Body command feeding world

Yuying Middle School was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist. A cool breeze swept through the camphor trees in front of the teaching building, causing a few dewy leaves to fall. Before the bell rang for the morning reading class, a few students were already scattered in the classroom. The sounds of turning pages and soft recitations mingled together, becoming the most common background noise in the early morning.

Lin Ye walked into the classroom at a leisurely pace, his schoolbag casually slung over his shoulder, still with that carefree and indifferent demeanor. He had just reached his seat and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when Wang Dahai next to him, like a firecracker that had been lit, suddenly rushed over, his round face full of curiosity and eagerness, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lin Ye.

"Brother Ye! Brother Ye, you're finally here! I waited for your message until midnight last night, where did you go? I asked everyone after evening self-study yesterday, but no one saw you. I was so worried!" Wang Dahai's voice was very low, but he couldn't hide the panic in his tone. He reached out and tugged at Lin Ye's sleeve, looking him up and down. "Are you alright? You didn't get into a fight with that Chen Ze guy, did you? I knew he wouldn't let it go. It's all my fault for being forcibly taken away by my dad yesterday, I couldn't stay by your side!"

Lin Ye was somewhat helpless after being bombarded with a series of questions. He gently pushed away the head that was leaning towards him, pulled out a chair and sat down, stuffing his schoolbag into the desk. His movements were slow and leisurely, showing no sign of the panic he had experienced last night.

"It's nothing, don't make a fuss." Lin Ye took out his textbook, opened it, and lightly tapped the pages with his fingertips. His tone was as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "I just stayed on the playground for a while yesterday. Chen Ze did go looking for me, but Bai Xiaoyu saw me, so it didn't cause a scene."

He deliberately downplayed the incident, omitting the tense standoff with guns in the equipment room. It wasn't that he wanted to hide it, but he didn't want the easygoing Wang Dahai to worry about it, and he didn't want the matter to become widely known and cause more unnecessary trouble.

But who is Wang Dahai? He and Lin Ye grew up together, inseparable since they were toddlers, closer than brothers. He could sense something was wrong even if Lin Ye's expression changed slightly. Seeing Lin Ye's deliberately calm expression and the faint trace of dust on his cuff, Wang Dahai immediately frowned. His playful smile vanished instantly, replaced by seriousness and worry.

"No, Brother Ye, you're definitely hiding something from me." Wang Dahai leaned forward, his voice even lower. "Your cuffs are dirty, and you never stay at school this long after class without a reason. Did that brat Chen Ze hit you? Tell me the truth. If he dares to bully you, I'll go fight him right now! I might get scolded by the teacher, but I can't let my brother suffer!"

As he spoke, Wang Dahai clenched his fists, making a gesture as if to turn his head to look at Chen Ze in the last row, his eyes filled with protective rage. Although he was slightly overweight and honest, he never hesitated to protect Lin Ye, even if the other party was Chen Ze, who came from a wealthy family and was not someone to be trifled with.

Seeing this, Lin Ye quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, gently shaking his head, a barely perceptible warmth flashing in his eyes. The thing he was most grateful for in his life was having Wang Dahai, a best friend who would always stand by his side.

"Don't be impulsive, I'm really fine." Lin Ye's tone softened, with a reassuring tone. "Chen Ze didn't gain any advantage, and with Bai Xiaoyu and Ye Hong there, it will be resolved quickly. I stayed at school because I discovered something interesting."

Wang Dahai was held back by Lin Ye and couldn't get up. He could only mutter a few complaints. But when he heard "something interesting," his curiosity instantly overwhelmed his anger. He immediately blinked at Lin Ye, his face full of anticipation: "Something interesting? What is it, Brother Ye? Tell me quickly! Did you discover a new basketball court? Or did you find some fun e-sports account?"

In Wang Dahai's mind, Lin Ye's interests were nothing more than basketball and playing a couple of games occasionally. Apart from that, it seemed there was nothing that could make this usually carefree brother stay for even a moment longer.

Looking at his innocent expression, Lin Ye couldn't help but smile faintly. His gaze drifted slightly towards the window, as if he had returned to the equipment room under the cool moonlight last night, back to the moment he grasped that old rifle. The cool, heavy feel of the metal still seemed to linger on his fingertips, the crispness of the rifle cutting through the air was still clearly etched in his senses, causing subtle ripples to stir his once calm heart.

"I'm interested in guns." Lin Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Dahai, his tone calm but with an unprecedented seriousness. "Not real guns, but old prop guns from the school's equipment room, the kind of long spears used in cold weapons."

