Paradox H - ☆, Vinegar and Kiss

Today is Friday, and the May Day holiday is just around the corner, so everyone's mind is a bit elsewhere than on studying.
The academic pressure in the senior year of high school is very heavy. It is rare for teachers to be lenient and let the seniors go to watch the inter-school basketball game during the self-study period on Friday afternoon.
One reason for this is probably to make up for the lack of conscience in assigning mountains of homework during the short holiday.
The inter-school basketball tournament is held annually before May Day, mainly featuring six schools from the surrounding area competing against each other. Although there are only six schools, the level of competition is very high. Among them, the basketball teams of Dongsheng Vocational School and Qinghe No. 18 Middle School have both been strong contenders, having reached the top five in the provincial inter-school basketball tournament. As for Qinghe No. 6 Middle School, where they are located, they are indeed among the best in terms of exam results, but they don't have much of an advantage in terms of students' physical fitness, let alone basketball.
The competition was held at Qinghe No. 6 Middle School this year. From the afternoon onwards, the playground was bustling with noise. Even if the senior students wanted to study hard, it would be difficult for them not to be affected.
Another reason the teachers would let them go was because one of the two matches held in the afternoon was a match between Qinghe No. 6 Middle School.
Of course, we should let the dogs out, the more the better, to create a home-field atmosphere.
Basketball games are a very popular activity in high school, and this year is even more so for students at Qinghe No. 6 Middle School, because two of the school's three male gods—Ling Qingyuan and Lü Zixiao—are playing.
Ling Qingyuan's basketball skills were no secret at school, but perhaps due to academic commitments, he hadn't joined the school team. His appearance this year was only because one of the original starters suffered a foot injury, and the teacher temporarily called him in as a substitute, playing small forward and shooting guard. As for Lü Zixiao, he was already the point guard on the school basketball team. With two heartthrobs among the five players on the court, the team's average attractiveness was instantly raised, causing other schools' female cheerleaders to frequently scream in unison, resulting in many laughs.
The warm afternoon sun of spring shone on the vibrant young players on the court, while the benches on both sides were filled with cheering students. With each attack, defense, rebound, and basket, a deafening roar of shouts erupted.
No one could have predicted that this year's freshman basketball team, with the perfect teamwork between Ling Qingyuan and Lü Zixiao, would lead Qinghe No. 6 Middle School to the finals.
"Defense! Defense!" After a rebound was snatched by a forward from Dongsheng Vocational School, Lü Zixiao raised his hand to signal all his teammates to return to defense.
The rebound was quickly passed to Dong Sheng's point guard, and the opponent launched a fast break.
Lu Zixiao is only 1.76 meters tall, but he is not short among the average height of second-year high school students. However, Dong Sheng's point guard is thinner and shorter, with a more stable stance, giving him a physical advantage. Lu Zixiao's first attempt to steal the ball failed due to the opponent's agile dribbling.
However, Lü Zixiao's speed was no joke. After failing to steal the ball in the first attempt, he quickly turned around and stole the ball as the opponent immediately passed it, and then firmly controlled the ball in his hands just outside the three-point line.
"—Counterattack!"
Ling Sinan didn't know much about basketball, but the basketball game in the afternoon was really exciting. She watched it with great tension, her eyes glued to the court.
The current score is 43:39, which is considered a close score in basketball. However, everyone knows that the situation is not good because the most important player on the court, small forward Ling Qingyuan, is being used by Dong Sheng in a two-on-one defense.
Of Qinghe No. 6 Middle School's 39 points, 22 were scored by Ling Qingyuan alone, so Dong Sheng naturally focused their defense on him.
Flanked from both sides, Ling Qingyuan tried to break through several times but was still tightly marked.
"The ball hasn't even reached my hands yet, isn't it a bit too much of an overestimation to be marking me so closely?" Ling Qingyuan leaned forward slightly, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his lips, and looked at Dong Sheng No. 9 who was marking him with a sneer. The other player was a full 1.9 meters tall, like a mountain blocking his way. Not only that, there was also a No. 8 player on his side, maintaining a seemingly insignificant distance from him, ready to fill the gap in interception at any time.
Qinghe No. 6 Middle School certainly has weaknesses, and the opposing team directly abandoned that weak player to control Ling Qingyuan.
Lu Zixiao dodged past the opposing point guard and charged into the opponent's frontcourt, but when he glanced at Ling Qingyuan's position, he was almost completely blocked to his right rear.
