Because there is basketball training class again this afternoon, I can have a “close contact” with the basketball captain again, hehe! Just thinking about it makes my heart tremble, and that thing can’t help but twitch! Sometimes, I can’t help but hold my head high and feel that I’m unbearably handsome! However, I have to quickly pull my thoughts back. After all, I’m driving now, and the speed has already soared! Life doesn’t have a second time!
Finally, when class was over, I immediately rushed to the basketball hall. During class, my mind was already somewhere else, full of him, without any heart to listen to the lecture. Unfortunately, today’s class was taught by Director of Teaching Mr. Li, and I couldn’t dare to be absent. Mr. Li is extremely short, and classmates privately gave him the nickname “Root Two”, saying his height is not even 1.414 meters! He has warned me that if I miss more than 10 classes, my basketball team qualification will be canceled, so even if I am unwilling, I have to grit my teeth and attend his class.
When I arrived at the basketball hall, there were already a few classmates playing ball, but my gaze was instantly drawn to the handsome guy wearing a silver chain around his neck. His name is Zhang Haoran, our basketball captain, handsome like a movie star! He has a head of jet-black straight hair, sharply defined facial features, heroic in spirit, and bronze skin from years of sports under the sun. Height 185 cm, broad shoulders and narrow waist, a standard inverted triangle figure, under his broad shoulders are solid pectoral muscles, and the tight sports tank top outlines the contours of his full chest and eight-pack abs. His arm muscles have smooth lines, slightly bulging when dribbling, full of a sense of power. His thighs are long and strong, his steps light and precise when shooting, his movements as smooth as flowing clouds and water, simply perfect to the extreme! He is the one I most want to get close to, and the basketball captain Zhang Haoran who haunts my thoughts all day long.
“Lin Zixuan, why are you only here now? Go change clothes quickly!” Zhang Haoran shouted at me, his voice loud and with a hint of teasing. My heart beat faster, and I quickly responded: “Okay! Coming right away!” Then I dashed into the locker room.
When I changed and returned to the court, the coach had also arrived. The coach’s name is Wang Ze, in his early thirties, about 178 cm tall, with a standard athlete’s build. His skin is also healthy bronze, years of training made his chest muscles well-developed, abs firm, the tight sports tank top almost unable to cover his broad chest and solid waist and abdomen. His arms are sturdy and powerful, with clear muscle lines, especially when he bends over, the muscles of his back ripple smoothly, his buttocks firm and perky, full of masculine charm. His single-eyelid eyes are sharp, carrying an authoritative presence that makes people dare not look straight at him. As a former school team star, he stayed at school to be a coach, still the focus on the court. I also have a bit of inappropriate thoughts about the coach, but I only dare to secretly glance a few times, never daring to look straight at him.
The coach arranged for us to first play a half court game today, three per team, six people just right for two teams. Zhang Haoran and I were placed on different teams, which was exactly what I wanted, because I could openly defend him! Honestly, his 185 cm height is a bit difficult for my 178 cm to defend. His tall and well-proportioned figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, chest muscles and abs slightly undulate with movement during play, sweat sliding down his arms, outlining the perfect muscle lines. But I was at least a school team member in high school, so with my skills, he couldn’t take too much advantage. After a fierce confrontation, the score became 5 to 3, with our team behind. This ball absolutely cannot let them score, otherwise we lose!
I focused all my attention on Zhang Haoran, his bright eyes emitting an aggressive light, thick eyebrows furrowed with concentration. His bronze skin glistened under the lights, sweat sliding from his forehead to his chin, the muscles of his chest and arms slightly bulging from exertion, exuding infinite strength. He feigned dribbling, I lowered my center of gravity fully alert. Unexpectedly, with a fake move, he swiftly broke through straight to the basket! I threw myself up to defend, but was forcefully hit by his strong body, my balance lost, my whole body heavily falling to the ground.
“Ah…” I gritted my teeth in pain, almost crying out. Zhang Haoran quickly ran over, face full of apology: “Sorry! Lin Zixuan, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He squatted down, looking at me with concern. His arm muscles bulged from exertion, sweat slid from his forehead to his chin, dripping onto the floor, making my heart beat faster.
