Chapter 3 — From One Article to A Life Together

She stared at me for two seconds, then suddenly got serious: "Seriously, Pho Ha, you're so beautiful, why do you keep your face bare all the time? Just wearing light makeup would crush that beauty girl to death!" I quickly covered her mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to be famous."

“Whoa, pretending to be noble.”

Cao Diem pouted, stared back at the field, then suddenly shouted excitedly: "Never mind! I have to cheer for my boyfriend first!"

“Your boyfriend?”

“He he, that's a couple, they're on the other team.”

Cao Diem felt embarrassed: "Do you want to know the taste of love?" I shook my head like crazy. The match started, the football field was in complete chaos. Cao Diem next to him shouted hoarsely: "Defeat Luc Chien! Come on, my dear! Defeat capitalism!" There were all Luc Chien fans around. Hearing that, they immediately threw eyes like daggers. Even the players on the field turned to look. The guy named Luc Chien also turned his head. We stood right under the basket, extremely close distance. Even without glasses, I could still see his impressive face clearly. Five senses are sharp, eyes are sharp. Having just finished exercising, sweat was still beading on his body, his throat was rising and falling with his breathing. The wet black jersey clung to his body, vaguely revealing his strong muscles. He is very tall, about nine feet tall. Right now he was frowning, his expression fierce as if he wanted to devour someone alive. The ball rolled right towards our feet. Luc Chien walked over to pick up the ball, his eyes nonchalantly scanning the stands. Until my eyes meet mine. He suddenly stopped. Eyes filled with murderous intent suddenly widened like bronze bells. The whole person seemed to turn to stone, as if he had just seen... a ghost. 6 The air in that moment seemed to freeze. The noisy sound around suddenly seemed like someone pressed the mute button. I looked at Luc Chien, Luc Chien looked at me. The ball in his hand made a "pop" sound and fell to the ground, rolling right in front of my feet. He didn't pick it up. Those eyes that were just now filled with murderous intent, as if they wanted to tear Duong Tuan apart, were now fixed firmly on my face, as if they were looking until my face bloomed into a flower. Cao Diem next to me was still excitedly pinching my thigh: "Ha Ha, look! Luc Chien is looking over here! Oh my god, he's looking at me! Are you moved by my enthusiasm?!" I twisted my mouth in pain, silently screaming in my heart: sister, wake up, his eyes didn't look like he was touched, it looked like he was about to eat someone. I want to run. Really. But his feet were as soft as noodles and did not listen to instructions. Just as I was thinking about whether or not I should pretend to faint, Luc Chien... moved. Step by step, he approached me. The closer they got, the more the surrounding girls couldn't help but squeal softly. I unconsciously took half a step back, my back hitting the iron fence behind me. Done. This is what is called "fish in a trap", right? Duong Tuan is a scammer! Where did you say "don't hit girls"? Looking at this, I see that it is entirely possible for him to punch me and send me to the ICU. Luc Chien stopped in front of me. He was so tall, his shadow covered my entire body. The strong smell of hormones mixed with a light mint scent hits, making people breathless. I swallowed my saliva and decided to strike first to gain some leniency.

“That... if I say, I'm here to apologize for Duong Tuan, you can... don't do anything Are not?"

The voice was a bit shaky, not sounding at all energetic. Luc Chien paused. It seemed like he had just come back to his senses, his throat rolled up violently, and his cold face turned red? I blinked, thinking I was mistaken. The next second, he suddenly turned his head, clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed softly, his voice hoarse as if he was stuck on something:

“Who... who said I wanted to take action?”

Huh? Who was it on the post yesterday that threatened to beat and kill us and wanted to bury us two sisters alive? I cautiously asked: "So... you...?" Luc Chien turned his head, his eyes avoided, not daring to look directly at me. He pointed to the ball on the ground, his voice stiff: "The ball... the ball fell." I looked down at the ball at my feet, quickly bent down to pick it up and gave it to him: "It's... mine." The finger accidentally touched the back of his hand. Incredibly hot. Luc Chien felt like he was electrocuted, he immediately jerked his hand back, the ball almost dropped again. He awkwardly hugged the ball to his chest, his ears were red as if they were about to drip blood.

"Um..." He took a deep breath, seemingly trying to maintain his "cold big brother" image, but his eyes kept glancing at me uncontrollably.

“Are you... that pervert's older sister?”

I nodded stiffly: "Brother, real goods at real prices." Luc Chien was silent for two seconds. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone, his fingers flying quickly across the screen. Ting. My phone vibrated. It was the notification sound of the person I specifically set to follow. I secretly glanced and discovered that the hot post had been updated again. OP: 【Everyone, I can't stand it anymore. It turns out there really are people in this world who are as beautiful as photoshopped photos.】 Comments exploded in the blink of an eye. 【??? Was this article hacked?】 【Really?! Have we met in person? Really so beautiful?】 【Where is the picture? There is no picture, that's a lie!】 Luc Chien put away his phone, looked at me again, his expression was extremely... strange. There's a little bit of regret, a little bit of shyness, and even... excitement?

“Well,” he scratched his head, his domineering coolness completely disappearing, looking like an elementary school student who had just fallen in love, “The sun is very hot outside, it's easy to get dark skin. Go over there under the shade of the tree and sit."

Me: “Huh?”

“What the heck!” He suddenly shouted, his voice harsh.

Then, as if realizing that he had said something wrong, he immediately lowered his voice and mumbled an additional sentence: "I mean... girls with dark skin are not beautiful." Having finished speaking, without waiting for me to answer, he turned and ran straight towards the football field. Running was like running away, both arms and legs were frantic. As soon as he returned to the field, his teammates immediately passed the ball to him. Luc Chien caught the ball, jumped, and threw the basket. The movements are as smooth as flowing water, breathtakingly beautiful. It's just a pity that—— The ball didn't go into the basket. It didn't even touch the rim, it flew straight out onto the field, hitting the audience seats. The whole yard was silent. Luc Chien maintained his throwing position, stiff as a statue. I swear, I really saw it clearly — he was trying to apparate.