Chapter 2: Please Confess Your Love to Me(2)

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In order to prepare for the upcoming fitness test, my roommate and I jogged on the field at night. We coincidentally saw Maverick playing basketball.

My roommate sincerely commented that Maverick had really fair skin, which was particularly eye-catching among a group of tanned boys who just came back from boot camp.

I concurred with her opinion. I wouldn't have my head full of bees if he was just an average guy.

Tina encouraged me to take the initiative. After all, one needed to fight for love. I thought it made sense, so I went to the supermarket with a blushed face to buy a bottle of Gatorade and stood next to the basketball court, ready to deliver the beverage to Maverick.

Maverick saw me and asked, "Are you jogging?"

"Yeah, I'm going to undergo a fitness test soon."

"Wait for me."

Before I could understand what he meant, a basketball flew toward my face. Maverick, who was standing beside me, held his hand in front of me in time and steadily grabbed the basketball.