"Brother Lü!!" Wang Yi, a freshman in the first year of high school, shouted loudly. He had somehow broken through the defense and entered Lü Zixiao's field of vision.
The situation on the court changes rapidly, and the point guard needs to analyze the most fluid offensive approach in a short time and pass the ball to the teammate who is most likely to score.
Everyone thought everything was settled, and Wang Yi was in an exceptionally good position at this time.
However, Lü Zixiao keenly noticed the figure behind Wang Yi.
The next second, Lü Zixiao released the ball.
He stared at Wang Yi, and everyone stared at Wang Yi. The figure behind Wang Yi successfully cut into the position to steal the ball.
"Ling Qingyuan—!!!"
The ball bounced off the ground at an odd angle, flew over the outstretched arm of the opposing number 9, and hurtled towards Ling Qingyuan.
A bounce pass! The entire stadium erupted in cheers.
Ling Qingyuan seemed to have known Lu Zixiao's intention the moment he made the move, and he ducked down and caught the ball Lu Zixiao passed to him steadily.
Ling Sinan gasped and tugged at Gu Ting's sleeve: "Why did he pass it on to Qingyuan? Qingyuan is being watched by two people."
Gu Ting rested one hand on his knee, tilting his head to look at the court: "You'll see when you see it."
The next second, the opponent tried to steal the ball, and the players on the other side also firmly blocked Ling Qingyuan's movement.
Ling Qingyuan's gaze sharpened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He slightly bent his knees and raised the ball in his hand.
"Ahhhhhh—" the girls on the field screamed.
"Young Master Ling is going to shoot another three-pointer! He's going to shoot another three-pointer!!!" Ye Shanshan excitedly grabbed Ling Sinan's hand and shook it wildly.
Everyone thought Ling Qingyuan was going to use his old trick to showcase his amazing three-point shooting skills, after all, he had scored as many as 15 points with this ability in this game. However, Ling Sinan felt that the timing was very bad. His younger brother's three-point shooting was indeed his forte, but shooting a three-pointer at this time would definitely result in the opponent scoring.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion. Just as the opposing number 9 was about to block the shot, Ling Qingyuan's foot did not leave the ground.
The ball in his hand was pulled back to his waist halfway through the flight, and Ling Qingyuan took advantage of the opportunity to flash away like lightning.
Feint!
Ling Qingyuan's figure swept past the opponent like a phantom, heading straight for the opponent's inside line. The Dong Sheng player who was originally defending Wang Yi immediately rushed over, but Ling Qingyuan didn't even glance at him and tossed the ball back to Lü Zixiao.
Lu Zixiao jumped to shoot without hesitation! At that moment, the opposing power forward also jumped to block!
The ball was thrown out in a long arc, clearing the backboard!
"It's too crooked!" someone in the audience shouted in disappointment.
But just before the ball hit the ground, a figure caught it.
With a sweep of his long arms, his light brown shorts reflected the dazzling sunlight as he leaped into the air, tracing a small semicircle in the air before slamming the ball into the basket!
"Aerial relay—!!" The boys around me exclaimed, almost jumping out of their seats.
So handsome.
Ling Sinan stared blankly at Ling Qingyuan, who grabbed the backboard and jumped down.
I could hardly take my eyes off it.
Although Ling Sinan first met her younger brother when he was playing basketball, she had never actually watched him play.
That was a vibrant, unbridled life force emanating from this young man.
Her heart pounded, and she couldn't speak for a long time. The noisy cheers around her were irrelevant to her; her eyes were only on that person.
The person who told her he liked her.
Gu Ting turned his head to look at her, his gaze filled with a deep meaning.
The way she looked at him...
Gu Ting glanced at Ling Qingyuan on the court, his brows furrowing slightly.
