. Lin Jinyu’s class and the winning class would play the finals in the indoor gymnasium on Sunday afternoon. At that time, there would be more equipment, mechanical scoring and timing, and more punishments. strict.

After the self-study on Sunday morning, Teacher Xia specially told the whole class to count one by one, and go to the game for those who have nothing to do, and cheer for the class. Although Lin Jinyu and the others are substitutes, there is still a sense of ceremony. Seriously changed their team uniforms and greeted each other. See you on the field.

People in the class went to the gymnasium one after another. Zhang Xinli put down his pen, walked over to Lin Jinyu, and asked him, "Let's go?"

Usually they would go together, but this time Lin Jinyu hesitated and said, "Ah, you go first, I'll wait for Xu Zhao and go with him later."

In fact, the three of them are fine together. Zhang Xinli was a little surprised to hear him say that, but he didn't ask anything. He turned around and left as he said.

Lin Jinyu watched his back disappear into the corner of the back door, heaved a sigh of relief, and felt crazy at the same time.

He and Xu Zhao arrived at the gymnasium together. At this time, there was still half an hour before the official start of the match. Teacher Hu called them all to the back and took them to warm up.

Qiao Qiang came in carrying a box of mineral water. She was the sports committee member and was in charge of the entire logistics. Anyone who was thirsty could just drink it.

After Lin Jinyu finished warming up, she also took a bottle in her hand, and turned around to sit on the stool.

After a while, the broadcast sounded, and players from both sides entered the field.

There are actually many seats in the stands, but no one is sitting. Everyone stands and squeezes on the sidelines to experience the scene up close.

Xu Zhao and the other five starters played the jump ball, while Lin Jinyu and a few substitutes slipped over to stand with the class.

Zhang Xinli didn't come with him at first, but now he was submerged in the group of people.

Obviously not long ago I made up my mind to expand my social circle, and don't be obsessed with something that sounds like a fantasy, but as soon as Lin Jinyu came out of the lounge, before her brain had time to impose a ban on her body, her eyes began to move on her own. Looking for Zhang Xinli's figure... It was completely out of a natural habit. By the time Lin Jinyu realized it, his eyes had already found Zhang Xinli and automatically locked on like a scope.

Zhang Xinli turned his head to the side and didn't know who he was talking to. The whistle sounded on the field over there, and the finals had already started.

Lin Jinyu muttered in her heart: You came so early, and you didn't obediently cheer for our class. Who are you talking to here?

The fighting on the field was extremely fierce, and the squad that came here was not a parallel importer. Few of the players with any real skills were eliminated as early as 800 years ago.

Lin Jinyu was facing the field, as if she was concentrating on watching the game, but in fact, she was all focused on the three-acre field that she could see out of the corner of her eye.

He couldn't help but look at Zhang Xinli, and felt guilt and embarrassment after reading it, and he spurned himself.

Obviously, there were a few good players in the squad that was fighting against them. The small forward was not as skilled as Xu Zhao, but he was much taller than him, with strong bounce and quick reaction. After shooting the ball, the teammates cooperated with the layup to get off to a good start for their class.

The two sides are like a tug-of-war, you come and go, tit for tat, the score between offense and defense is very tight.

When the whistle sounded for the first quarter, there was a bright red "15:11" on the scoreboard, and Lin Jinyu and the others took the lead.

Lin Jinyu breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, it seems that the two sides are evenly matched, we are still in the lead, and the odds of winning don't look small.

It was hard for him to restrain himself from looking at Zhang Xinli from time to time, but when he wanted to rest, Zhang Xinli walked towards him by himself.

Lin Jinyu was stiff all over, and he felt that he was nervous. In fact, he noticed it almost the first time Zhang Xinli took a step, but he pretended not to notice, his back was straight, and his eyes were looking at Lao Hu's direction without turning his eyes. Concerned about the country and the people, suffering and deep hatred.

"Nervous?" Zhang Xinli stood behind him, saw Lin Jinyu's serious face, and said, "It's okay, it's just an intramural competition."

It's hard to get to the finals. It's impossible to say that you are not nervous at all, but Lin Jinyu's nervousness is not just because of this.

He forcibly cleared those messy pictures from his mind, and said casually as usual: "Do you think we can win?"

Zhang Xinli pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Probably not."

"Why?" Lin Jinyu originally thought that he would say something like "hard to say" or "half a catty"... He said strangely: "Xu Zhao played very steadily, he was almost sure to make a move, and we are still ahead...Although it is only a bit."

Zhang Xinli said: "It is because Xu Zhao is too prominent that he is dangerous. Our class's focus is too obvious. If we are targeted, we will be overtaken soon."

Lin Jinyu looked at him blankly: "How to say..."

Zhang Xinli briefly told him so and so, and soon the whistle blew, and the second quarter began.

At the beginning of this quarter, it was similar to the first quarter, with points being exchanged for points, and everyone was playing against each other, but soon, the situation changed.

The opponent began to target Xu Zhao purposefully, double-teaming, two-on-one, and everything.Xu Zhao was single-handedly chased and intercepted by two or three people, and sometimes he couldn't touch the ball at all.

This battle is very good, but he alone can't make the whole team score.

