Body command feeding world

The flow of students leaving school was like a burst dam, pouring out from every exit of the teaching building. The noisy sounds, carried by the evening breeze, filled the entire campus of Yu Ying Middle School.

Lin Ye slung his backpack over his shoulder and strolled along leisurely, seemingly unaffected by the argument during the afternoon self-study period. Wang Dahai, however, was far from calm. He walked along muttering curses, his fists clenched tightly, as if he were about to rush back and argue with Chen Ze again.

"Brother Ye, you shouldn't have stopped me! That Chen Ze was clearly just looking for trouble, his sarcastic and annoying manner was disgusting!" Wang Dahai's fat face flushed red, his voice low but full of anger, "So what if his family has a little money? Why is he targeting you like this? I think he's just bored and looking for trouble!"

Lin Ye glanced at him sideways, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips: "Arguing with him would be beneath you. If you really want to settle things, the basketball court is enough."

His tone was calm, but his eyes held a sharper edge than usual. Lin Ye was never one to back down from trouble; he simply couldn't be bothered to waste his energy on trivial people. But Chen Ze's repeated provocations were like a tiny thorn, pricking him uncomfortably.

Upon hearing about the basketball court, Wang Dahai immediately perked up: "That's right! We'll teach him a lesson on the court! That kid's all about showing off and being cool; he's all show and no substance. When it comes to real skill, he's no match for you! I'll bring you water and a towel later; we'll make him lose fair and square!"

As they talked, they reached the fork in the road leading from the teaching building to the basketball court.

Not far away, Ye Hong was walking with several girls. She was wearing a clean white shirt and a pleated skirt, and her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders. The setting sun fell on her profile, making her look as soft as a painting. As the recognized beauty of Class 3, Grade 11, Ye Hong's beauty was never aggressive, but rather a gentle and refreshing look that made people feel comfortable at first glance.

She was thoughtful and liked to write jots and draw sketches during breaks. Her schoolbag always contained a well-worn sketchbook, and even the blank spaces in her textbooks were filled with small drawings of school scenes. She was always gentle and polite, never putting on airs, and never getting involved in any gossip. She was someone that both boys and girls in the class wanted to be around.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Ye Hong subconsciously turned around and immediately saw Lin Ye and Wang Dahai. Her gaze lingered on Lin Ye for a moment, then she smiled faintly, her dimples appearing and disappearing at the corners of her mouth.

"Lin Ye, Wang Dahai, are you going to the basketball court?" Her voice was soft, like the evening breeze rustling through the leaves.

Wang Dahai immediately nodded: "That's right, Sister Hong, Brother Ye wants to have a one-on-one fight with Chen Ze!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Hong frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "Chen Ze... he acts without considering the consequences. Be careful and don't get hurt."

She didn't offer many words of comfort, but every word she spoke was sincere. Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart and nodded gently to her: "Don't worry, it's alright."

Those three simple words brought a faint blush to Ye Hong's cheeks. She quickly turned around, said something to the girl beside her, and unconsciously slowed her pace, as if she were waiting, or perhaps hesitating whether to follow and see.

Just then, a clean-cut figure walked over from the front.

Bai Xiaoyu carried a stack of homework books, his white shirt collar still buttoned up tightly, his hair neat and tidy, his eyes calm and composed, exuding an unquestionable aura of a class monitor. He was the teacher's most trusted student, consistently ranking among the top three in the grade, meticulous in everything he did, from organizing sports meets to taking attendance during self-study periods, he had never made a single mistake.

His life revolved around studying and class affairs, with his only way to relax being to play table tennis for half an hour after school. He was meticulous to the point of being rigid, intolerant of any imperfections, and could not stand those who disrupted discipline or caused trouble. Chen Ze was naturally one of his primary targets of "attention."

Upon seeing Lin Ye and his friends, Bai Xiaoyu stopped and looked at Lin Ye with a serious expression: "Lin Ye, I know Chen Ze went too far, but don't actually get into a fight with him. What good will it do even if you win? If the teacher finds out, both of you will be punished."

Lin Ye looked up: "Squad leader, he started it first."

"I know," Bai Xiaoyu said, her tone turning serious. "But you're a member of the class, and I don't want our class to be singled out for criticism because of this. Try not to confront him directly. If it really comes down to it, I'll talk to the homeroom teacher."