"A gun?!" Wang Dahai suddenly raised his voice, attracting the attention of several students who were reading aloud nearby. He hurriedly covered his mouth, lowered his voice, and looked shocked and confused. "Brother Ye, are you kidding me? A gun? One of those long, prop guns used for performances? Didn't you always only like playing basketball? Why are you suddenly interested in this kind of thing? This is so out of character for you!"

In Wang Dahai's memory, Lin Ye had always liked lively and free things. Running, jumping, and shooting on the basketball court were full of youthful passion and vigor, which was completely the opposite of a quiet, steady, and even somewhat old-fashioned cold weapon like a long spear. He really couldn't understand how his brother could suddenly change his personality and become interested in such an unpopular thing in just one night.

Lin Ye couldn't explain the specific reason either. He just shook his head slightly, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the textbook. His tone carried a longing that he himself was unaware of: "I don't know either. It's just that when I picked up that gun yesterday by chance, I felt very grounded holding it. When I swung the gun, all my attention was focused on my hands and body. All the messy anxieties in my mind seemed to be cleared away. It made me feel more focused than playing basketball..."

He rarely spoke so emotionally to Wang Dahai. Usually, Wang Dahai would chatter on and on while he listened quietly, occasionally offering a word or two in response. But now, as he spoke of his interest in the spear, his eyes shone with a clear light—a genuine love and anticipation that Wang Dahai had never seen on his face before.

Looking into the light in Lin Ye's eyes, Wang Dahai's previous doubts and confusion vanished instantly. He didn't understand spears or pistols, nor did he understand cold weapons, but he understood Lin Ye. As Lin Ye's brother, he had to unconditionally support anything Lin Ye liked or found interesting.

Even if this matter seems strange or obscure to others, he will stand by Lin Ye's side.

"So that's how it is!" Wang Dahai immediately patted his chest, his face regaining its honest and hearty smile. His previous worry and shock vanished, replaced by unwavering support. "Brother Ye, since you like it, I'll definitely support you! It's just a spear, right? From now on, when you practice, I'll bring you water, wipe your sweat, and guard the door so that Chen Ze won't bother you again! If you need any training equipment, I'll search every stationery store and sporting goods store in the entire county to find it for you!"

His tone was incredibly sincere, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness, and his round face was full of determination, as if it wasn't Lin Ye practicing shooting, but himself.

Seeing him like this, Lin Ye felt a warmth in his heart. The turmoil in his mind, caused by Chen Ze's targeting and his sudden interest, was instantly soothed. He gently patted Wang Dahai's shoulder, without saying anything sentimental, just a simple, "I understand, thanks."

For him and Wang Dahai, the bond between brothers doesn't need much embellishment; a glance, a gesture, or a word of support is enough.

As the two were talking, the bell for morning reading rang on time. The crisp sound broke the tranquility of the campus, and the classroom instantly fell silent, with only the sound of orderly reading remaining. Bai Xiaoyu walked into the classroom from outside, carrying the morning reading task list. He was still wearing a neat white shirt, the collar buttoned up tightly, his hair combed neatly, and his eyes were calm and sharp, exuding the authority of a class monitor.

He walked to the podium, posted the task list next to the blackboard, and subconsciously scanned the whole class. When he saw that Lin Ye and Wang Dahai had already quieted down and started reading aloud, he nodded slightly. Then he reminded a few students who were whispering to each other. He was meticulous and did not slack off at all throughout the process.

Ye Hong, sitting in the front row, had already taken out her Chinese textbook and was reading aloud softly, but her gaze kept drifting to the woods behind her. She was wearing a clean, light-colored school uniform, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her profile, casting a soft halo around her. Her delicate features exuded a gentle temperament, and her slightly pursed lips revealed a hint of anticipation.

She still remembered her promise to Lin Ye last night: after school today, she would accompany him to the third floor of the library to find books about cold weapons and spears. Just thinking about it made her heart beat faster, and her fingers gripping the textbook tightened slightly, filled with both anticipation and a little nervousness.

As the class beauty, Ye Hong had been the focus of attention and admiration of countless boys since childhood. However, she had always been indifferent and politely kept her distance from those who deliberately showed affection and flirted with her. Only towards Lin Ye, this carefree and indifferent boy who never tried to please others, she couldn't help but pay more attention to him.

He wasn't as boisterous as other boys, nor as arrogant as Chen Ze, nor as rigidly disciplined as Bai Xiaoyu. He was quiet, easygoing, and had his own principles. He seemed indifferent to everything, yet he was exceptionally reliable in crucial moments. The image of him holding the long gun and protecting her last night was still clearly imprinted in her mind—upright, resolute, and reassuring.

