Who is calling so late? When Xingxing saw the phone, he felt familiar yet unfamiliar, because it seemed like a call he had made just three days ago, and it seemed like a number he hadn’t seen in three years.
Xingxing's heart that was hit just now had another wave of excitement. When Xingxing looked at the phone number, Ye Wenxuan? How could it be her? Xingxing was very surprised. You must know that even when they were at Qingdao Agricultural University, their relationship could only be considered average at best.
She's just his girlfriend's best friend. Why would she call me now? Yang Zhenxing thought about it and sneered. On time, Liu Xiaolu wanted to change her mind. She was embarrassed to call and asked her to deliver the message. She thought again. It shouldn't have been just now.
Liu Xiaolu's email clearly stated that Yang Zhenxing's future has nothing to do with her.
With a feeling of uneasiness, Yang Zhenxing answered the call
"Hello," Xingxing greeted after picking up the phone.
"Hello, long time no see." A familiar and pleasant voice came from the phone. The voice naturally revealed a temptation that touched every nerve of the man.
"Yeah, long time no see," Xingxing replied, her heart pounding and she was very nervous.
"Why don't you ask me who I am?"
"You are Ye Wenxuan, how could I not know?"
"Well, you know, I thought you only kept Liu Xiaolu's number after you entered the United States!" Ye Wenxuan was a little surprised, but she was also in a pleasant mood. As for why Yang Zhenxing kept his phone number, she felt slightly
She was so excited that she couldn't explain it. She knew that in the past, Ye Wenxuan liked Yang Zhenxing in her heart, but now, Ye Wenxuan, who has experienced many things, no longer knows what she is thinking.
"I know, we are all good friends. I have always saved your number, but unfortunately I haven't called you to say hello. I'm so sorry." Yang Zhenxing was still perfunctory with this seemingly boring question.
He was so excited that he was waiting for Ye Wenxuan to tell him about Liu Xiaolu.
"Haha, we are good friends." Ye Wenxuan's voice was slightly choked, and her speaking speed also slowed down a lot.
"Of course, we have always been good friends, haha." Yang Zhenxing heard that Ye Wenxuan was a little abnormal, but he didn't know how to answer. He guessed that something unpleasant must have happened to Ye Wenxuan, so he had to prick up his ears.
Come and listen carefully
"How are you doing in America?"
"It's good. What's wrong?"
"You have a girlfriend behind Xiaolu's back, right?"
Yang Zhenxing was a little confused when he asked this question, because he had traveled through time. As for how he lived with Katie, he really didn’t know. How should he answer? Tell the truth? How could it be the truth? How could he know?
What's the truth? He has traveled through time. Do he have the memories of the past three years? What should he do? Yang Zhenxing didn't have time to think carefully because he still had to call Ye Wenxuan, so he could only think less and deliberately dillydally.
Said: "Well, yes"
"Why did you do this? Liu Xiaolu has been waiting for you for the past three years, but you would do such a thing. Are you still not a man?"
After saying this, Xingxing was naturally a little unhappy. How could you blame me? I traveled through time three years ago. How could I know what happened? Xingxing could only say: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for her, I'm sorry for you."
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"How much is your apology worth? What's the use of saying sorry?"
"Yes, it's useless. I can't help it. I also have my own difficulties." Xingxing's mood was very complicated at the moment. He was really helpless.
"What difficulties do you have that you can't tell Liu Xiaolu? You are boyfriend and girlfriend. What can't you say? If you really can't say it, why can't you tell it to us good friends?" Ye Wenxuan asked Yang Zhenxing, her words becoming increasingly fierce, but her voice was still.
More choked up
Yang Zhenxing naturally heard that Ye Wenxuan was very dissatisfied with his answer, but at this moment he still knew rationally that he could not tell the truth, that is, tell Ye Wenxuan that he was just himself three years ago and had traveled to the present.
Because such a reason would be considered quite absurd.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me for not being able to explain it clearly to you. I have my own secrets, please understand."
"I can't understand it, so I can't forgive it. Liu Xiaolu can't forgive you either," Ye Wenxuan said in a serious tone.
"I understand that you can't understand me. Forgive me. I can only say I'm sorry to you. I can only say that I'm so sorry to you and her."
Ye Wenxuan was not surprised by Yang Zhenxing's answer. He vaguely felt that Yang Zhenxing had difficulties in his heart. According to his understanding, Yang Zhenxing should not be such a person. Although sometimes you cannot see through a person with just a little understanding.
But for his teammate Yang Zhenxing, who is only 18 years old and has a memory of being a child, his heart is indeed pure and loyal. Ye Wenxuan said slowly, "I want to ask you, how are you doing in the United States? I heard
You are worrying about the draft, I am really worried about you." Ye Wenxuan was talking on the phone, unable to restrain her feelings for Yang Zhenxing, her voice was a little urgent, and she unconsciously revealed that she had some feelings for Yang Zhenxing.
Ye Wenxuan said the word "worry" emotionally. Ye Wenxuan felt as if she had said the wrong thing, but if she said it out loud, it would be hard to take back. There was nothing she could do, so she just cared to the end.
"Well, yeah, I'm struggling. My draft prospects are clouded. My teammates are all good and they will all be drafted, but I'm still worried about whether I can have a team take me seriously, even if there is a team.
If I was selected, it would only be a contract with no guaranteed basic salary. I was worried about whether it was worth it."
"Do you love basketball?" Ye Wenxuan asked, this time she spoke quickly because he was already very clear about what he wanted to say.
"Love, I have always loved basketball. I have always had such a dream, ever since I came into contact with basketball."
"Then why don't you go to the draft and worry about your future?"
"Well, I've already said what I'm worried about. With my current level, I can't make it in the NBA. I might as well go back to China and find a stable job in Comfort."
"What about your dream? Are you no longer fighting for your dream?" Ye Wenxuan's voice was very strong.
"Every dream is fragile in the face of thinking. It is the last word to be able to eat and live a stable life these days." Yang Zhenxing felt helpless. He was not familiar with the place where he was born. He had traveled through time. He was here.
It was difficult. He also wanted to escape here early and return to a familiar place to live. Facing the current situation, Yang Zhenxing had had enough. He would not let anyone tell him he had enough. He would receive mysterious powers from time to time.
Restraint, as uncomfortable as a ghost pressing down on the bed
Ye Wenxuan hopes in her heart that Yang Zhenxing can participate in the draft and work hard to realize her dream. First, as a good friend, and secondly, Ye Wenxuan has some unspeakable secrets in her heart. She sincerely hopes that Yang Zhenxing can succeed, although whether Yang Zhenxing succeeds or not, he may not have a penny with him.
Relationship
Ye Wenxuan kept persuading Yang Zhenxing and encouraged him to strengthen his confidence to participate in the annual NBA draft. However, Ye Wenxuan's persuasion was obviously not effective. Ye Wenxuan kept talking, and she was about to cry, but
Yang Zhenxing was still unmoved. He did not increase his confidence at all. Just like usual, he was still confused about where to go when facing the draft.
Ye Wenxuan is confused and helpless, what should she do?
Ye Wenxuan had to use the method she least wanted to use to persuade Yang Zhenxing to participate in the 2012 NBA draft, because only this method could become the last hope.
