After the global recovery I crossed

SUA Foundation, Office of Senior Members.

Wang Xichen was lying on the long couch, the curtains were blown up by the wind and brushed against his forehead, a layer of red fluff swept over his eyelids, reflecting a blush brighter than the sun.

After the eyeballs that were still in the dream had adapted to the sunlight in reality, he stretched out his fingers to rub the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, your lunch." A mid-level member of the foundation knocked on the door.

Wang Xichen set up a [luxury set meal without expiration date] on the desk, and bit into the juicy chicken, but he didn't feel the extra delicious taste in his mouth.

After taking a few minutes to eat, he lay back on the couch, resting his arms over his eyes, and fell asleep.

Make myself dream of Lin Xingtao and Zhao Lue.

Although in the dream, he could tell the difference between Lin Xingtao and Zhao Lue, but he couldn't tell which Wang Xichen he was.

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Nanda, 2018, sunny day.

Wang Xichen, who gave up studying abroad and came to this domestic university, put his hands in his pockets, wore a hat, and walked casually, with his favorite music playing on his headphones.

In fact, he prefers to drive his own sports car. The top sound system in the car is mixed with the roaring sound, and the faint exhaust gas smashes into the ground rolled by the wheels. He can shout to the people who are thrown behind : "Rafa trash!"

Obviously that Koenigsegg has been ordered abroad... Thinking of this, his car-loving heart became restless.

A sudden noise caught his attention, he frowned, and was just about to make a detour, but he turned around again because of the sound of "Lin Xingtao".

Passing through the crowd surrounding the basketball court, his eyes fell on the boy on the edge of the court.

Lin Xingtao, people in the class always compare the two of them, mainly because of their good looks.

Of course Wang Xichen knew that Lin Xingtao was good looking. He had already glanced at Lin Xingtao from the Faculty of Arts to the Faculty of Environment at the opening ceremony.

It's just that Lin Xingtao's hair was longer and even had bangs at that time, but now he has a cool cropped cut, fully showing his facial features that can't be faulted in the sun, at least half of the girls are talking about him.

He didn't look happy, his brows were furrowed, and a few drops of sweat fell down the bridge of his tall nose and onto his slender fingers holding the ball.Someone from the opposite side came over to pull him awkwardly, but was fixed in place by his gaze.

Wang Xichen changed direction, and went to the opposite side of Lin Xingtao, and was swept away by his gaze.

Those pitch-black eyes might be due to a little sweat, they were extraordinarily bright, showing an almost colorless texture under the sunlight.Swept by his gaze, Wang Xichen unconsciously had the illusion that a weak beast was being watched closely by a powerful predator.

Wang Xichen just shook his head, and saw Lin Xingtao bit off the wrist guard he was wearing with his eyes open, and rushed up.

Wang Xichen took a step forward, and before he could figure out why he took a step forward, it was as if he wanted to go up with Lin Xingtao, and the screams spread throughout the basketball court like a basketball bounced at his feet.

Lin Xingtao punched a certain boy in the face, in a completely straightforward way of hitting someone in the face.Before someone stepped forward to fight carefully, three people fell to the ground in unison. Lin Xingtao looked at them condescendingly, frowning, and his indifference was broken into sharp sections.

He exudes an air of intimacy from the inside out.

So the crowd automatically gave way.

Lin Xingtao didn't go that way, he walked in the direction of Wang Xichen.

Wang Xichen's heart skipped a beat.

The person lying on the ground yelled: "You, surnamed Lin, are finished! You should be the first to fight in college, wait to be punished!"

Another person said near Wang Xichen: "Even if he becomes the three fantasy gods of Nanda basketball in his freshman year, will anyone dare to play basketball with him in the future?"

Wang Xichen noticed that although Lin Xingtao was walking towards him, he didn't look at him. He followed his gaze down and realized that the basketball was at his feet.

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

He heard Lin Xingtao's sarcastic laughter overflowing from his nasal cavity, he didn't know if it was aimed at him or the one lying down.

A gust of wind passed by, Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand to grab the basketball, and the basketball slipped from Wang Xichen's hands.

Lin Xingtao passed by rubbing Wang Xichen's shoulder.

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

Wang Xichen looked at his hands, thinking back to his clumsy, somewhat ridiculous movements just now.

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

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

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

Wang Xichen thought for a while, grabbed a basketball from the person next door who was holding a basketball to watch the excitement, and threw it at that person.

"Peng—"

A ball in the middle.

Wang Xichen couldn't help laughing.

——As expected, he still has the talent to play basketball, which can be learned.

He turned and walked away, not caring who asked "who's that in the hat" or who was right or who was wrong.

It makes no difference to him who is right and who is wrong.

He laughed at Lin Xingtao in his heart.

Look at you, you actually have to face school punishment for this kind of thing.

I just ran away, and now I don’t know where to regret and feel uncomfortable...

He stopped, turned around again, and said truthfully to the faculty members who rushed over: "I knocked them out with a basketball."

The other party seriously asked him to show his student ID card.

He cooperated obediently and said softly, "I am Wang Xichen."

