Xie Ran had no idea what kind of messy thoughts were running through He Ruizhe’s mind at that moment.
He kept the camera trained on Jiang Xu the entire time, snapping a flurry of photos of the basketball court.
Especially with the intense match, every single one of the other person’s movements was exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
He didn’t even notice when Wang Dazhuang struck a pose on the court.
The girls sitting behind them watched Xie Ran only take pictures of Jiang Xu. Suppressing their inner excitement and delight, their voices carried smiles and envy, “Seriously, anyone can tell that your relationship with Jiang Xu is exceptionally good.”
Xie Ran turned his head in confusion.
“Why do you say that?”
A girl covered her mouth and giggled, “Because all your shots are of him.”
Xie Ran felt that sentence was highly ambiguous.
He strongly suspected that the other person had forgotten to add a possessive particle at the end of it.
He wanted to refute it, but didn’t know where to begin.
In the eyes of the few girls behind him, this posture turned into a silent version of bashful shyness.
They hurriedly pulled out their phones, fished out the thread titled [Aloof X and Pretty R] on the Beijing University forum, and contributed their comments:
[Came to the gymnasium to watch aloof X play basketball today, never expected pretty R would sit right in front of us! (Seen up close, pretty R is truly exquisitely handsome.) And their relationship with each other is genuinely super good! Pretty R’s camera was aimed at aloof X the entire time. Sob sob, aren’t they roommates too? Looks like the two of them have an exceptionally good dynamic.]
[Brother, you smell so good.jpg]
[What’s wrong with taking photos of your own buddy?]
[To be 100 percent honest, if the two of them aren’t real, I’m fake.]
[This thread’s popularity is seriously so high. I’m new here, I want to ask who aloof X is?]
[Replying to the floor above, giving you a hint: chemistry department.]
[Some people look proper and serious on the surface, but in private back at the dorm, they definitely pull pretty R’s waist and pin him against the desk, cold and thin lips pressing against those fair, soft, and smooth earlobes, leaving a scorching and ambiguous kiss, their raspy breath articulating clearly: “Baby, the other roommates aren’t here today, shouldn’t we fulfill our brotherly obligation, hmm?”]
[Ah, I’m dying! I want to let out a prairie dog scream!]
[Ahhhhhh!]
[Ahhhhhh +N!]
[Alright sisters, the newest chapter of their fanfiction short story has already been posted on Huashi, everyone head over to take a look.]
At the bottom was even a link.
The few girls sitting behind Xie Ran subconsciously dimmed their phone screen brightness and excitedly clicked on the treasure trove link.
The main characters themselves were sitting right in front of them, snapping photos like crazy of the other main star.
Xie Ran didn’t mean anything by it; taking pictures of Jiang Xu was simply because the other person was the most dazzling existence on the court.
The young man’s cold, fair, and handsome face revealed sharp, defined contours, and his distinct black-and-white eyes looked like an ink painting.
His high nose bridge and gracefully curved lips all radiated wild, untamed arrogance and nobility.
His back was straight, and his stride was brisk.
Every gesture of his exuded a casual, effortless cool.
Every single frame of his movements flowed like clouds and water, brimming with a uniquely intoxicating vibe.
No wonder people from other universities loved running over to catch a glimpse of Jiang Xu.
That face sculpted by the goddess Nüwa and the aura radiating from his entire body made even Xie Ran himself feel dizzy just looking at him.
Mid-game intermission.
Wang Dazhuang trotted all the way over to Xie Ran and held out his hands, “Xiao Ran, water.”
Xie Ran placed the camera on his lap, took a bottle of mineral water out of the plastic bag beside him, and handed it over.
“Here.”
Wang Dazhuang beamed from ear to ear, “Good thing I’ve got you.”
Before unscrewing the bottle cap, he held the mineral water high up in the air and brandished it toward his friends to show off.
Xie Ran had grown up playing with Wang Dazhuang, and he knew his childhood friend’s childish side like the back of his hand.
It was nothing more than the possessiveness between friends.
“If I’d known, I would’ve bought water for your friends too.”
“It’s still not too late for me to go buy some now.”
Wang Dazhuang tilted his head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls of water, uninhibitedly wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No need,” he screwed the cap back on tight, “they brought their own.”
With that, he pointed at the other bottles in Xie Ran’s plastic bag, “Besides, didn’t you buy quite a few?”
Only then did Xie Ran remember that the rest of these were bought for Jiang Xu.
“Almost forgot.”
“I just bought this for Jiang Xu along the way.”
With that, he raised his eyes to search for Jiang Xu’s figure on the basketball court, only to see the latter sitting at the front of the spectator stands holding a drink in deep thought.
Behind him, He Ruizhe was gesticulating wildly, occasionally making a shooting motion.
Xie Ran fell into contemplation.
A question suddenly leaped into his mind:
Could Jiang Xu possibly know He Ruizhe?