harleyscars Chapter 180
Chapter 180
But Lin Feng didn't give up. He continued to circle around, continued to reach out, and continued to interfere. Although the effect was limited, he noticed that Liu Yang's receiving the ball was becoming less comfortable—he had to jump to receive it every time, and he had to contend with the defender every time, which was increasing his physical exertion.
In the fourth quarter, Liu Yang's shooting percentage began to decline. He missed three consecutive shots, one of which was an airball due to interference from Lin Feng.
Coach Li shouted "Good defense!" from the sidelines.
The game is over. The Red Team won by five points—67 to 62. Lin Feng's stats: eight points, four assists, two steals, and one turnover.
As he was leaving the venue, Zhang Lei suddenly walked up to him.
"Your strategy of fronting Liu Yang was correct. But you're too weak; you can't withstand his back-to-the-basket moves. Go back and work on your core strength and develop your abs."
Lin Feng nodded.
Zhang Lei took a few steps, then turned back. "You're from Beichuan?"
"right."
Zhang Lei glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
Gao Yuan leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Zhang Lei took the initiative to talk to you. He's been with the provincial youth team for two years, and I've said less than ten sentences to him in total."
"He doesn't talk much?" Lin Feng asked.
"It's not that he's quiet, it's that he doesn't talk to people who are inferior to him."
Lin Feng watched Zhang Lei's departing figure and kept those words in mind.
Lin Feng didn't go to the tactics class that night.
Coach Li had something come up today, so the tactics lesson was canceled. The players are free to do whatever they want in the dorm—some are playing cards, some are listening to music, and some are going to the convenience store to buy snacks.
Lin Feng sat on the bed, writing down today's scrimmage stats in his notebook: eight points, four assists, two steals, and one turnover. His fronting defense against Liu Yang was effective, but the strength difference was too great. Zhang Lei said he needed to work on his core strength.
After he finished writing, he picked up the pager.
There's a new message.
He pressed the button.
"Cheng Yuxin: I washed the curtains today. I also washed your room. Keep the windows open for ventilation, remember to close them tonight."
He looked at the words and smiled.
She washed the curtains. The curtains in his room.
When he wasn't home, she went into his room, took down the curtains, washed them, dried them, and hung them back up.
What color were the curtains in his room in Beichuan? Grayish-blue, the same color as the bed sheets. There were a few folds in the curtains, from hanging them for a long time. On the windowsill were a few books, and that little piggy bank—no, the money in the piggy bank had already been transferred to the tin box, the piggy bank was empty, but it was still on the windowsill, covered with a thin layer of dust.
He imagined Cheng Yuxin standing in his room. Would she draw back the curtains and look out the window? Would she sit on his bed? Would she open his notebook to see what he had written?
He didn't think she would. She was the kind of person who knew her place and wouldn't touch other people's things.
But she will wash the curtains.
Lin Feng took the pager, walked out of the dormitory, and went to the public phone.
I put in 80 cents and dialed the number.
The phone rang three times before being answered.
"Feed?" Cheng Yuxin's voice, hundreds of kilometers away, was a little hoarse, as if she had just woken up or had just cried.
"Sister Yuxin, it's me."
"Lin Feng." Her voice brightened slightly. "Why are you here so early today?"
"Tactics class was canceled. Did you wash the curtains today?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Yeah. Your curtains haven't been washed in ages, they were covered in dust. I figured I'd wash them since I had nothing else to do today."