Love Notebook of a Reclusive Beautiful Boy - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Seeing him smile so obediently, Jiang Sheng also let out a laugh, “Do you want to drink it?”

Du Yu shrunk his neck, a shallow smile at the corners of his mouth, “Want…”

Jiang Sheng twisted open the bottle cap and handed it to Du Yu.

Du Yu cupped the body of the bottle with both hands and took a sip.

It was hot and stuffy outside. Jiang Sheng gulped down a few mouthfuls of mineral water and then led Du Yu out.

The youths on the court were still playing ball; the pitter-patter sound of sneakers scraping against the ground could be heard from afar.

Jiang Sheng glanced at Du Yu, who was silently drinking his milk.

Du Yu liked quiet; an intense sport like playing ball was not suitable for him.

But in a little while, he still had to take Du Yu back…

Jiang Sheng glanced at the basketball hoop not far away, and holding the ball, he brought Du Yu over there.

There were many basketball hoops on the court. Jiang Sheng chose a slightly isolated corner where no one was leaning around, making it very quiet.

Du Yu was pulled by him to the side of the basketball hoop.

If he taught him directly, Jiang Sheng was worried that he might not be willing to learn, so he simply went over first to play and show him.

Jiang Sheng let go of the hand holding him, walked under the basketball hoop, stood a bit far away, held the ball with his hands, raised it above his head, applied a bit of force with his wrist, and easily, a three-pointer fell right in.

For ball sports, especially basketball, boys seemed to have a natural good savvy for it.

The ball fell from the basket. While Jiang Sheng walked over to pick up the ball, he looked at Du Yu.

He didn’t have much of a reaction, standing there obediently.

Jiang Sheng picked up the ball and let out a laugh, “Does A-Yu want to come and play?”

When Jiang Sheng was in high school, he had played in his school uniform with Song Jiahao and that bunch of friends; in terms of basketball, while his skills couldn’t be said to be consummately perfected, he was still more than proficient.

Looking at Jiang Sheng’s smiling face, Du Yu responded in a low voice, “Want…”

Did he like playing ball? Actually, no.

What he liked or didn’t like, for Du Yu, had never been the most important thing.

It was just that seeing Jiang Sheng’s gentle, smiling face, he nodded his head half-understandingly.

Du Yu did not know that, subconsciously, he had already pulled Jiang Sheng out of the barrier that kept him isolated from the outside world.

Perhaps at this very moment, in Du Yu’s heart, Jiang Sheng could not be compared on equal terms with Du Li, but at least, in his barren life, among the tall figures who could block in front of him, there was one more person—Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng’s eyes were gentle, “Come over.”

Du Yu stepped with slow paces and walked over.

Jiang Sheng held his hand, “A-Yu, hold the ball.”

He lowered his head slightly, his hand placed over Du Yu’s hand, his face very close behind Du Yu’s ear; his whole person looked as if he was enclosing Du Yu in his arms.

Jiang Sheng guided him, “See that, A-Yu? That’s the basketball hoop. You throw the ball in like this, understand?”

Du Yu held the ball and didn’t speak, looking as if he half-understood.

Because he was standing behind him, Jiang Sheng couldn’t hear his voice and couldn’t see his face, so he extended his neck a bit longer, wanting to look at his expression.

But he didn’t pay attention when moving, and his cheek brushed past the bottom of Du Yu’s earlobe. Du Yu instantly felt a ticklish, tingling sensation.

Jiang Sheng’s arms were extended very long around his neck area; having been brushed against just now, Du Yu habitually shrunk his neck and let out two giggles.

Shrinking his neck, he kept leaning toward the right side, and his whole person was almost leaning into Jiang Sheng’s embrace.

Du Yu’s head rested on Jiang Sheng’s shoulder, his soft, fluffy hair pressing against Jiang Sheng’s neck, unconsciously brushing across his neck.

Jiang Sheng also knew Du Yu was ticklish. Seeing him giggling, he patted him with some amusement, “Alright, I won’t touch you anymore.”

With dimples appearing on his cheeks, Du Yu smiled until his eyes curved into crescents, “Ticklish…”

Jiang Sheng was afraid of accidentally touching him again later, so he let go of his hand and took two steps back, “Is it still ticklish?”

Du Yu slowly raised his neck, the smile that hadn’t fully faded still at the corners of his mouth, and shook his head.

Standing by his side this time, Jiang Sheng demonstrated a movement for him to see, “Like this, understand? Shoot it in like this.”

Because he was standing at the one-point shot line, they were very close to the basket. Jiang Sheng pointed at the hoop, “Throw it in, A-Yu.”

Du Yu followed his direction and took a look, imitated the movement Jiang Sheng had just taught him, and threw it in.

Probably because the foundation of his childhood natural intelligence was still there, or perhaps because he was standing close, in short, very fortunately, his shot went in.

Du Yu did not know what it meant after he threw this ball in.

He just stared at that ball after it hit the ground, bouncing up, hitting the ground, bouncing up, hitting the ground…

Jiang Sheng didn’t expect Du Yu to be able to throw it in on his first try. He smiled, walked over, and picked up the ball, “A-Yu is very smart.”

Although throwing it in this time didn’t mean he could throw it in next time, Jiang Sheng only needed Du Yu to know how this ball should be shot.

He was just praising him casually, because he knew that Du Yu needed to be affirmed and praised by people.

The corners of Du Yu’s mouth lightly turned up, his face carrying the shyness after being praised, his eyes clear and bright, and he followed up by saying a sentence, “A-Sheng is good…”

Jiang Sheng didn’t quite understand, “Hmm?”

“A-Sheng is good…”

“Good in what way?”

Du Yu couldn’t explain and said somewhat clumsily, “Good person…”

Jiang Sheng was somewhat surprised and let out two laughs.

They were originally planning to head back, but probably because he hadn’t played ball for many years, Jiang Sheng had a sudden whim.

With great interest, he tossed the ball gently onto the tip of his index finger, only to see that ball spinning rapidly on his fingertip like a spinning top.

Du Yu was instantly attracted.

His two eyes stared unblinkingly at the ball on his fingertip. Seeing him look like this, Jiang Sheng wanted to laugh a bit; with a pull of his hand, he stopped the spinning action.

But Du Yu hadn’t seen enough yet. He pulled Jiang Sheng’s wrist and said softly, “Still want to watch…”

Jiang Sheng said with a smile, “No more.”

Du Yu was unyielding, “Still want to watch…”

Jiang Sheng clutched the ball tightly in his embrace, “Really no more.”

Disregarding everything, Du Yu tugged at his sleeve, “Want to watch.”

Jiang Sheng smiled, and with a gentle toss of his right hand, his movements smooth and flowing like water, the ball started spinning on his finger once again.