Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

At the end of the first half, Lian Qingyang walked from the court to the audience seats. Jing Chen was sitting in the second row. His eyes never left Lian Qingyang as he watched him walk towards him.

Lian Qingyang stopped and stood in front of an empty seat in the first row. He slowly drank half a bottle of water, then leaned over and spoke to Jing Chen across the chair: "How was my performance?"

Jing Chen held the banner in both hands and raised it in front of him. A smile appeared on his usually expressionless face: "You played the three-pointer very well."

Lian Qingyang felt a little embarrassed when he glanced at the banner that read "Bold show of clear spirit, fierce three-pointer". However, his face was already flushed due to exercise, so no one could tell that he was shy at this moment.

He handed the water to Jing Chen, pouted and tugged at his shirt: "Help me get some water first, I'll go to the rest room to take a shower and change out of this, and come back later."

Before Jing Chen could speak, Lian Qingyang strode towards the lounge and waved to the audience, which earned him a lot of screams.

*

During this time, Ma Sixue also came over, picked up his bottle of water and took two sips. When he saw Jing Chen, he leaned over and said, "Brother Jing, what are you holding in your hand?"

Jing Chen stretched out his hand holding the water bottle for him to see. Ma Sixue shook his head and pointed at his other hand with his chin: "I'm talking about that hand. Is that Brother Qing's banner?"

Seeing that Ma Sixue had guessed it, Jing Chen raised his hand to show him: "How did you know?"

"Because the color is cyan." Ma Sixue raised his eyebrows again, "Brother Jing, guess what color my banner is?"

Lian Qingyang's color is based on his name, and Ma Sixue's... "Green?"

Unexpectedly, Ma Sixue's eyes widened and he whispered back, "How could it be green? Brother Jing, don't talk nonsense!"

"Because thinking can be four: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. The fourth one is green." Jing Chen paused and asked him, "What color should it be?"

"Black and white, the most high-end colors are often made up of the most simple colors." Ma Sixue looked mysterious.

Jing Chen respected but didn't understand, and tried to explain: "Black, white and gray are achromatic colors, also known as extreme colors. In a sense, they are indeed very advanced..."

Lian Qingyang came over with a damp look on his face and sat next to him. He sneered at what he said and mercilessly exposed Ma Sixue: "What? Black and white because everyone says zebras are black and white. After all, his last name is Ma."

Ma Sixue disagreed: "The surname Ma means a proper horse. White, black and brown are all good looking. Why did you insist on choosing a zebra?"

Jing Chen coughed and consoled him, "Actually, black and white is really classy. Look at giant pandas, Siberian huskies, honey badgers, killer whales, and cows..."

"Why didn't you mention Black Cat Sheriff and Shaun the Sheep?" Lian Qingyang continued laughing and turned to Ma Sixue to add fuel to the fire. "A Siberian Husky is a Husky, and a Honey Badger is a Flathead."

The cheerleading team had finished their performance as they were talking. Ma Sixue hummed a sigh and continued on the court. Jing Chen looked at Lian Qingyang, who was sitting leisurely beside him, and asked what he had wanted to ask earlier: "Why didn't you play in the second half?"

Lian Qingyang stretched and looked towards the court. "Didn't Ma Sixue just tell you? I only play half a court. In off-campus matches, I always play in the second half. This time, we're playing a friendly match on campus, so I'll just play casually."

He didn't hear any movement beside him after he finished speaking. Lian Qingyang glanced over and saw Jing Chen still looking at him. He said quietly and seriously, "From now on, I want to hear you tell me about your affairs in person."

Lian Qingyang was stunned. Cheers came from the audience behind him. Their team scored another goal. Only the two of them were staring at each other quietly in this extraordinary bustle.

*

"It was fun playing, let's go eat together later!" Ma Sixue put his arm around the shoulders of a freshman and walked over. "Brother Jing, come with us."

Lian Qingyang helped to refuse: "He went back to the dormitory..."

"Okay." Jing Chen interrupted Lian Qingyang and tilted his head to look at him. "This is the first time I've seen you play basketball, and I want to help you celebrate."

The audience was very orderly and left one after another after the game ended. The only ones left were the two basketball team members and Jing Chen. At this time, others also joined in and followed Ma Sixue in calling Jing Brother.

"It's okay to go with Brother Jing, it's more lively with more people!"

"Let's go, the hotel we booked is a bit far away, more than 20 minutes by car. Let's go to the school gate first."

"I think Brother Jing is suitable for playing basketball. Do you want to join us?"

As the group walked out, Jing Chen shook his head and said, "I'm not really suited to these kinds of sports, but I can still do some personal exercise with you guys."

Lian Qingyang, walking beside him, interrupted, "Where's Coach Sun? Aren't you going with us?"

"Coach Sun seemed to be busy. He ran away as soon as the game ended."

Lian Qingyang nodded, and no one asked Jing Chen any more questions.

*

After arriving at the restaurant, the two teams entered two adjacent private rooms. After everyone sat down, the waiter handed the menu to one person, who then handed it to Lian Qingyang: "Brother Qing, you order."

Lian Qingyang was not polite and took the menu and ordered a lot, and also asked for some rice wine and juice.

"Rice wine is intoxicating, so just taste it and don't drink too much." Lian Qingyang closed the menu and put it aside, then whispered to Jing Chen, "Just drink some drinks later."

Jing Chen nodded and looked at Lian Qingyang with the demeanor of a leader.

Everyone else was talking loudly, so Ma Sixue came over and whispered to him, "Do you know why Brother Qing orders the food? Because no matter what we eat, Brother Qing remembers everyone's preferences, so when the dishes are served, everyone can eat what they like. And at the beginning, Brother Qing treated everyone to the meal, but later on, we felt bad and just split the bill."

Lian Qingyang poured peach juice into the heated cup and brought it to Jing Chen. He squinted at Ma Sixue and said, "What are you talking about with Jing Chen again? You smell like sweat, stay away from him."

Jing Chen took a sip of the peach juice. It had a strong fruity flavor, just like the peaches he loved.

Ma Sixue handed the cup over, still arguing: "I'm taking a shower! Brother Qing, pour me a cup too."

As the dishes were served one by one, everyone stopped talking and started to concentrate on eating. They had a good appetite after the exercise, and the only sounds during the meal were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and praises of the food.

The junior student who was eating in the private room next door came over with juice and toasted them one by one. While they were toasting, no one noticed that Jing Chen was holding Lian Qingyang's cup. The bad thing was that the colors of rice wine and peach juice in this restaurant were very similar, and it was difficult to tell them apart if you didn't look carefully. A junior student happened to come over and raised his cup to him, and Jing Chen drank it without smelling it carefully.

Lian Qingyang turned around with the cup in his hand and said anxiously, "Don't drink!" But he saw Jing Chen had already taken a sip of the wine.

Jing Chen calmly looked at the marks on the cup rim he had covered, curled his lips, and turned around to exchange the cup with Lian Qingyang: "Sorry, I took the wrong one, can you use another cup?"

Lian Qingyang didn't care: "It's okay, but I accidentally stained your cup, if you mind..."

"It's okay, but the rice wine tastes pretty good." The rest of his words were interrupted by Jing Chen. Lian Qingyang nodded and turned around to accept the greetings from his junior.

After a while, the room quieted down. One of the team members put down his cup and sat down. “Oh, these juniors are really polite. They even insisted on greeting everyone one by one. But luckily, I used peach juice instead later, hehe.”

"Oh my god, why are you the same as me? I am the same, hahahaha."

"..."

Lian Qingyang looked worriedly at Jing Chen who was silently eating the food, and refilled the empty cup with peach juice.