Xu Zhao was like being surrounded by a wall. His teammates couldn't find the space to pass him, so he had to take on the offensive task by himself, but the overall level of ball control and shooting of the others was not as good as that of the opponent. The basket scored a few points, and Chen Yewei grabbed two rebounds.

Lin Jinyu was speechless. The play on the opposite side was exactly the same as Zhang Xinli said. Those who didn't know it thought that the coach of the opposite class was standing next to him.

At the end of the second quarter, the score was reset to 22:22, tying.

Oh no, isn't it... Mr. Hu is obviously very annoyed, he has seen this hidden danger since the practice match, and tried to correct it, but it was useless.

Not only is Xu Zhao unwilling to give the ball to his teammates, but even the other players are used to thinking about how to pass the ball to Xu Zhao as soon as they get the ball, and they have no offensive enthusiasm at all.The group atmosphere is like this, because they subconsciously think that only passing the ball to Xu Zhao will be safe and everything will be fine. If they don't pass the ball to Xu Zhao, they will feel guilty if they are cut off in their own hands.

In the semi-finals of the preliminaries, it was okay if the opponents were not that strong, and no one could defend against them in singles and simple coordination, but once the overall strength of the opponents was slightly stronger than them, Xu Zhao's attack would not work, and everyone else would be in chaos .

High school students are eager to win and have a strong sense of collective honor. Lin Jinyu watched helplessly catching up bit by bit, feeling extremely anxious, but as a mediocre substitute rookie, he had no choice but to be anxious.

The temperature is not too high today and the wind is not too low. No one wears school uniforms on Sunday. Lin Jinyu wears a Lakers-style team uniform on the inside, and a white heavy industry embroidered baseball uniform with light gold belts on the shoulders and arms. The wind was just right, and now I was in a hurry, sweating profusely from my brow.

There was no emotion on Zhang Xinli's face, but seeing Lin Jinyu's pale and anxious face, he couldn't help asking, "Are you so anxious?"

"What do you think?" Lin Jinyu really didn't have the time to focus on him at the moment: "I'm so anxious, I wish I could be reincarnated as Jordan right now, go up and throw the basket on the spot and explode."

Zhang Xinli said: "It's just an intramural basketball game, there's no benefit in winning."

"That's also the game we went all out for. That's all middle school students can play. Can they still play in the NBA? It's not for the benefit of training and competition," Lin Jinyu said: "Can you have a sense of collective honor? .”

Zhang Xinli thought about what he said, and said, "That's right."

However, the sky didn't work out. Less than a minute into the third quarter, the opponent scored a three-pointer like a blind cat hitting a mouse. Lin Jinyu and his team missed the counterattack, and the score was overtaken in an instant.

Under Qiao Qian's leadership, the girls and boys yelled hoarsely to cheer, and the sound of cheering on the other side merged into two waves of sound, which almost knocked off the roof of the house.

Hastily, hastily, come on!Lin Jinyu's eyes were as wide as a cow's. If the match was determined by the power of thoughts, he should be able to beat ten of them.

Zhang Xinli didn't care about it at first. This kind of competition without certificates and bonuses, where a class in a school plays by itself is just a recreational activity after dinner. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, and there is no benefit in winning. It made him feel miraculous, but he couldn't help being infected a little bit, as if this was really a big deal, and winning would make people feel happy for a long, long time inexplicably.

In the 8th minute of the third quarter, the power forward holding the ball on the opposite side hit Lin Jinyu's power forward's nose with an elbow when he forced a shot.

The power forward immediately fell to the ground. The referee blew his whistle and gestured for an offensive foul. The goal was invalid and no free throw was awarded.

Lin Jinyu could see clearly that this sweep was really serious. The power forward knelt on the ground, clutching his nose for a while and didn't get up.

After saying a few words of sorry to the other side, Teacher Hu called a timeout, and took Lin Jinyu and the others to see the situation.

Good guy, the power forward looked up at the sky, there were streaks of blood in the crevices of his fingers covering his nose.Lin Jinyu and the others hurriedly helped him to the sidelines, handed him tissues and poured cold water on his forehead.

I don't know if it hurt the bridge of the nose. A long timeout is only 100 seconds. Teacher Hu has to change urgently.

At this time, the score on the field is fixed at 29:39, and a substitution is imperative, but the current trend is not good. This power forward is not bad in physique, and he made a lot of efforts to grab rebounds. Now he is replaced and a substitute Everyone is inferior to him, and it looks like a losing situation.

Teacher Hu was also obviously in a bad mood, his eyebrows were knit into knots, and he was thinking about what to do.

Everyone else was also aware of the situation. The power forward raised his hand and said, regardless of the toilet paper stuffed in his nose, "Teacher, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with it."

As soon as he lowered his head, another line of blood soaked down the toilet paper.

"No problem, shit, go to the infirmary after the beating." Teacher Hu said, "Forget it, let's get another person first, and wait until your bleeding stops."

Time passed by, and just when Mr. Hu was about to tell someone to explain the matter, Lin Jinyu watched anxiously as the gap in the row gradually widened, and was about to widen the score, which was bright red and stinging. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. flash.

Like a landlord leading his own cow, he pulled Zhang Xinli behind him, squeezed into the crowd, and said, "Teacher! There is another way," Lin Jinyu said eagerly, "It's better... let him go."