Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 92 - 93: Forced Cohabitation (Thirty-Seven)
"Mr. Ji has arrived." πππππ¨π²πππ¨π―ππ.ππΌπΊ
Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed excitedly.
Then, pairs of eyes, one after another, all uniformly turned towards the entrance of the basketball court.
The tall man, wearing a No. 8 white jersey, was at the end of the team and seemed out of place compared to the other teachers, both in age and aura.
Noticing he was being watched, he slowly moved his gaze away from the crowd, from the girlβs radiant smiling face.
While walking, he bowed his head to adjust the wristband on his wrist, and during that moment of bowing, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
On his usually cold face, a smile bloomed like spring flowers, making even his steps more joyful.
"So handsome."
"How can someone be so handsome and look so young? He doesnβt seem like a teacher at allβmore like a student, so sunny."
"What should I do, my heart feels like itβs stopped."
The scene was comparable to fans at an airport welcoming an idol, and the girls could hardly control their excited emotions, wishing they could throw themselves at the handsome and affluent Mr. Ji.
Their gazes followed Ji Chicheng, hearts practically popping out of their eyes.
Yang Danning frowned as she scanned around with hostility in her eyes.
"These people are fantasizing about my Chicheng right in front of me. Itβs infuriating, βa bunch of fan girls.β"
Ji Anning looked disdainfully from the corner of her eyes.
As if she wasnβt here for Ji Chicheng herself.
"Anning, how can your uncle be so handsome?" Yang Danning suddenly reached out, grabbed Ji Anningβs arm, and stared at Ji Chicheng with a lovestruck face.
He was discussing tactics with a few other teachers.
The white jersey contrasted against his fair skin, masculine and sunny, yet that noble, indifferent temperament of his remained.
Occasionally, when he smiled, it was charming as a blooming flower.
Ji Anning rested her elbows on her knees, hands propping up her cheeks, watching Ji Chicheng, and bits and pieces of memories played in her mind like an old movie.
Her gaze gradually became blurry.
Yang Danning continued, fan girling in her ear as she watched Ji Chicheng.
"Being so handsome, Iβd probably never sleep if I was holding him. I can never get enough of looking at him, how could I dare close my eyes?"
Ji Anning was speechless, her mouth twitching silently a couple of times, then she threw a disdainful glance at Yang Danning.
But Yang Danningβs expression suddenly became serious, "Anning, I really like him. From the first time I saw him play basketball, my heart skipped a beat."
Ji Anning turned serious too, she looked at Yang Danning with a worried expression, "You know, he... isnβt that easy to handle, Iβm afraid you..."
Her voice trailed off, she lowered her head and questioned herself, what right did she have to advise Danning?
Just because her mind had always been clear? Just because she could see through it all? Just because she could keep herself tucked inside her shell?
Ji Anning didnβt finish her sentence, but Yang Danning was full of confidence, determined, "No matter how hard it is, I must win him over."
Anning pressed her lips tightly together, nodding slightly to her, "As long as you can pick it up and let it go."
Having the courage to chase what one loves isnβt a privilege everyone possesses, so she couldnβt stop Danning from trying to win him over.
The game had already started, with more female spectators than males. Almost half of the schoolgirls were there, poor boys, those who wanted to watch could only stand in the corners.
Shouts and screams were incessant, it felt less like a basketball game and more like Ji Chichengβs personal show.
Everyone was there for him; regardless of whether he scored or not, as long as the ball was in his hands, the scene erupted.
