Shi Su understood his reminder, raised his hand and made a "yesir" gesture on his head, while looking at the props team mbers moving things outside the villa.
"You guys playing basketball in the afternoon will surely look great, but we’ll be playing volleyball on the other side, and I probably won’t be able to watch you play basketball." Shi Su felt a bit regretful.
Jing Jihan glanced at her, raised his hand, and casually brushed her hair as if unintentionally. His eyes fell on her gaze filled with anticipation and regret, "Want to watch?"
Shi Su’s eyes brightened instantly, "Of course."
His handso eyebrows moved slightly, "You should have never seen play these, how do you know I can?"
Shi Su imdiately raised her brows, "Mianmian has had athletic talent since she was young, but my athletic talent is pretty average, so who do you think she inherited it from?"
Speaking of which, she stealthily tugged lightly at the corner of his T-shirt, leaned into his arms, and whispered, "Once when you hadn’t returned from the company yet, while everyone was having dinner, Mr. Jing and Jing Luozhou ntioned your childhood, saying that although you didn’t have much ti to run around with those teenage boys, you always participated in those school basketball tournants. Apparently, even back then, you were often surrounded by little girls offering you water and towels. If you didn’t play basketball, how could you participate in those matches?"
Jing Jihan looked down into Shi Su’s eyes, a subtle curve on his lips, clearly noticing the anticipation and curiosity in the little woman’s eyes.
Shi Su has seen many sides of him, so many different sides.
But indeed, she has never seen this side of him.
The youthful vigor of his teenage years, before family responsibilities weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Day in and day out, seated in skyscrapers, wandering between eting rooms and high-level negotiation rooms across countries. Mr. Jing’s identity is both responsibility and shackles, as if it has beco a fixed persona for him, unlike what they have in the entertainnt industry, yet sothing that must be ingrained deeply in his heart.
"I’ll satisfy you." Jing Jihan brushed her hair again, "Later when we’re playing, you might want to take a few steps less, exit early, and co bring water and towels."
"Alright!"
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In the afternoon, two ga fields were already set up along the beach.
The volleyball court for the female guests was easier to arrange, while the basketball court had undergone more than an hour of preparation by the staff and was ready with all the hoop stands in place.
Lin Xu was in changed clothes and sneakers, stretching on the beach, and upon hearing the director say everyone was there, he looked back to see that mbers of Hao Jin’s team had also arrived. He laughed while continuing to stretch his wrists and said, "It actually looks like sothing real."
At the sa ti, he looked at Liu Guochun who was also dressed, "Guochun, when we really get playing, I might not be that careful. You should dodge to avoid getting hurt by my heavy hands and feet."
Liu Guochun sighed and laughed at the exuberant young man without saying much.
Lin Xu looked over at Jing Jihan but didn’t say anything, just politely but with a hint of reluctance, glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze, fixing it directly on Hao Jin’s face, "Give it your best, brother."
Hao Jin sneered, "You better stop flaunting. Luo Fang and Wei Sinan aren’t bothering to join up with you, your team doesn’t even have team spirit, don’t you realize that?"
"As long as we can beat you guys, who needs team spirit?" Lin Xu took the ball and patted it a few tis, trying out the feel of playing on the sand, finding it not as smooth as usual, but still manageable.
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