The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

As soon as the get out of class was over, Wen Qiu took his computer to the basketball court to watch Yan Sheng's game.

He did smell many of the elements of a male protagonist in Yan Sheng. This sunny and handsome ALPHA was really popular with the opposite sex, and he was able to handle several suitors at the same time with ease.

On this basis, Yan Sheng was always able to manage his time well, taking time out to chat with him about life, intentionally or unintentionally lifting up his jersey to show off his abdominal muscles, flirting with him and exuding some male hormones, which meant that he still had evil intentions.

Wen Qiu accepted all of them and carefully pasted all the love he sent into his own little notebook of inspiration.

The first game he watched was the semi-final, in which the Academy of Fine Arts faced the powerful Academy of Mathematics. Yan Sheng, as a shooting guard, scored 40 points for the team, laying the foundation for victory in the game.

About half of the audience came to see him, and the screams and shouts from the audience never stopped. After a handsome rebound, Yan Sheng raised his hands to celebrate, suddenly winked at the audience, and threw a kiss.

Wen Qiu was stunned, because he was sure that Yan Sheng was looking at him at that moment, and that flying kiss was also directed at him. The people around him immediately cast fiery glances at him.

"Yan Sheng's new boyfriend? He's so handsome..."

"Wait, isn't he the one from the College of Arts..."

Wen Qiu couldn't help but lower the brim of his hat. Seeing this, Jiang Mingxin, who was sitting next to him, immediately made a gesture of being hit by a heart, and shouted to the court with both hands like a trumpet: "Yan Sheng, I love you ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him. Wen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being blown a kiss in public was more of a "shock" than a "heart-thrill".

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The game ended with the Academy of Fine Arts winning 97:62. Wen Qiu bought two bottles of iced cola and went to the locker room to find Yan Sheng. As soon as he came in, the sweaty boys said they were leaving and gave Yan Sheng a thumbs up, asking him to take over the stronghold quickly, which made Yan Sheng blush. After finding that he and Wen Qiu were the only two people in the locker room, he never stopped fixing his hair.

Wen Qiu stared at his face calmly, recording some descriptions of his facial expressions in his mind, and handed him the iced Coke.

Yan Sheng took the Coke and felt as if he was burned by the cold touch. He looked down uncomfortably and suddenly blurted out, "Hey, toilet cleaner!"

"?" Wen Qiu looked at him in confusion.

Yan Sheng realized how stupid his words were and explained in a panic, "It's just that, it's a joke on the Internet. I'm a Coca-Cola fan, and I was just joking. I didn't mean that you gave me toilet cleaner..."

"Oh, I know that joke." Wen Qiu opened the Pepsi and took a sip.

"Ah..." If Yan Sheng was a wolfdog, his ears would have drooped at this moment. He said dejectedly: "Every time I meet you, I get nervous. My mind is a mess and I can't speak. I'm really not like this normally."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiu pricked up his ears curiously. Jin Ling had emphasized that this kind of "special treatment" was the essence of love.

Yan Sheng explained: "That's right, you give me a very cold and mysterious feeling. No matter what topic I talk about, you don't seem to be very interested. Even when I talk about funny things, you don't smile at me. You always look indifferent, so every time I am in front of you, I will be very nervous."

Aloof? Really? Wen Qiu was completely confused. If it was in the past, it would be understandable, but now he is clearly very emotional.

He thought about it and suddenly realized who these emotions were caused by. He only gave his undisguised joy, anger, sorrow and happiness to one person. So sometimes even Jiang Mingxin would say that he was difficult to approach, so Zhao Ma was always cautious with him at home... Wen Qiu's eyes flickered, and he suddenly realized that Yan Sheng was still waiting for his answer.

He said, "Don't be nervous. I came to see you today just to chat with you. I encountered difficulties in writing the script, so I wanted to ask about your love experience to see if I can find any inspiration."

Hearing him say this, Yan Sheng felt both disappointed and happy, "Then let's find a coffee shop?"

“No, just on the basketball court.”

There were few people on the basketball court after the game. Yan Sheng was dribbling the basketball alone. He made a three-step layup with an agile posture. He suddenly jumped up and grabbed the basket. He stayed in the air for three seconds, and the muscle lines on his body were all highlighted. Wen Qiu sat on the bench beside the court and clapped his hands. "Not bad, very handsome. The heroine should be attracted by this action, right?"

Yan Sheng snorted after hearing this, "Don't worry about the heroine, are you moved?"

Wen Qiu just smiled and said nothing.

"Although I don't understand screenwriting, I do know one thing," Yan Sheng stood in the middle of the court with his hands on his hips, breathing slightly, "'People can't write things beyond their cognition.' If you don't believe in it yourself, what you write won't convince others."

"You're right." Wen Qiu nodded.

His youth had long been deleted with one click, and his mind was filled with only the mud left by countless traumas. It was really too much to ask him to fantasize about a love story that only carefree young people would fantasize about.

"Actually, I'm very curious." The night wind blew up Yan Sheng's loose basketball vest. He looked into Wen Qiu's eyes, "Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"

I have, of course. Wen Qiu thought, countless times, he had fallen in love with someone he shouldn't have.

He did not answer the question, and Yan Sheng did not ask any more questions. He made a jump shot and threw the ball into the basket.

A gust of night wind blew, blowing away the two people's messy thoughts.

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　Pei Du has been in a bad mood recently. The reason is that Wen Qiu has devoted himself to endless creative career and has greatly neglected him.

The first time, Pei Du took the initiative to bring him home to discuss and exchange ideas, and helped him complete the framework of the report. Although it was not completed that time, Wen Qiu's eyes were full of admiration and trust, which was particularly satisfying.

