Suddenly, Chu Ge turned his head and smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Chu Ge sat by the bed watching Mu Bingtong sleeping and unknowingly laughed out loud. This girl must be dreaming about something good again, right?

Early in the morning, Chu Ge parked his car at the door. Seeing that work time was approaching, yet Mu Bingtong was nowhere to be seen, he remembered he had a key to her upstairs. So he went up and found Mu Bingtong still asleep.

After taking a look at the room’s arrangement, he walked into the kitchen. He hadn’t had breakfast either, intending to take her out to eat, but now it seemed unlikely. A simple bowl of noodles was soon ready.

When Mu Bingtong woke up, she saw Chu Ge busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron.

She was a bit stunned, "You can cook?"

Chu Ge turned around and saw Mu Bingtong with her hair down, lazily leaning against the door. He slightly curled his lips, "It’ll be ready soon, go freshen up first."

Mu Bingtong acknowledged but didn’t move, looking at him with an indescribable look. Chu Ge saw her standing still and curiously asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, it just feels like everything’s happening too suddenly."

Chu Ge smiled slightly, "There’s nothing sudden, everything is happening as planned."

"What do you mean?" Mu Bingtong was puzzled.

"Alright, you should go wash up now."

Mu Bingtong shrugged when he didn’t answer, "Okay, I’ll go freshen up then."

In the bathroom, Mu Bingtong looked at herself in the mirror, her mind replaying the recent events. From suddenly meeting Chu Ge to him having her sign a contract, to today, everything feels like a dream.

As Mu Bingtong thought, she recalled when they first met in college...

"To investigate the white-clothed young man from back then, I’ve decided to infiltrate the enemy! Sign up for the basketball team!"

"Are you crazy? Basketball," Fang Lan was startled by her words, but her last sentence choked her up, "But you’re not human, I believe you can do it."

"Hey, hey, Fang Lan, what do you mean I’m not human? I’m just like you, I have what you have," Mu Bingtong stood up unyieldingly, hands on hips, and shouted.

"Are you sure?" Fang Lan glared at a certain part of her body, "Okay, let’s just say it’s shrunk, or maybe you’re still in puberty? Hey, hey... don’t hit me, I’m complimenting you, can’t you tell? Basketball, basketball, anyway, the most girls on the field are not interested in really watching the game, and you’re like a monk who started halfway."

A monk who started halfway?

"I’m not a monk," ignoring her, she randomly collapsed onto the bed. Oh, it felt so comfortable after a day of Taekwondo practice. The annoying part was the coach actually... actually made her the captain of the freshmen kids!

Alright, although she was one of the freshmen kids too.

It’s a society that judges by appearances, coach. Look at her, not all five facial features are aligned, that smile revealing the talisman scares off younger boys and girls. After pleading with the coach all afternoon, he just rolled his eyes and left...

She was seething inside.

"You’re not a monk, just a nun, what’s the difference?" Fang Lan teased, really can’t go a day without joking! Sister held it in!

"Are you sure you really want to sign up for the basketball team?" Fang Lan asked again.

"Of course." For her prince charming, she’d do anything.

"Do you know who the current captain of the basketball team is?" Fang Lan’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her.

"..." Shaking her head.

"Didn’t you go investigate your prince charming? How come you don’t know who the current captain is?"

"I only asked who led the team back when they came to my high school to play, I didn’t ask who the current captain is. Besides, the current captain doesn’t seem related to me," she was still infatuated with her white-clothed young man.

"Chu Ge, a top student in the finance department, junior year, basketball team captain. It’s said that since the second half of his sophomore year, he’s been the captain, seemed he was once a captain in freshman year as well, just don’t know why he left the team then, only to return as captain in sophomore year..."

Fang Lan continued to speak, but she didn’t hear the rest clearly, her thoughts froze. He was once a captain in freshman year too? Her sharp instincts told her, this Chu Ge must be related to her white-clothed young man from back then. Maybe he knew the inside story?!

She’s even more determined to join the basketball team!

"I can take the chance to come watch you practice!" Fang Lan exclaimed with a lovesick expression.

"Thank you for your kind gesture, someone is interested in other things too."

"I can buy you drinks and even give you massages!"

"That’s more like it, reluctantly agreeing, now Little Cutie, accompany me to inspect the basketball team’s situation!"

Dragging Fang Lan sneakily to the basketball team’s main battlefield, eavesdropping at the door on the sounds from inside the basketball court.

"Why are we sneaking around?" Fang Lan, caught in the atmosphere, didn’t dare to speak loudly and whispered instead.

"Right, I’m here to sign up, not to steal." Straightening her back from leaning against the door, she took a deep breath and swaggered in.

The gym was bustling with activity, and no one noticed them. In the vast basketball court, echoes of "Pass the ball! Pass the ball!" filled the air.

Mu Bingtong was also infected by the tense atmosphere inside, her nerves tensed up, swallowed hard, and noticed Fang Lan beside her even more nervous, hiding directly behind her. She moved quickly, stepping over to the coach’s side, glancing around, spotting a few people in basketball jerseys watching on the sidelines, occasionally directing the players, "Go for the three-pointer", "Shoot", surveying a sweeping glance before focusing on a young man in a white jersey across the court, it’s him! Yes, exactly him!

That young man in white, after years, although much taller, his appearance hadn’t changed much, recognized him with just one look, truly didn’t know from whom he inherited such genes, a vivid, handsome face surfaced in her mind. Although now slightly nearsighted, unable to see the facial features clearly, she was sure he was the one she was looking for.

Excited, Mu Bingtong grabbed Fang Lan’s hand, pointing at the young man in white jersey and shouted, "It’s him, it’s him, it’s him."

The game inside didn’t stop because of her shouting, nor did the white-clothed young man glance their way, his gaze following the basketball intently, that focused expression, it must be him!

"Who are you?" The coach beside them, even with poor hearing, couldn’t miss such an excited shout.

Fang Lan tugged her arm, indicating she overdid it a bit, realizing the coach was standing right there, instantly zipped her lips, turning to look at him with a cute expression.

Fang Lan widened her eyes, not believing how fast her face-changing was.