Leon Batton lifted the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Woah! Did you see that? I think he has eight-pack abs!"

"Oh my god! How can I be this lucky? My classmate who sits next to me requested to skip this lesson. It's a huge loss for her!"

"Ahh, he's so cool! He's just like the male lead of an idol drama!"

"No, Leon looks even better than all the male idols in existence!"

***

All the female students watching in the audience were going crazy and screaming.

Several male students looked down at their own bellies and sheepishly pulled down their shirts even more.

"Eight-pack abs?" Hannah Roland murmured to herself.

She was sitting in the furthest corner away from Leon, so she had to really strain to catch a glimpse of him.

The coach attempted to challenge Leon since he played so well, so he approached him. "Leon, why don't we have a friendly match?"

Leon nodded, not wanting to turn the coach down. After all, he was his teacher, and he didn't want to be rude. Besides, it was a little boring to play on his own.

The coach began warming up while the other students gathered around the basketball court.

The friendly match between them had garnered a lot of attention suddenly.

Even the other male students who were practicing came closer to observe them.

As soon as the referee tossed the ball into the air, Coach leaped up and was about to touch it when Leon made his move. To his surprise, the student was even faster than him. Leon managed to snatch the ball in the end and swiftly navigated his way to the three-point line. He took the shot, and it went in.

Girls in the audience erupted into thunderous applause for him, while Hannah peeked over at him and clapped along.

"Woah! He's crazy talented, isn't he? Even a trained coach couldn't beat him. Leon is good enough to be on the national team!" "Amazing! He's even better at basketball than our coach. How awesome is this guy? I feel like he's perfect in every way!" "Sigh. Who's the lucky girl to end up with a person like him?"

***

The girls were all talking about Leon, and Hannah was listening to everything they were saying.

She lowered her head in disappointment when she heard the last question.

'Indeed, Leon was such a desirable man. What kind of woman deserved someone like him?' She couldn't think of an answer to her own

question, but she knew one thing; Cinderella's fairytale might not

happen in reality.

A commoner like her would never get close to Leon.

He was way beyond her league.

Even if she couldn't have him to herself, she would do her best to simply be closer to him.

The coach lost the first shot to Leon.

Leon managed to snatch the ball again after the referee tossed the ball the second time. The coach hastily ran after him and went into a defensive stance.

He smiled confidently then. Bending forward slightly, he dribbled the ball in various directions in quick

evely

successions while looking for an opportunity to get past the coach.

He sped up unexpectedly, changing directions between left and right so that Coach couldn't keep up. Managing to evade him, Leon directly ran up to the hoop and went for the shot with a graceful leap. The ball moved in a graceful arch before going directly through the hoop.

Leon grinned triumphantly after making the shot, his gaze drawn subconsciously in another direction. Hannah's pupils contracted as she instantly avoided his gaze by jerking her head back.

Was she imagining things?

Why did it feel as if Leon was looking at her when he made the shot?

Did it happen only in her imagination?

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