Wang Dahai muttered to himself, "It's no use saying anything. Chen Ze's family is rich. At most, the teacher will just give him a few words of criticism..."

Bai Xiaoyu glared at him, and Wang Dahai immediately shut up.

Bai Xiaoyu sighed helplessly: "Anyway, be careful. I'll go over there and see, but let's not make a big fuss."

After saying that, he picked up his homework and followed behind Lin Ye and Wang Dahai. Ye Hong hesitated for a few seconds, then said goodbye to the girl she was with and tiptoed towards the basketball court.

Four people, four different thoughts, all heading towards the same place.

By this time, a number of students had gathered on the basketball court to watch the excitement.

Chen Ze leaned against the basketball hoop, dressed in a limited-edition basketball uniform, wearing the latest signature sneakers, and his luxury watch gleamed in the sunset. He was accompanied by two followers, looking arrogant and haughty.

He was a typical rich kid, his family ran a big business, and he got whatever he wanted from a young age, which fostered his arrogant, willful, and disdainful personality. Sleeping in class and playing on his phone were common occurrences for him, and he relied entirely on cheating and paying for favors to pass exams. His hobbies, besides racing cars and collecting limited-edition sneakers, were always looking for ways to compete with others and causing trouble.

No one knew why he kept staring at Lin Ye.

In terms of appearance, Lin Ye is clean and refreshing with a casual temperament, making him more popular with girls than Chen Ze, who has a playboy air about him. In terms of popularity, Lin Ye has a loyal best friend like Wang Dahai who is gentle and kind, while Chen Ze only has a group of sycophantic followers. Even Ye Hong, the class beauty, looks at Lin Ye with a tenderness that Chen Ze has never received.

Perhaps it was jealousy, or perhaps it was because he couldn't stand Lin Ye's nonchalant and indifferent attitude, but Chen Ze had been displeased with Lin Ye ever since he first met him in his first year of high school.

Seeing Lin Ye approach, Chen Ze straightened up and slammed the basketball in his hand onto the ground. The bounce was so high that the surrounding classmates all took a step back.

"Finally here? I thought you were too scared to come." Chen Ze's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes full of provocation. "Lin Ye, don't cry when you lose. I don't comfort people."

Lin Ye didn't respond to him. He walked to the center of the court, bent down to pick up the basketball, and felt the familiar rough texture on his fingertips. He looked up and calmly looked at Chen Ze: "You set the rules, hurry up."

"Great." Chen Ze chuckled. "One-on-one, ten balls, whoever gets there first wins. The loser has to run ten laps around the track and, in front of everyone, admit to being a coward."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding students all gasped in shock.

Running ten laps is a small matter, but admitting in public that you are a coward is like rubbing someone's face in the ground.

Wang Dahai immediately exploded: "Chen Ze, you've gone too far! If you're going to play basketball, just play basketball, why bet so much?"

Chen Ze didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed on Lin Ye: "What? You're scared? If you're scared, admit defeat now, and I'll make you run five fewer laps."

Lin Ye's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the basketball, the calmness in his eyes fading away, replaced by a cold determination.

I promise you.

One sentence silenced the entire room instantly.

Ye Hong stood on the periphery of the crowd, her heart leaping into her throat, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. She looked at the slender yet upright figure in the center of the court, feeling both worried and nervous, fearing that Lin Ye would really lose and suffer such humiliation.

Bai Xiaoyu frowned, wanting to step forward to stop him, but it was too late. He knew Lin Ye's personality; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

Chen Ze was taken aback when Lin Ye actually agreed, then a ruthless smile appeared on his face: "Fine! You've got guts! Let's begin!"

The referee was a boy who was watching. As soon as he shouted "Start," Chen Ze immediately pounced on Lin Ye.

Taking advantage of his slightly stronger physique, he acted aggressively and rudely, completely disregarding technique, and immediately tried to steal the ball by brute force. His flashy dribbling moves drew shouts and yells from his henchmen.

"Good shot, Ze!"

"Stop him! Don't let him shoot!"

Lin Ye remained calm, his footwork nimbly dodging the shots. He didn't pursue aesthetics in his game, focusing solely on practicality; every movement was precise, his defense impenetrable. Chen Ze struggled for a long time, failing to even touch the rim of Lin Ye's basket, and instead became breathless with exhaustion.

