Body command feeding world

Night had not yet completely swallowed the twilight, and the library of Yu Ying Middle School still maintained its unique quietness; even the sound of turning pages was as light as a feather falling on paper. Lin Ye leaned against the bookshelf, his fingertips tracing the text and illustrations in "Basic Techniques of the Long Spear" line by line, his eyes so focused that everything around him seemed to have disappeared. From the finger position when holding the spear and the center of gravity of the stance, to the power generation techniques of basic chopping, sweeping, thrusting, and stabbing, he looked at every detail with exceptional care. The confusion he had felt while haphazardly practicing in the equipment room gradually became clearer between the pages of the book.

Wang Dahai squatted down beside him, clutching several thick martial arts picture books, looking at them with great curiosity. He wasn't usually one to sit still, but because Lin Ye liked them, he patiently flipped through the pages, occasionally leaning over and whispering, "Brother Ye, this move looks so cool! Can you learn it and show me? It's even cooler than a basketball dunk!"

Lin Ye's gaze didn't leave the pages of the book. He gave a soft "hmm," a faint but genuine smile playing on his lips. This was a rare state for him; he had cast aside his usual nonchalance and indifference, fully immersing himself in something, feeling grounded and at ease.

Ye Hong stood by the window not far away, holding several books on weapon history in her arms. She didn't disturb Lin Ye, but waited quietly. The setting sun shone through the glass, casting a warm golden hue on her hair. Occasionally, she would glance in Lin Ye's direction, her eyes filled with a gentle light. From the moment he held his gun to protect her in the equipment room last night, she felt that this boy, who usually seemed indifferent to everything, possessed a captivating brilliance when he was serious.

She gently turned the pages, silently noting which books would be useful to Lin Ye and which illustrations were clearer, planning to organize them and lend them to him later. As the most thoughtful person in the class, she had already taken Lin Ye's preferences and needs to heart, asking for nothing in return, only hoping to be of some help.

The three of them sat in a corner on the third floor of the library, exchanging no words, yet enjoying a perfectly comfortable atmosphere. Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the streetlights came on one by one, casting a warm, yellow glow across the campus paths. This tranquil and beautiful scene was, unbeknownst to them, being watched closely by eyes lurking in the shadows.

Under the camphor tree downstairs in the library, Chen Ze stood with his hands in his pockets, his face terribly gloomy. Two lackeys followed him, barely daring to breathe. From the moment Lin Ye and his companions entered the library, Chen Ze had followed them, secretly watching from the stairwell. He had taken in Lin Ye's focused reading, Ye Hong's gentle gaze, and Wang Dahai's enthusiastic companionship, his jealousy and anger growing wildly like weeds.

On what grounds?

Why is it that Lin Ye can gain Ye Hong's favor and Wang Dahai's unwavering devotion without doing anything, and can now stand there calmly, studying some broken gun with a satisfied look on his face? While Chen Ze, who is rich and powerful, can't even get a glance from him, can't even win a one-on-one fight, and can even get interrupted by Bai Xiaoyu when he tries to cause trouble?

The more Chen Ze thought about it, the more unwilling he became. His fingertips dug into his palms, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He wouldn't let Lin Ye continue to be so comfortable, nor would he let Lin Ye's shooting practice proceed smoothly.

"Brother Ze, what do we do now?" a henchman asked cautiously. "How about... we go in and throw his books away?"

"What's the point of throwing books?" Chen Ze sneered, his voice as cold as ice. "Doesn't he like that broken gun? Doesn't he have fun practicing in the equipment room? We'll start with that gun. I'll let him know that at Yu Ying Middle School, whatever he likes, I can destroy."

He had already found out that Lin Ye practiced shooting with the old sports meet prop gun in the equipment room, which was located in the innermost corner. If that gun was lost or broken, no matter how much Lin Ye liked it, he would only be disappointed.

With that thought in mind, Chen Ze no longer hesitated. He and his two henchmen crouched low, bypassing the library entrance, and made their way towards the abandoned equipment room on the west side of the playground. He deliberately avoided the patrolling security guards, his steps quick and light, his eyes practically overflowing with malice. He could already imagine Lin Ye's expression when he saw the broken gun—a look of utter disarray and disgrace.

Meanwhile, in the library, Lin Ye was completely unaware of the approaching danger. He finally finished reading the basic techniques book in his hand, let out a long sigh of relief, and his eyes showed a hint of enlightenment.

