Body command feeding world

The commotion in the equipment room shattered the silence of the night. Chen Ze clutched his arm, which had been struck by the gun barrel, his face contorted in pain, his previously arrogant demeanor instantly diminished. His two henchmen, seeing this, froze for a moment before rushing forward, only to be forced to retreat by Lin Ye's gesture of raising his gun horizontally.

Lin Ye gripped the old prop gun, his arm still slightly sore, but the feeling of his fingertips firmly against the barrel inexplicably calmed him. Moonlight streamed in through the dilapidated window, illuminating his taut profile and straight shoulders. Gone was his usual nonchalance, replaced by a chilling focus. He didn't attack again, but instead held the gun steadily in front of him, half-turning to protect Ye Hong even more thoroughly.

"Lin Ye, are you crazy?! You dare to hit me?" Chen Ze was both in pain and angry, his voice trembling. He never expected that Lin Ye, who was usually too lazy to argue, would actually attack him, especially with a broken prop gun.

Lin Ye's eyes remained completely expressionless, his tone as cold as ice: "You were the one who came to our door first with your men and sticks. Chen Ze, don't push your luck."

Ye Hong hid behind Lin Ye, her heart pounding, but she still mustered the courage to peek out. Her voice trembled slightly but was unusually clear: "Chen Ze, if you keep causing trouble, you'll definitely be punished if the teacher finds out! Lin Ye was just defending himself, stop provoking him!"

Her words were like a fine needle, piercing through Chen Ze's last remaining arrogance. Looking at Lin Ye's rock-solid stance, and then at the dark campus around him, he felt a strange sense of unease. He was only acting tough because of his family background; if things really escalated to the homeroom teacher or even the school leaders, he would definitely not come out on top.

Just as the tension was about to break, a steady and powerful footstep approached quickly, and the incandescent light was turned on with a "snap," illuminating the dusty equipment room with its blinding light.

It's Bai Xiaoyu.

He was carrying the class journal he had just finished organizing. He originally intended to lock the back door of the teaching building before going home, but when he passed by the playground, he heard a commotion and rushed over without thinking. As soon as he entered, he saw the baseball bat that Chen Ze was holding on the ground, the long gun that Lin Ye was holding, and Ye Hong's pale face. The class monitor's brows instantly furrowed.

"What are you doing?!" Bai Xiaoyu's voice was stern and unyielding as his gaze swept over everyone present. "Evening self-study has been over for a long time. Instead of going home, you're here causing trouble? And you're carrying sticks as props, do you want to get a demerit?"

Upon seeing Bai Xiaoyu, Chen Ze's arrogance diminished considerably. He disliked class monitors like Bai Xiaoyu who always followed the rules and reported to the teachers, but he couldn't openly contradict them. He could only reluctantly release his hand covering his arm and grunt, "I didn't cause any trouble, I just came to talk to Lin Ye."

"Do you need a baseball bat to talk?" Bai Xiaoyu saw through him immediately, her tone showing no mercy. "Chen Ze, I don't want to talk about what happened at the basketball court this afternoon anymore, but you deliberately came to provoke me. Do you really want me to call the homeroom teacher right now?"

Bai Xiaoyu pulled out his phone, pretending to dial a number. Chen Ze's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to stop him: "No, no, no! I'll leave, okay?"

He glared fiercely at Lin Ye, his voice softening as he threatened, "Lin Ye, this isn't over." With that, he called to his two henchmen, picked up the baseball bat from the ground, and slunk away from the equipment room.

The tense atmosphere finally eased.

Lin Ye slowly lowered the spear that had been held in front of him. His arm went limp, and he felt a slight loss of strength. The previous few moves had been executed entirely on instinct, and only now, as the lingering force kicked in, did he feel his muscles ache.

Bai Xiaoyu put away her phone, looked at Lin Ye, and her tone softened considerably, but still carried a hint of caution: "You too, don't always confront him head-on. He's just spoiled by his family; the more you respond, the more aggressive he becomes. Were you hurt just now?"