Throughout the entire morning reading session, Ye Hong's mind was preoccupied with her appointment at the library after school, and even the words in her textbooks became blurred.

Chen Ze, sitting in the last row of the classroom, saw all of this.

He lay on the table, intending to take a nap, but his gaze inadvertently swept over Ye Hong's frequent glances at Lin Ye, and over the way Lin Ye and Wang Dahai were chatting and laughing in hushed tones. His anger surged up, like a powder keg that had been lit, making him feel suffocated.

He simply couldn't understand why Ye Hong only had eyes for Lin Ye, given his privileged background, good looks, and abundance of everything he could want. Why could Lin Ye always appear so nonchalant, seemingly unconcerned about anything, yet still win everyone's favor? Even yesterday, when he led his men to cause trouble for Lin Ye, he was ultimately driven away in disgrace by Bai Xiaoyu, and Lin Ye even hit his arm with a broken gun, which still ached slightly.

Jealousy, resentment, and anger intertwined, making Chen Ze's face extremely ugly. He stared intently at Lin Ye's back, his eyes filled with malice, his fingers gripping the pen so tightly that he almost broke the pen handle.

He secretly vowed that he would never let this go. Lin Ye likes guns, right? Likes practicing with guns, right? He would always find a way to make Lin Ye lose face completely in this matter.

The entire morning's classes passed quietly in this atmosphere of everyone having their own thoughts. In math class, Bai Xiaoyu was still the one who reacted the fastest and answered the most accurately, deeply loved by the teacher; Ye Hong took notes diligently, her neat handwriting filling the entire notebook; Wang Dahai was able to listen attentively at first, but soon he started secretly reading basketball magazines under his desk, occasionally glancing up at the teacher, then quietly nudging Lin Ye to share the exciting content in the magazine; Lin Ye listened attentively to the class, occasionally looking down to take notes, his thoughts sometimes drifting to the library that evening, drifting to that heavy long gun.

Finally, the bell rang for the last class of the afternoon, and cheers instantly swept through the entire school building. The sounds of students packing their bags, laughing and playing, and discussing where to go for the weekend mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Wang Dahai packed his bag as quickly as possible, turned to Lin Ye, and said excitedly, "Brother Ye, let's go! I'll go to the library with you! I want to see just how interesting those books about guns are that they can make you so interested!"

Just as Lin Ye was about to nod, Ye Hong, who was in the front row, had already packed her things, turned around gently, and smiled slightly. Her dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth, and her voice was soft, like an evening breeze brushing against flower petals: "Lin Ye, Wang Dahai, I'm ready. Shall we go to the library now? I'm very familiar with the bookshelves on the third floor. I'll take you there."

Her gaze gently fell on Lin Ye, filled with tender expectation. She didn't look at Wang Dahai, but naturally invited him, striking the perfect balance so as not to seem deliberate or distant.

Wang Dahai immediately grinned and nodded repeatedly, "Great! With Sister Hong leading the way, it'll definitely save a lot of trouble! Sister Hong, you're so thoughtful!"

Looking at the two people before him, one still and one moving—one honest and warm-hearted, the other gentle and kind—both genuinely caring for him, Lin Ye felt a warmth slowly spreading through his heart. He stood up, picked up his schoolbag, and softly hummed in agreement, "Let's go."

The three walked out of the classroom side by side, avoiding the crowds, and strolled slowly along the camphor tree-lined path on campus toward the library. The setting sun cast golden rays onto the path, making their shadows long and thin. The leaves rustled in the wind, as if playing a gentle melody, creating a quiet and beautiful atmosphere.

Along the way, Wang Dahai chattered on about his plans to practice at the court on the weekend. Ye Hong occasionally chimed in softly, talking about interesting things in the library, such as which bookshelf had the best picture books or which spot had the best sunlight. Lin Ye walked beside him, listening quietly, occasionally responding with a word or two. His nonchalant expression faded, replaced by a gentler one.

As Chen Ze passed by the basketball court, he saw several of his followers playing basketball. Their movements were flashy but completely disorganized. When he saw Lin Ye and the other two walking towards the library, especially when he saw Ye Hong walking beside Lin Ye with a gentle smile, his face instantly darkened. He slammed the basketball in his hand to the ground with a dull thud.

"Hmph, putting on an act, going to the library to read books? I bet he's just using it as an excuse to hang out together." Chen Ze sneered, his tone full of mockery and disdain, his eyes growing even more sinister. "Lin Ye, you just wait and see how long you can be so smug."