凌思南手中的手机震动，她低头去看。
[姐姐，学长好帅啊好帅啊！]
[告诉你一个好消息，学长前几天答应和我去东街新的甜品店了呢！多谢姐姐做媒！]
然后是一张聊天截图。
里面是小学妹兴高采烈地和凌清远聊市内好玩的地方，凌清远虽然回应得不算热情，但也算是有问必答。
末了有一句……
提拉米苏的小樱桃：[学长，东街那边新开了一家甜品店很多人说很好吃，要不要试一试？]
男神（小学妹备注）：[嗯。]
一个简单的“嗯”字敲在凌思南心头上。
心脏忽然就被人揪了起来。
难受。
空落落地难受，还着酸意。
挺好的呀，凌思南。
他听你的话去试着跟女孩接触了。
可是为什么有种——自家白菜被猪拱了的感觉？
小学妹明明长相性格都还挺好的。
你这是想什么呢。
能不能不要这么阴险？
——这场比赛，他们最终还是输了。
尽管有吕子骁和凌清远，但终究不敌对方的经验和完美协作，散场时分，凌清远他们坐着的休息区，被人潮包围。
多是女生。
凌思南握着手机，把屏幕关上。
她抬头看对面，人群已经散去了一些，但远远地，她看到小学妹抱着一瓶冰水走了过去。
凌清远半倚在阶梯上靠着，仰着头看天，一手搭在额际。
小学妹走过去似乎叫了他一声，凌清远放下手臂，眼神循过去。
可是在那一瞬间，他和凌思南的视线隔空对在了一起。
只是那么一眨眼，她就觉得心跳停滞了。
这一刻，凌清远的双眸里沉着深幽的暗，让她身上的毛孔都翕张，仿佛蝴蝶陷入了捕猎网，颤栗不止，挣脱不得。
他淡淡地看了凌思南两秒，随后移开。
接过了小学妹的水。
然后凌清远的身影就被小学妹挡住，她再也看不到生了什么。
头顶忽然被人揉了一下，她转头，顾霆朝她叹了口气。
不明所以。
“走吧，打算在这坐到放学？还是要跟你弟弟一起回去？”
凌思南摇摇头：“不，我自己回家。”
“要我送你吗？”顾霆问她，这次倒没有那么霸道，经过上次的事情，他也不敢随便替她拿主意。
“不用。”凌思南站起身，叶珊珊刚好和旁边的人聊完，拉着她往回走。
临走前，凌思南回望了一眼。
小学妹的背影，真的挺可爱的。
……虽然没有弟弟可爱。
凌思南在教室里磨蹭了很久，等她出来的时候，人几乎都走光了，偌大的教学楼空空荡荡的。
往校门口走的她，下意识地又眺了一眼操场的方向。
那个时分还有夕阳，金红色的光拢在操场上，被教学楼挡着，一半是光，一半是暗。
而那个人还是保持着一样的姿势坐在那儿，就在光与暗的分界线上。
凌清远的仰着脸，手腕遮住眼睛，头靠在上一层的阶梯上。
呼吸匀缓，安安静静地。
似乎感觉有阴影遮住了那一半的光，他移开手腕。
“回家吗？”凌思南站在他面前问他。
偏着头，用姐姐标准的微笑表情。
“不回。”凌清远撇开眼。
“要坐多久？”凌思南叹了口气，捊起裙角，坐到他旁边。
凌清远没有把头转过来，“坐多久都行。”
“爸妈会生气的，到时候又要关禁闭。”凌思南盯着他的后脑勺，抬手轻轻拨他的丝，“别闹脾气了？”
凌清远抬手拨开她：“别动。”
“干嘛，姐姐碰一碰都不行？”她轻笑。
凌清远忽然翻过身，一下按住她的双腕，单膝半跪在她身前，把她压在了台阶上。
“负责吗？”
凌思南深吸了一口气，紧张地问：“负、负责什么？”
“碰我你负责吗？”
……你又不是卖身啊，我负责什么？
可是看他藏在刘海阴影下，那双深邃的眸子，凌思南又说不出反驳的话。
她想了想，小声问：“小学妹……”
凌清远的眉头拧了起来。
她声音低了下去，细如蚊蚋：“你和她聊得挺好的。”
“还行。”凌清远不咸不淡地说。
凌思南在心里“哦”了一声，又说：“所以，其实普通的女孩子，很不错对吧？”
不会像是亲姐弟那么麻烦。
他好像笑了。
又好像没笑。
弧度好看得很，却很冷。
“凌思南，你还真的一直都是高高在上决定我要什么——跟爸妈又有什么两样？”
凌思南看到他眼里横生落寂的目色。
有些心疼。
“……你不喜欢她？”她不知道该怎么接话，她没有弟弟说的那个意思，可是仔细想来，她好像真的这么做了。
凌清远缄默着。
“你都答应她去试试东街的甜品了。”凌思南一点也没现自己说出这句话的时候，口吻中有多诡异地酸。
在气头上的凌清远也没听出来，他只是微沉了一下眼：“我会去的。”
凌思南的心跟着这句话抽了抽。
“跟你。”
她蓦地一怔，抬头：“啊？”
“她问，要不要试试，我说好。”凌清远低下头，俯在她耳边轻声道：“跟姐姐试试。”
凌思南的耳根一下子红得滴血：“你……”
“是你要我找个女朋友，我找了。”凌清远闭上眼，鼻梁轻轻蹭过她烫的耳尖：“没有人比你适合。”
她瑟缩下肩头，那股酥麻的痒意从肩侧，从耳边蔓延开来，抓心一般。
她侧过脸的那一刻，看到了台阶上的水瓶。
满满的，原封不动的。
一直匿在心尖上的那股子酸意忽然消失不见了。
凌思南抿了抿唇。
之前……果然还是吃醋啊，自己。
“清远……”凌思南的声音唤着，一抹低柔掠过他耳边，“收敛一点，在学校呢。”
