LRAB Chapter 116
Chapter 116
The three sat at the dining table, with Cheng Yuxin next to Lin Feng and Liu Jian opposite her.
It was Liu Jian's first time eating with Cheng Yuxin, and he was a little reserved. He held his chopsticks straight and didn't dare to pick up too much food.
Cheng Yuxin picked up a piece of pork rib for him.
Eat more.
Liu Jian quickly said thank you and lowered his head to eat.
After eating for a while, Liu Jian looked up at Cheng Yuxin, then at Lin Feng, his gaze shifting between the two of them.
"Lin Feng," he said in a low voice, "your sister is really beautiful."
Lin Feng glanced at him.
Liu Jian quickly lowered his head and ate his food, not daring to say anything more.
Cheng Yuxin heard this, her face flushed slightly, but she didn't say anything and continued eating.
After finishing his meal, Liu Jian left.
Before leaving, he made an appointment with Lin Feng to meet at the basketball court at four o'clock the next morning.
Lin Feng saw him to the door and watched his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.
Then I closed the door, went back to my room, and continued writing the program.
Chapter 34 New Companions in the Morning
4 a.m. Monday.
It was still dark outside the window, with only the light from the distant streetlights filtering through the curtains and casting a small patch of orange light on the floor.
Lin Feng woke up right on time.
He sat up, put on his clothes, took the ball, and gently opened the door.
When he got to the living room, he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
He paused for a moment, then walked over.
Cheng Yuxin was standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron, heating up milk.
She smiled when she saw him.
"I've heated up some milk for you. Drink it before you go."
Lin Feng looked at her.
Why are you up so early?
Cheng Yuxin said, "You get up at four o'clock every day to practice, and I heat up milk for you every day."
She poured the heated milk into a cup and handed it to her.
Lin Feng took it and took a sip. It was lukewarm, just right.
He looked at her—her hair was casually tied up, her face still sleepy, and her eyes a little swollen. She definitely hadn't slept enough.
"Sister Yuxin," he said, "you don't need to get up so early."
Cheng Yuxin shook her head.
"It's okay. I can't sleep anyway."
She leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him drink.
Lin Feng finished his milk and handed the cup to her.
"Thanks."
Cheng Yuxin took the cup and smiled.
"Go ahead. Don't be late."
Lin Feng nodded, took the ball, and went out.
The streets were still dark, the streetlights were on, and the early morning of late February was still cold; his breath condensed into white mist in front of him. He carried the ball and walked quickly towards the court.
When we arrived at the stadium, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
There are already players on the field.
Zhou Jianguo is standing outside the three-point line, shooting a basket.
Throw—swish.
Throw—swish.
Throw—swish.
He saw Lin Feng, nodded, and continued throwing without saying a word.
Lin Feng walked to the other side and began practicing.
After a dozen or so shots, a voice came from the sidelines.
"Lin...Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng turned his head.
Liu Jian stood on the sidelines, wearing a blue tracksuit, holding an old ball, panting heavily. His face was red from the cold, and a little snot hung from the tip of his nose.
He glanced at his watch.
"4:20. I... I'm not late, am I?"
Lin Feng looked at him and smiled.
"No. Come in."
Liu Jian walked in and stood next to Lin Feng.
"What should I practice?" he asked.
Lin Feng thought for a moment.
"Dribble first."
He threw the ball to Liu Jian.
Liu Jian caught it and started transporting it.
Thump, thump, thump—the ball hits the ground, bounces up, and hits the ground again. Liu Jian's dribbling posture is wrong; his hand is patting the ball instead of dribbling, and the ball bounces up and down inconsistently.
Lin Feng walked over and corrected his posture.
"Use your fingers, not your palms. Lower your center of gravity and bend your knees."