"So all my previous postures were wrong." Lin Ye muttered to himself, raising his hand to lightly demonstrate the motion of gripping and thrusting the gun in the air, and the point of force was indeed much smoother.

Wang Dahai immediately chimed in, "Brother Ye, shall we go to the equipment room and practice? We can try out the techniques from the book, and I'll be your assistant!"

Lin Ye had the same thought in mind; the feeling of holding the gun barrel still lingered on his fingertips, and he was eager to try it out according to the method in the book. He turned to look at Ye Hong, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible gentleness: "It's getting late. I'll borrow the book first, and then I'll walk you to the school gate."

Ye Hong's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently shook her head: "No need, I'll go with the class monitor later. He just messaged me saying he's waiting downstairs for me to organize the class journal. Be careful when you guys practice shooting, don't hurt yourselves, the gun barrel is a bit stiff, remember to wear protective gear." She took out a brand new half-finger wrist guard from her bag and handed it to Lin Ye, "Here, I bought this specially this afternoon. Wear it when you practice shooting so your palms won't get blistered."

The wristband was black, simple and clean, and the size was just right for a boy. Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, then took the wristband. His fingertips touched the lingering warmth on it, and his heart warmed: "Thank you, Ye Hong."

"You're welcome." Ye Hong smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Then I'll go down first. Be careful and don't go back too late."

After saying that, she hugged the book, waved gently, and turned to walk towards the stairwell. As she reached the corner of the stairs, she glanced back and saw Lin Ye carefully putting the wristband into his bag. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

After checking out the books, Lin Ye and Wang Dahai quickly left the library and headed towards the equipment room. Wang Dahai excitedly planned his shooting practice along the way, saying he would find wooden planks for Lin Ye to use as targets, practice with him every day after school, and even inquire about the instructors at the martial arts club. He was so excited he couldn't stop talking.

Lin Ye listened to his chatter and felt a sense of relief. Having such a close friend by his side seemed to wash away all his worries. He had originally thought he would continue down the path of basketball, studying, and living a mundane life, but he never expected that an old gun would completely open up a new world for him.

He had even begun to imagine himself practicing shooting until he was proficient and skillful, no longer swinging awkwardly, but with a steady and powerful swing, every move precise and accurate.

Soon, the two arrived at the equipment room door. The rusty iron door was still ajar, just like the night before. Lin Ye reached out and pushed it open, habitually turning on his phone's flashlight. The light swept across the dimly lit room—

The next second, Lin Ye suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wang Dahai's laughter abruptly stopped, his excitement instantly froze, and was replaced by incredulous anger.

In the innermost corner of the equipment room, the prop rifle that Lin Ye had been longing for was broken in two. The shaft was bent and broken in the middle, the rough and glaring metal edges of the crack were exposed, and the once intact spearhead was bent askew and lay on the dusty ground. The wooden box that had been leaning against the wall was also kicked over, and debris was scattered all over the place, creating a mess.

It's obvious that this wasn't natural damage; it was deliberately smashed, broken, or stepped on.

"Who did this?!" Wang Dahai exploded instantly, his fat face turning bright red, his fists clenched tightly, trembling with rage. "This is outrageous! Who's so despicable as to break a gun! Brother Ye, this must be Chen Zeqian's! No one else would target you like this!"

Lin Ye had already guessed it without Wang Dahai saying anything.

From the look in his eyes on the basketball court that afternoon, to following them all the way to the library, and now to the destruction of the equipment room and the broken gun, there could be no one else but Chen Ze, who has always targeted him and disliked him.

Lin Ye stood there, the flashlight beam falling on the broken gun, the cold metal fragments stinging his eyes. He didn't get angry, didn't roar; instead, his face was unusually calm, but his hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched tightly, his knuckles white.

It's not that I'm not angry, but rather that my anger has sunk to the bottom of my heart.

He had finally developed a genuine passion for something, and finally found something he wanted to stick with, only to have it destroyed in such a despicable and childish way.

Wang Dahai was still angrily cursing, saying he would confront Chen Ze immediately, tell the homeroom teacher, and demand compensation and an apology from Chen Ze. But Lin Ye slowly shook his head.

"Don't go." Lin Ye's voice was low, but it carried an undeniable firmness. "Without evidence, he won't admit it. Even if it goes to the teacher, at most both sides will be punished equally, which is useless."

"But that gun..." Wang Dahai's eyes reddened with anxiety, "That's your favorite gun! It's so unfair!"