“It’s okay, just a little scrape on the elbow.” I endured the pain, pretending to be fine as I stood up. “I’ll just rinse it with water.” I walked toward the locker room, feeling a bit unhappy—not because of falling, but because I couldn’t continue “dueling” with Zhang Haoran.
Zhang Haoran said with concern: “Really okay? How about I help you over?” I waved my hand: “No need, just a small injury, you guys continue training!” I slowly walked back to the locker room, sat on a chair to rest, feeling a bit lost.
Not long after, teammates came back to the locker room laughing and chatting, starting to change clothes and shower. My spirits lifted, my eyes involuntarily swept toward the coach and Zhang Haoran. Unfortunately, Zhang Haoran didn’t come because of something, and the coach told me he went to handle some matters, my heart suddenly felt empty. However, the coach here was also not bad! As soon as he entered the locker room, he took off his drenched T-shirt and sports pants… My heart rate sped up and my face flushed. He wrapped a bath towel around himself, walked to the public shower room next door to bathe. A while later, he came out wrapped in a towel, the fragrance of body wash hitting my nose, he casually tossed aside the basin and asked me: “Zixuan, how are you feeling?”
My mind was still recalling his figure just now, my face redder, quickly said: “It’s okay, just need to rest a bit.”
“Rest well for two days! Do you want me to send someone to take you back?” The coach patted my shoulder.
“I’ll do it!” At this moment, Zhang Haoran ran in panting, an ice pack in his hand: “I went to the infirmary to get this for you to apply!” My heart warmed, not expecting him to be so considerate. The coach patted his shoulder: “Then I’ll leave this to you.” Finished speaking, he left with the other teammates.
“You rest first, I’ll go take a shower.” Zhang Haoran said, taking off his sportswear………… I stared at him, almost forgetting to breathe, my heart racing like a drum.
He walked into the bathroom, I sat on the chair, my mind full of his figure, annoyed at myself for falling today, otherwise I could have “dueled” with him a bit longer. He was drying his body with a towel while saying: “Training has been tough these two days, I was in a bad mood today, hitting you was really my bad.”
“Why are you being so distant!” I pretended to be relaxed, but was inwardly overjoyed. He put on a clean T-shirt and shorts, helped me into his car, and drove me home. From that day on, my relationship with Zhang Haoran drew a step closer.
But I know, there are always countless girls pursuing him around him, every time I see him driving a pretty girl, my heart turns sour like a jar of vinegar overturned. What hurts me even more is that he is clearly straight, and once I even accidentally heard him make negative comments about g, my heart felt like it was stabbed. But I just won’t admit defeat! The more difficult a thing is, the more I want to try! Although I am only 20 years old this year, I am born with a stubborn streak, the more an impossible thing looks, the more I want to touch it! So, I secretly made a “Heart Hunting Plan”, deciding to get closer to him step by step.
One afternoon, I went with two buddies to find Zhang Haoran, inviting him and his new girlfriend to go sing at night. I knew he loved lively scenes, liked to show off in front of his girlfriend, and sure enough he agreed straight away, wanting to host himself. Seeing him in a suit and leather shoes with his fashionable and beautiful girlfriend, I felt a little sour, but his solid figure and charming smile still made it impossible for me to look away. That night, he was high-spirited, and I took the opportunity to get closer to him. Over the next month, we gradually became familiar.
One time, four or five of us finished drinking beer at a bar, the weather was stuffy and hot, someone suggested going swimming. A few of us, drunk, arrived at the swimming pool, and the manager, seeing us like this, firmly refused to let us into the water. Zhang Haoran, a little drunk, arrogantly wanted to make a move, but fortunately I was slightly sober and stopped him. In the end, a compromise was reached, we could rest in the locker room and swim only after sobering up. My heart beat faster, thinking an opportunity had come!
The swimming pool had many resting rooms, a long row of doors on both sides of the corridor. I accompanied Zhang Haoran into a double room, while others, having girlfriends, each found a place to rest. His ex-girlfriend had been dumped two weeks ago, and during this time I hadn’t seen his “live shows” with his girlfriend, feeling a bit lost. He leaned against the bed, eyes closed, smoking. I tried to sit naturally by his bed, asking him for a cigarette. He smiled: “Little kid, why smoke!” His neat white teeth and charming smile moved my heart.
I deliberately pounced on him, grabbing cigarettes from his arms, and at that moment, I was pressing on top of him…………
