Coming out of Xia Mo's house, passing by the basketball court in the community, I saw a few boys playing basketball. One of them was wearing a white short-sleeved jersey. His tall and straight figure was the most eye-catching. Under the afterglow of the sun, it looks extremely youthful and energetic.
That's Min Gang!
It was very fresh to her to see the man she had a crush on in her previous life play basketball as a teenager.
In the impression of his previous life, Min Gang was always dressed in a suit and leather shoes, a mature and stable professional attire. The last time I saw him on the street, he also looked elegant in a white shirt and trousers.
Now, like other boys, he is jumping and playing basketball in a short ball uniform, and he is playing very well. This makes her more interested, and she is reluctant to leave. Watching his figure flicker, the corners of his lips unconsciously filled with a pleasant smile.
After Min Gang made a beautiful dunk, he suddenly felt strange. He raised his eyes and saw the strange white figure sitting on the long stone bench. He became inexplicably excited and moved faster and more neatly.
Grab the ball, dribble, two and a half steps, jump, layup...
The condition is very good!
Every shot was made accurately, and he became more and more brave. After the shot, he unconsciously shook the sweat from his hair.
Looking at his sweaty and wet hair, Yang Zimei couldn't help but think of a cheetah emerging from the jungle of the Amazon River, vigorous and agile.
While distracted—
With a bang, the basketball rolled to her feet!
Min Gang ran over sweating, bent over and picked up the basketball on the ground, then raised his head and smiled at her, "Hi, hello!"
His smile was clean, his teeth were neat, and there was a faint dimple around his lips. His eyes with single eyelids were slightly curved into a crescent moon, which made Yang Zimei's heart skip a beat.
The mature and calm Min Gang is certainly fascinating, but the young Min Gang is so energetic and clean.
"Hello… "
The sudden tension caused her tongue to curl up, and she was actually a little articulate.
"You are Yang Zimei's classmate, right? My name is Min Gang!" Min Gang held the basketball in one hand, and stretched out the other to her. Then he realized that his hands were sweaty and dirty from playing basketball, and retracted them hastily and embarrassingly.
Yang Zimei didn't expect that he actually recognized her. Could it be the impression from when she was five years old
"Min Gang, come here with the ball, don't just pick up girls—"
His companion was shouting impatiently.
Min Gang smiled at her with a little embarrassment, and when he turned back to the court, he didn't forget to turn around and wave to her.
I don't know if it's the effect of the setting sun, but his waving action suddenly freezes into a beautiful painting in Yang Zimei's heart.
In the last life, she could only watch him stepping on the spotlessly polished leather shoes and hurried past her eyes, never turning her face to look at herself, as if she, like the surrounding trees, was just a background.
Now, he smiled to himself and waved hello!
That's great!
She smiled silly and continued to sit and watch him play basketball.
Knowing that she was watching him, every time he made a shot, he either waved to her excitedly or made a victory V to her.
Yang Zimei was also very happy, her mood was like a flying pigeon, her clean and soft cheeks looked even more charming under the reflection of the setting sun.