Lin Ye bent down and gently picked up the broken gun barrel, his fingertips tracing the rough crack. The coolness of the metal seeped through his fingertips, but instead of making him feel discouraged, it stirred up the indomitable spirit within him.

He initially thought it was just a passing fancy, but when the gun was actually destroyed, he realized that he genuinely enjoyed practicing shooting and didn't want to give it up.

Chen Ze thought that breaking a gun would make him back down, give up, and turn him back into his old, muddle-headed self?

Big mistakes.

Lin Ye slowly raised his head. In the darkness, his eyes were exceptionally bright, showing no frustration or compromise, but rather an unprecedented determination.

"The gun is broken, but we can find another one," Lin Ye said softly, his tone calm yet powerful. "If your posture is wrong, you can practice it again. Does he think that destroying a prop gun will stop me from practicing? Impossible."

Wang Dahai was stunned. Looking at the light in Lin Ye's eyes, he forgot his anger for a moment.

"I'm not only going to practice, I'm going to practice well." Lin Ye straightened up and gently placed the broken gun aside. "Tomorrow I'll go to the martial arts club and ask if they have any wooden or rubber guns for training. They're proper, safe, and much better than this old gun. The more he doesn't want me to practice, the more I'll practice, and I'll practice even better than he imagines."

Anger did not cloud his judgment; instead, it made him even more clear-headed.

Chen Ze's targeting, sabotage, and malice were never about a gun, but about destroying him. He used to ignore it, but now he wouldn't back down.

He wants to protect what he loves and uphold his principles.

Seeing Lin Ye's expression, Wang Dahai was instantly moved and nodded vigorously, his voice strong and clear: "That's right! Brother Ye is right! It's just a gun, right? We'll buy a new one! The best one! I'll go with you to the martial arts club and train with you. Even if Chen Ze tries to sabotage us again, we're not afraid! I'll always be on your side!"

Lin Ye looked at his best friend, a relieved smile finally appearing on his lips. With a friend like that by his side, he had nothing to fear, no matter how much he was targeted.

He stopped looking at the broken gun on the ground and turned to walk out of the equipment room. The evening breeze blew in, dispelling the gloom in his heart and making his goal clearer.

Shortly after the two left the equipment room, a figure emerged from behind the bushes nearby.

Chen Ze glanced in the direction Lin Ye had left, then at the broken gun in the equipment room, and gave a smug, cold laugh. He knew that Lin Ye would be furious when he saw the gun was broken, and might even give up practicing shooting altogether.

"Brother Ze is awesome! Let's see how he trains now!" The henchman immediately flattered him.

Chen Ze straightened his clothes, his face full of arrogance: "Trying to mess with me? Lin Ye is still too green. I want to see what he'll use to act cool without a gun."

He thought he had won, but little did he know that his kick not only failed to extinguish Lin Ye's passion, but instead made that passion burn even brighter and more firmly.

Lin Ye and Wang Dahai walked along the path home from school. Night was falling, and the streetlights were coming on one by one. Wang Dahai was still angrily cursing Chen Ze, but Lin Ye had calmed down. He took out the wrist guards that Ye Hong had given him from his schoolbag and gently held them in his hand.

The material is soft and has a gentle warmth.

And the techniques he carefully noted down in the library, Ye Hong's gentle encouragement, Wang Dahai's unwavering support... none of these could be destroyed by Chen Ze.

"Brother Ye, you're really not angry?" Wang Dahai couldn't help but ask.

Lin Ye looked up at the dark but clear night sky in the distance and smiled gently: "Getting angry is useless. You might as well save your energy for practicing your shooting."

He paused, then said clearly and firmly, "Tomorrow, I will sign up for the martial arts club."

From this day forward, he will no longer be that carefree, indifferent Lin Ye.

He had something he wanted to do, something he wanted to pursue, and the determination to protect that passion.

Chen Ze's underhanded tactics destroyed only an old gun, but they solidified the boy's heart in his desire to wield it.

In the darkness of night, the boy's figure stood tall and resolute, and the path beneath his feet became exceptionally clear because of this sudden passion.

But this turmoil sparked by a gun is far from over. Chen Ze's provocations continue, Lin Ye's growth has only just begun, and the gentleness of the class beauty, the companionship of his best friend, and the fairness of the class monitor will intertwine in the days to come to create the most passionate chapter of youth.

Though the gun is broken, my resolve remains firm.