"It's nothing." Lin Ye shook his head, leaned the spear back against the wall, and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ye Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to Lin Ye's side, looking up at him carefully: "Lin Ye, are your hands red from the gun barrel? You looked like you were swinging the gun so hard just now..." Her gaze fell on Lin Ye's slightly reddened palms, her eyes full of worry. She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a pack of portable wet wipes and a small pack of band-aids. "Wipe your hands, it won't be good if they get chafed."

Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the things handed to him, took them, and whispered his thanks.

Bai Xiaoyu, observing the natural understanding between the two, coughed lightly and turned his gaze to the old long gun leaning against the corner of the wall, somewhat surprised: "How come you know how to play with this? This gun has been sitting here for almost a year."

"I just saw it by chance and picked it up to try it out." Lin Ye wiped his hands, his gaze unconsciously falling back to the spear. The cool metal, the steady weight, and the crisp feeling of it cutting through the air when swung were still clearly etched in his senses, giving him a feeling of control over his entire body's power even more than a basketball.

He himself didn't realize that when he talked about this, there was a subtle hint of interest in his originally calm tone.

Bai Xiaoyu saw it immediately and raised an eyebrow slightly: "You're interested in this? It's just a prop for the sports meet. If you really like it, there are books on martial arts and shooting on the third floor of the school library, as well as introductions to safe use of weapons. That's more reliable than practicing blindly."

Ye Hong's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, I just told Lin Ye! I can go to the library with you to find books tomorrow. I know where that row of bookshelves is!" Her tone was light, her dimples were shallow, and she was no longer nervous as before.

Lin Ye looked at the two of them, and a slight smile unconsciously appeared on his lips: "Okay, I'll go check it out after school tomorrow."

The sudden disturbance was easily resolved by Bai Xiaoyu's appearance, which only made Lin Ye's interest in guns even clearer.

The three of them gathered up their scattered belongings, turned off the lights in the equipment room, and walked out of this secluded corner side by side.

The night breeze carried a cool, damp feel that was especially comforting on my flushed cheeks. Wang Dahai wasn't there, and his boisterous voice was absent, but the atmosphere wasn't dull.

Bai Xiaoyu walked on the outside, habitually maintaining the steady demeanor of a class monitor, occasionally reminding the two to watch their step; Ye Hong walked in the middle, softly telling them the location of the library, as well as the cold weapon picture books she occasionally saw; Lin Ye walked on the other side, listening quietly, his gaze occasionally falling on the dim streetlights ahead, his fingertips gently curling up, as if still retaining the heavy touch of holding a gun barrel.

He had never imagined that he would become interested in cold weapons like guns.

Basketball is lively and exuberant, the joy of running under the sun with Wang Dahai; while the feeling of holding a gun is quiet and focused, the concentration of strength and will when alone.

"By the way," Bai Xiaoyu suddenly spoke up, breaking Quiet's thoughts, "Next week the school will be submitting a list of interest groups. Our school has a martial arts club. Although they don't teach real guns, they do have long weapon routines that are similar to the prop gun you were holding today. You might consider signing up."

Ye Hong's eyes immediately lit up: "The martial arts club is great! We train every Wednesday afternoon after class, and there are instructors to guide us. It's much safer than practicing haphazardly in the equipment room on my own!"

Lin Ye's heart stirred slightly.

He didn't like crowds and noise, but the quiet and focused atmosphere of the martial arts club was exactly what he was thinking at the moment.

"Let me think about it." He didn't agree immediately, but he didn't refuse either.

The three of them walked to the school gate, where their families were already waiting. Ye Hong waved gently to the two of them, and Bai Xiaoyu reminded them, "Don't be late tomorrow," before they parted ways.

Lin Ye walked home along the path with his schoolbag on his back. The night was quiet, and only the streetlights stretched and shortened his shadow.

He raised his hand and made a light, sweeping motion as if he were swinging a gun in the air. The air flowed through his fingers, light yet powerful.

The budding interest in my heart, like a seed touched by the evening breeze, quietly took root.

He was certain—

He genuinely enjoyed the feeling of holding a gun.

This sudden passion will quietly change his life in the days to come, and even lead the conflict between him and Chen Ze in a completely different direction.