"Damn it!" Chen Ze cursed under his breath, his eyes growing even more ferocious.

He made a sudden feint, trying to fool Lin Ye, but Lin Ye saw through it at a glance and easily intercepted the ball with a flick of his wrist.

The entire set of movements was clean, crisp, and executed in one go.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

"Such a quick reaction!"

"Lin Ye is amazing!"

Wang Dahai jumped up and down cheering on the sidelines: "Ye Ge is awesome! Shoot him! Three-pointer!"

Lin Ye dribbled the ball back two steps, his eyes fixed intently on the basket. He jumped, released the ball, and his movements were fluid and natural. The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed precisely in the basket.

"Whoosh—"

Hollow-core netting.

Lin Ye won the first ball.

Chen Ze's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Lin Ye: "It's just good luck! What's there to be proud of!"

Lin Ye ignored him, picked up the ball, and handed it to him: "Continue."

The rest of the time became Lin Ye's personal show.

Chen Ze became increasingly anxious, his movements grew more chaotic, and he made frequent mistakes, while Lin Ye became more and more composed, with an astonishingly high shooting percentage. With each basket, the cheers from the sidelines grew louder, and Ye Hong's face gradually showed a relaxed smile, her eyes sparkling with tiny glints of light.

Bai Xiaoyu stood to the side, his tense lips gradually relaxing, and a barely perceptible hint of approval even flashed in his eyes.

The ninth ball.

Lin Ye once again made a beautiful breakthrough, shaking off Chen Ze and easily scoring a layup.

The score is fixed at 9:0.

If Lin Ye scores just one more goal, they will win.

Chen Ze was drenched in sweat, breathing rapidly, his clothes soaked through. The arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by a disheveled and resentful expression. He looked at Lin Ye, his eyes filled with venom, yet utterly helpless.

He couldn't understand how he, who had practiced for so long, could be so easily defeated by Lin Ye.

The last goal.

Lin Ye held the ball, not in a hurry to attack. He looked at the exasperated Chen Ze in front of him and said calmly, "You're destined to lose."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Chen Ze roared and pounced on the ball like a madman.

Lin Ye gently sidestepped, easily dodging the shot, then retreated to the three-point line, jumped, and shot.

His movements were unhurried and composed, unlike that of a high school student.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the basketball flying towards the basket.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The next second—

"Whoosh!"

The basketball swished through the net again.

10: 0.

Victory.

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

Wang Dahai rushed onto the court like a madman, hugging Lin Ye tightly: "Brother Ye, you're amazing! I knew you could win! Well done!"

The students watching applauded and cheered, their voices echoing throughout the basketball court.

Ye Hong stood in the crowd, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her dimples deepening, the worry in her eyes completely gone, leaving only gentle joy.

Bai Xiaoyu stepped forward, looked at Lin Ye, and nodded: "You played very well."

Lin Ye gently pushed Wang Dahai away, his gaze falling on Chen Ze, who was pale-faced and frozen in place.

Chen Ze stared intently at the basketball hoop, his whole body trembling. He couldn't accept that he had lost so badly, and he couldn't accept having to run ten laps around the track and publicly admit that he was a coward.

That's something he would never do.

Lin Ye walked up to him, without mockery or boasting, and simply said, "A bet's a bet. But forget about running laps and apologizing."

Everyone was stunned.

Even Chen Ze looked up, staring at Lin Ye in disbelief.

Lin Ye looked at him, his eyes clear: "Playing ball is just playing ball, there's no need to take it so seriously. Don't bother me again in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and patted Wang Dahai on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go home."

Although Wang Dahai was unwilling, feeling that letting Chen Ze go so easily was too lenient, he still obediently followed Lin Ye's footsteps.

Ye Hong and Bai Xiaoyu exchanged a glance and then slowly left the basketball court.

As the sun gradually sank behind the distant buildings, it dyed the sky a warm orange-red.

Chen Ze stood on the empty basketball court, watching Lin Ye's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Anger, resentment, humiliation, and a trace of admiration that even he himself was unwilling to admit...

He clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the basketball hoop.

This matter will not be left like this.