Seeing this, his henchmen quickly chimed in with a few flattering words, but Chen Ze was in no mood for it. He pushed the basketball away, losing all interest in playing, and stared intently at Lin Ye's back until the figure disappeared around the corner.

Lin Ye and his two companions paid no attention to the commotion on the basketball court, their minds preoccupied with the books in the library, and they walked briskly into the quiet library.

The library at Yu Ying Middle School isn't very large, but it boasts a rich collection of books. The environment is quiet and clean, with a faint, pleasant scent of paper and ink in the air, making one unconsciously slow down their footsteps and lower their voice. The first floor houses novels and essays, the second floor contains teaching materials, and the third floor features specialized books on history, science, sports, and martial arts. Few students frequent this area, making it exceptionally peaceful.

Ye Hong led Lin Ye and Wang Dahai up to the third floor with practiced ease, and went straight to the innermost row of bookshelves. Pointing to the books on the shelves, she introduced them softly: "Lin Ye, look, these are books about martial arts, cold weapons, and shooting. These few books over here are about the structure of the spear, basic postures, and practice techniques. They are very suitable for beginners."

Her fingers gently brushed across the spine of the book, her movements delicate and her eyes earnest, like a little tour guide patiently introducing each book to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye walked to the bookshelf, his gaze falling on the books with images of spears and martial arts moves printed on their covers, and his heart inexplicably quickened. He reached out and gently pulled out a book titled "Basic Techniques of Cold Weapon Spears." As his fingertips touched the thick pages, a sense of security welled up inside him.

He opened the book, where clear text and detailed illustrations explained step-by-step the proper grip, swinging techniques, and balance—exactly what he had been lacking during his haphazard practice the previous night. He read with exceptional focus, his eyes glued to the pages, even his breathing unconsciously softening, completely immersed in the world of the spear.

Wang Dahai also came over, looking curiously at the illustrations in the book, and scratched his head: "I didn't know there were so many intricacies to practicing shooting. It looks much harder than playing basketball, with posture and center of gravity. Brother Ye, you're really amazing, you can actually understand all this."

Ye Hong stood quietly to the side, watching Lin Ye intently reading. Sunlight streamed through the library window, illuminating his profile and outlining his features. His long eyelashes drooped gently, and his serious and focused expression added a captivating charm compared to his usual carefree demeanor. A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips, her eyes filled with tenderness. Seeing Lin Ye happy and focused made her feel incredibly content.

Lin Ye flipped through half the book in one go, and his doubts suddenly cleared up. It turned out that his clumsiness and unsteadiness when swinging the gun last night were due to incorrect posture and loss of balance. The techniques in the book were simple and easy to understand, and he understood a lot in an instant. He then picked up several more related books, becoming more and more engrossed and interested in them, and his desire to practice shooting grew stronger and stronger.

He had even begun to imagine himself practicing diligently in the equipment room, following the techniques in the book, perfecting each posture and making it fluid, until he could handle that old rifle with ease.

"How is it, Lin Ye? Are these books useful?" Ye Hong asked softly when she saw him stop what he was doing, her tone filled with anticipation.

Lin Ye raised his head and met Ye Hong's gentle gaze. He then looked at Wang Dahai, who was full of curiosity beside him, and a genuine smile, which he hadn't seen in a long time, appeared on his face. The smile was clean and refreshing, like the clear sky after the rain, dispelling all the gloom.

"It's useful, extremely useful." Lin Ye nodded, his tone full of joy and determination. "I think I've really found something I want to do seriously."

It's not about just getting by or going with the flow; it's about something I genuinely love and want to do well—shooting.

Wang Dahai immediately cheered and whispered, "Great! Brother Ye! From now on, I'll come to the library with you every day to read books and go to the equipment room with you to practice shooting!"

Ye Hong smiled and nodded, her eyes full of encouragement: "I can come with you and help you find more relevant books. Let's work hard together."

The setting sun streamed through the library windows, bathing the three figures in a warm glow. The fragrance of books, the passion of youth, and the companionship between friends intertwined to create the most beautiful and purest scene of youth.

Lin Ye held the book in his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingertips, and knew very clearly in his heart that from this moment on, his life would be completely changed because of this small long spear.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Ze, lurking in the shadows, was already secretly plotting a new scheme, about to extend his dark hand towards him and the passion that had just ignited within him.

But at this moment, Lin Ye was filled with anticipation for practicing shooting and longing for the future. He believed that with a close friend like Wang Dahai and a friend like Ye Hong, he could overcome any difficulties and persevere in doing what he loved.