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Xu Fanming was really looking forward to Saturday’s team meeting, because they were finally going to meet their basketball coach. This mysterious Coach Qiu, the one they had only heard over the phone… what would he say about their performance in this game, or about everything they had done so far this semester? Fang Ruihan and Zhu Xuyao both seemed to have a close relationship with him. What kind of person would he turn out to be? Xu Fanming was so excited that he arrived at the gym half an…- 160.3 K • Ongoing
- The evening weather was mild. Not too hot, not too cold. As usual, Fang Ruihan had put on his running shoes for a night jog. When he passed by the bookstore just outside campus, he happened to spot He Jiang browsing through the shelves. He stopped, a little surprised, and waved. “Hey. What a coincidence.” He Jiang paused. He looked at Fang Ruihan, and for a moment, another face flashed through his mind. But he said nothing. He just gave a slight nod. “Yeah.” “I run past here on my night…
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- As life gradually returned to normal, Xu Fanming also started training harder than ever. Out of the 24 hours in a day, aside from 8 hours of sleep and 1 hour for meals, he spent nearly every other moment on the court. Most of the time he practiced alone, but whenever He Jiang had time, he would come keep him company. Every night, Xu Fanming would drag his sweat-soaked body back to the dorm around 11 p.m. During the day, he barely managed to attend any classes, and he was always so exhausted that he…
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- After watching TV for a while longer, the two of them finally decided to go out for a night run. It was supposed to help them sleep better. By the time they got back, they were drenched in sweat. When it came time to shower, He Jiang insisted on sharing the bathroom with Xu Fanming. The patter of water echoed against the tile, mist slowly clouded the mirror. He Jiang brought in a small stool for Xu Fanming to sit on and began scrubbing his back. At first, Xu Fanming felt a little shy, but gradually…
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- Since there were no afternoon classes anyway, Xu Fanming ended up following He Jiang back to his rental apartment after all. He Jiang turned on the big projector, connected it to his phone via Bluetooth, and pulled two cans of chilled strawberry milk from the fridge. It was sweet and creamy. Xu Fanming found himself kind of starting to like the taste. “Why are you so into this stuff?” He Jiang paused, fingers resting on the bottle cap. “You really want to know?” Xu Fanming glanced at him…
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- When Xu Fanming came out of the restroom, he wandered around the corridor for quite a while and still didn’t see a trace of Fang Ruihan. He pulled out his phone to make a call, but before he could even dial, another call came in right on cue. It was from Zhu Xuyao. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Zhu Xuyao at all in the two days since the game. What had he been up to? “Huh?” “Fan-daddy!” As soon as he picked up, he heard Zhu Xuyao’s voice, a little breathless and more than a…
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- Xu Fanming slept for an entire day and night, his head buried deep in the blankets, completely unconscious. By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the third day. There had been nothing in his dreams. No regret, no frustration. Every emotion had somehow been processed away in that sleep. But once awake, he was seized by an inexplicable sense of emptiness. He had two classes that morning, but it was far too late to make it now. So he simply got changed and, stomach…
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- The sting of sweat, the ragged breathing, on the court, everything felt cruel for the weaker team. The cheers of the crowd, the blinding lights, the glances from their opponents, each one amplified the pressure, threatening to drag them down completely. All they could do was grit their teeth and endure. Ten minutes, nine minutes, eight minutes, seven minutes… They felt time slipping away, while their strength drained even faster. Their steps grew heavy, their vision dim. In the end, the outcome…
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- The rest of the game was grueling for everyone. Within less than five minutes of play, Qinghuo was forced to call for another timeout. Mishaps piled one after another. Zhu Xuyao got whistled for a foul after overreaching while fighting Tan Ren for a rebound. Then, Wen Qin accidentally committed a defensive foul on Yuan Dan, racking up his second personal foul. By this point in the quarter, Qinghuo had already accumulated three team fouls. One more, and they would be giving away free throws. The…
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- “Xu Fanming!” The figure ahead was running fast, vanishing around the corner in the blink of an eye. The narrow hallway twisted and turned, and He Jiang nearly lost him several times. He furrowed his brow and shouted again, “Xu Fanming, stop right there!” Clack! The bathroom door slammed shut in front of him. He Jiang grabbed the handle, shoved it open, and squeezed himself into the cramped restroom. He closed the door behind him and turned the lock. The outside world was now sealed off…
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