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

——Lin Xingtao, I am Wang Xichen.

The teaching staff gave him a strange look, and suddenly realized that the name was a bit unusual.

Later, Wang Xichen called Lin Xingtao's roommate and asked irritably, "Is it because he doesn't want to join the basketball team?"

Xu Youxin was puzzled on the other end of the phone, but still replied: "Well, he didn't want to go in. Those three people have apologized to him, and the matter should be over."

Wang Xichen hung up the phone and went to practice with the basketball in his arms.

He is indeed talented, and he made the three fantasy gods of the big basketball world have one more him, making them four.

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

Until June 2020, 6, when Lin Xingtao jumped up and dunked, it seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world.

That day, he didn't know what to feel in his heart, and he was extremely irritable. Perhaps the attention he paid 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 doesn't know anything!

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 already started practicing!

Just so angry at himself, he received a call from Lin Xingtao.

[Lin Xingtao] was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. This number was saved two years ago, and Wang Xichen never called it once.

He was also a little surprised, he was wondering if Lin Xingtao would call again if he refused.

He, Wang Xichen, doesn't look like the kind of person who would casually answer calls from strangers, does he?

"Hello." Wang Xichen answered.

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

"Huh?" Wang Xichen said in his heart that I knew.

They talked about the Psionic Foundation.

It was the first time that he had spoken so many words with Lin Xingtao, and coupled with the impact of the spiritual energy recovery just now, Wang Xichen's words had obvious thorns.

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 going too far.

Is it too much?

As the young master of the Wang family, Wang Xichen has never followed other people's habits, and has always been courted by others. The humbleness of some people is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people like Lin Xingtao.

He just felt like he wasted his time with someone who wasn't in his world at all.

Lin Xingtao will not be from the Zhao family, nor will 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 resolutely, not thinking about how Lin Xingtao would feel.

He closed his eyes.

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

Doubts flashed over me as to why I had returned home.

He walked through the living room, which was much bigger than a basketball court, and his shoes made a steady melody on the floor tiles.Every inch here is familiar to him, whether it's the antique vase at the door or the hanging classical oil painting, the huge chandelier is exactly the same as in memory.

The next moment, the melody was disorganized.

He saw Lin Xingtao on the sofa where he often lay down and rested, a person who shouldn't exist in his memory.

Lin Xingtao was nestled on the sofa, wearing headphones, holding a game controller in his hand, immersed in the game.

Wang Xichen paused for a moment, walked over and grabbed Lin Xingtao's arm, through a thin layer of sweater, the heat of Lin Xingtao's body scalded him all at once.

Without turning his head, Lin Xingtao said casually, "I'll play for a while, until the hour is up, and you will send me home later."

"Go home...?" Wang Xichen asked.

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

Wang Xichen realized that he no longer knew Lin Xingtao.

The person who smiles brightly in front of him, plays games at his house naturally and casually, drives him to drive willfully and arrogantly, and calls his brother intimately and familiarly is absolutely impossible to be Lin Xingtao.

"Zhao Lue?" He tried to ask.

Zhao Lue ignored him. The thin forehead hair at this age was half pressed by the earphones on the eyelids and the top of the head, but his eyes pierced through the messy hair and projected straight and focused on the screen.

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

Wang Xichen couldn't explain how he felt, this person was a stranger to him, and then he just sat on the edge of the sofa and watched him play games, and he actually 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 very ironed and expensive cashmere cardigan.

Every hair on the surface of the cardigan is clearly visible under the dimmed light in the living room, clean and uniform, without a single knotted ball of thread, and a little farther away, his whole body is surrounded by a hazy halo.

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

At this moment, Wang Xichen found himself shaking uncontrollably.

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

The cashmere coat is the color of the basic model, and it is well tailored. Even Wang Xichen has to say that the texture is excellent. Just pull it out gently, and the surface looks like water ripples.

Wrapped in the dry and cold cedar smell of the coat, the memories of the past 20 years were chaotically mixed and revived in Wang Xichen's mind.

He tried his best 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 that belonged to him.

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.

Lin Xingtao was hugged by his mother, and quickly left towards the door.

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

He seemed to have seen the candy that his uncle snatched from Wang Xichen's hand and was going to give it back to him, but he didn't realize what it meant.

That was a long, long time ago.

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

Zhao Xingyi said that Lin Xingtao has grown up, from the age of eating candy to a handsome boy who is all-powerful on 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 a lazy smile at him that brightened his mood.

Wang Xichen's hands trembled all of a sudden.

Lin Xingtao, where is your basketball?

The author has something to say: the last few paragraphs are borrowed from Yu Guangzhong's "Jenny's Braid".

There is another chapter in the side story, the relationship will be wild (?), warning.

When I first met Jenny,

She was a very little girl,

The long braid floats behind,

Like a pair of dreamy wings.

But it's been a long, long time,

I haven't seen her in a long, long time.

They say Jenny has grown up,

Long braids turned into curls.

Yesterday on the street I met Jenny,

She gave me a bright red smile,

But I almost cried,

Where did Jenny's braid go?