凌清远埋在她脖颈，热息喷洒在她的颈间：“姐姐让人生气。”
凌思南整张脸都被红晕占满了，“喂。”这是……在撒娇吗？
目光有些担心地望向周围，学校里确实没有什么余留的学生了，天色也暗了下来，在操场上的他们不过是两团人影。
可是还是不太好。
凌思南抬手轻拍了拍弟弟的背：“起来啦，你在学校可是名人，被认出就糟了。”
尤其他现在还穿着打篮球的藏蓝色背心和短裤，一看就是今天参加比赛的选手。
凌清远终于退开来。
可是还是没从她身上下去。
两只手压着她的手腕，膝盖还是搁在她腿侧。
“还没消气。”他说，“明天周六，你别想下床了。”反正爸妈不在家。
凌思南猛咳嗽了几声：“你说什么呢？”
“要我再放手机录音吗？在这里？”
“不要不要！！”她吓得坐直了身子，脑门撞到了弟弟下巴上，两个人都吃痛。
凌清远揉着下巴：“你激动什么？”
“还不是因为你做得出来？！”凌思南也捂着额头，湿漉漉地杏眼垂着，觑他。
凌清远真的做得出来。
什么变态的事儿他都做得出来。
一阵低笑声。
凌思南看着弟弟抬手，微曲着的手抵着唇面，撇过头笑。
然后放开她，身子一摊，坐在一边，长吁了一口气。
凌思南转过头看他，杏眼微眨。
她忽然想到什么，问：“篮球……是爸妈让你去学的吗？”他看起来真的喜欢。
“怎么可能。”凌清远轻哂，“这是我的秘密。”他抬手，食指抵在唇间：“别说。”
“我跟他们说……你想什么呢？”凌思南笑着，悄声补了一句：“那你到时候也要守住我的秘密。”
“嗯？”凌清远没听清。
凌思南摇摇头，眺望操场边墙上随风沙沙作响的爬山虎。
四月底的天气，黄昏后还是有些凉。
看着弟弟一身背心短裤，她不自觉的抬手摸过去，握了握凌清远的手，微凉。
她皱起眉：“快点穿上外套，会感冒的。”
凌清远依然靠在台阶上一动不动，就是目光瞥了她一眼。
手反握住她，不放。
凌思南盯着他耍赖的表情，无奈地侧过身去看他放在台阶上的衣服，伸手拿过来，想给他披上。
外套随着她的动作扬起之际，凌清远另一只手忽然一勾，拉着外套的后领，按着她的后脑，把她勾了下来。
Ling Sinan didn't realize what had happened for a moment. She just felt a darkness fall around her, the fabric of her school uniform jacket covering her head, and her lips landed on hers.
It touched the boy's cool lips.
Soft.
Crispy.
I want to kiss you.
He pressed against her lips, his tongue gently slipping inside, without the usual aggression.
The boy's soft, wet tongue touched hers and lingered carefully.
Ling Sinan's heart was pounding in her chest. One of her hands was still being held by him, while the other was pressed against his chest, where she could feel his heartbeat.
Wow, that was fast.
They weren't exactly calm, were they?
The identical, erratic heartbeats made her involuntarily curl the corners of her lips into a smile. Her tongue, which was playing tricks on her, stirred her saliva. Ling Sinan felt a little drunk and gradually closed her eyes. Her tongue was being swirled around, making her feel flustered. She subconsciously responded to him.
Between the lips.
Between the tongues.
They fit together perfectly.
younger brother.
So sweet.
That's what she thought at that moment.

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