However, it turned out that feeding cat strips would not tame this heartless wild cat. Another week passed, and Wen Qiu disappeared again. It just so happened that he had been busy recently: Professor Zhao forced a group of hungry junior students to be fed by him, and asked him to feed them for a while, while he and his wife celebrated their golden wedding anniversary and went to the Netherlands to see tulips.

While Pei Du was busy, he felt more and more spiritually empty and needed to find Wen Qiu to take a deep breath.

That day, after he finished revising a silly and innocent junior sister's paper, he tapped the cover and said, "Take it back and twist it."

"Ah?" The junior sister was confused.

"Wring out some water. Fortunately, it wasn't Elder Zhao who showed it to you. He's old and can't swim. He would have drowned." Pei Du threw the report with notes back, "Follow my comments and delete what needs to be deleted."

The junior sister nodded her head and ran away like a fly - Pei Du was a man who could only be admired from afar and not looked at directly. When he was still the legendary tall, rich and handsome senior brother, he had attracted countless junior brothers and sisters; when he suddenly became concrete and began to revise papers, hold group meetings and grade homework, he immediately showed his majestic true self, causing everyone in the group to be silent, fearing that they would be caught by him for two hours of criticism and guidance (mainly criticism).

Pei Du rubbed his brows. While criticizing, he was also hurt by the nonsense thesis. He was about to go back when he heard two junior sisters gossiping outside the door: "Hey, have you heard? The hunk of the Academy of Fine Arts and the belle of the Academy of Literature are in love!"

"Beauty of the Academy? Who is she?"

"That's the mixed-race kid. Let me show you his photo. I've never seen eyes as beautiful as his..."

"Fuck, this is so pretty, a beautiful abstinent lady!"

Pei Du paused and pricked up his ears.

"...I'm telling you, I've been watching him play basketball every day lately...It's killing me!"

Pei Du silently took out his phone and opened the school forum. After studying for a while, he finally found the hidden CP forum among the jargon. It was a bit difficult to find, because the name of the forum was: Purebred Erha × Mixed-blood Persian.

Clicking on it, you will see two large pictures: Yan Sheng is in high spirits on the basketball court, his sweat glittering in the sun, and he is smiling brightly as he blows a kiss to the audience. The other picture is mostly blocked by the afterimage of Jiang Mingxin dancing, but you can also see Wen Qiu's quiet profile, with fair skin and red lips, shining in the spring sun, with a kind of transparent beauty.

The caption is: Ahhh, who can photoshop out that red-haired guy!

After quickly browsing the contents of the high-rise building, Pei Du's mood dropped exponentially, comparable to the recent stock market.

What he disliked even more than Yan Sheng's bold declaration of love was the tone of those people's voices: teasing, teasing, and erotic... It was as if the pearl he held in his palm had turned into a fish eye that someone else could casually chew.

He sent a message to Wen Qiu: "Where are you?"

"Basketball court." Wen Qiu replied, "I'm still writing the script, so I may not be able to accompany you these two days."

Writing a script on the basketball court? Pei Du sighed and walked straight towards the basketball court.

The Waking of Insects has passed, and the campus is filled with the scent of lush vegetation, and the buzzing of insects can be heard in the bushes. The basketball court is illuminated by several headlights, and the regular sound of the ball can be heard from afar.

Pei Du didn't expect to see such an unusually harmonious picture: Wen Qiu dribbled the ball awkwardly, and Yan Sheng instructed him on the side. He first put his hand on his back, "Press your waist down," and then hooked his ankles with his toes, "Spread your feet a little further, shoulder-width apart."

The two chatted and laughed, it didn't look like a serious practice. Yan Sheng taught him how to dribble past the opponent, and put his dominant right hand behind his back, "Try to pass me, I will defend you with one hand."

Wen Qiu couldn't even dribble the ball properly, let alone physically confront an ALPHA. Yan Sheng could defend him with just his body without using his hands.

But Yan Sheng was not in a hurry to end the game, and played with him for a while with a smile. Then he looked over the flustered Wen Qiu, winked provocatively, and suddenly reached out and held the basketball steadily with one hand: "It's mine."

Wen Qiu was deeply frustrated, holding his waist and gasping for breath, and Yan Sheng asked: "How is it, do you feel excited?"

"I'm more annoyed than excited. I'm afraid the heroine will jump up and dunk the hero on the head..." Wen Qiu put himself in the situation and imagined it in his mind. Suddenly he fell silent because he realized Yan Sheng wasn't looking at him. Following his gaze, he turned his head and saw Pei Du standing on the sidelines, watching with his hands in his pockets, quietly without making a sound.

Wen Qiu suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt, as if he had been caught doing something shameful. He asked uncomfortably, "Why are you here?"

"Come and take a look at your script." Pei Du came over very naturally, leaned against Wen Qiu's shoulder and asked intimately, "How is the writing going?"

His eyes were almost pure black, like a windless and moonless night. Wen Qiu felt a little frightened by his stare, but he didn't know whether he should explain - they had never agreed on physical loyalty, let alone anything else. Pei Du shouldn't stare at him as if he was wrong.

Yan Sheng on the other side suddenly interrupted and said, "I heard Qiu say that this time the script requires a heart-pounding story on the basketball court. I am helping him find inspiration."

Facing another ALPHA with a strong aura, Yan Sheng suddenly stopped stuttering. The corner of his mouth still had the smile of an enthusiastic male classmate, but there was a certain aggression in his eyes.

"So you're looking for inspiration." As a fellow ALPHA, Pei Du naturally received the signal of provocation. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a speed faster than Yan Sheng could imagine, he easily snatched the ball from his hand.

"One on one, two rounds?"

(End of this chapter)