My Dreamy Old Husband

The family of three began their dinner. As they ate, Michael couldn’t resist asking her about the match earlier. “You liked basketball in high school?”

Sophia scratched her head sheepishly. “I was point guard on the girls’ basketball team then.”

The girls’ basketball team at Riverdale High School had never been strong during her time there. They would always get trounced in inter-school competitions. It wasn’t until Sophia joined the team that they began to seem less pathetic. At the very least, they weren’t the bottom of the barrel anymore.

Michael didn’t ask her who she played with back then. Who hadn’t accidentally fed a delusional person in their youth? Who could guarantee that they hadn’t fallen for a jerk or two when they were younger?

Two days later, the basketball match between the School of Computer Science and the School of Financial Management was officially held. Compared to the women’s basketball match that no one cared about, the audience numbers here were clearly greater. Although the match would start at three in the afternoon, the audience had filled all the seats by two. To top it off, it was the final round of the men’s basketball tournament in the winter sports festival on this day. The teams that would be stepping to the court later were the strongest out of over ten elimination matches. These were the strongest teams other than the School of Athletics anyway.

Other than students from both schools, scores of fangirls filled the stands.

The School of Financial Management’s team had Richard Harper. With his status as a top student and the scion of the Harper Family, he was truly a man out of fantasy. Despite being engaged, that didn’t dampen his fangirls’ passionate support toward him. His fans were a wall that took up around a quarter of the stands. The School of Financial Management was filled with lots of good-looking and rich guys, so they had especially many female fans.

At any rate, the School of Computer Science had a paltry number of fans; true indeed, the rich would go for luxury while the losers would go for computers. The School of Financial Management had scores of hot guys, while the School of Computer Science was filled with gamer geeks and losers. The number of girls in their school wasn’t enough to even form a bare-bones cheerleading team.

Fortunately for them, they had Stanley Fletcher in their ranks and was able to draw some fangirls over. They modified the light-up board that they had used for Sophia a few days ago by swapping the name out, and it was now a board for Stanley.

The competitors did their warm-ups on the court prior to the start of the match. These attractive basketball players shuttled back and forth across the court, their youthfulness shining through the spray of their sweat. Just these warm-up exercises alone was enough to make one’s blood heat up, especially when Richard Harper on the School of Financial Management’s main basketball team. He was immediately showered with enthusiastic cheers from the fangirls.

Richard found Xyla in the stands with a casual scan of the crowd. Xyla wasn’t screaming madly or cheering like the rest of the fangirls. She simply sat there sweetly, but she was even prettier than anyone else.

The crowd of girls were jealous and mutinous, but there was nothing they could do about

continued to rove over the crowd. However, he couldn’t find Sophia. Had she been delayed

sit by the heater and eat ice cream when Stanley stopped them by

my match today? How

Stanley in his athletic wear. “I’m not going to watch you duke it out with

for it with the boy in his arms. “I’ll

him in fury. Stanley only returned Nathan once she had entered the basketball stadium. “You’re not

Nathan, but the stands were filled, and she had no

“Sophia, here! Over here!”

the e-sports club waved at Sophia. As Stanley’s loyal fans, they had come

hers and sat down. These were

she had come to cheer

her. She was so disgusted that she wanted to leave, but Nathan seemed to be very interested in this; he was watching seriously while draped over the bars

about to face each other. Both Stanley and Richard stood across each other as players on the main teams, with the mid-court line separating them. Stanley spun the ball in his hand

truly had no idea how

condescending gaze. Noting the sportswear and shoes that were from some third-rate manufacturer that he wore and the air that a fat nerd would have oozing from

today, you will leave her.” He said that with absolute seriousness as he

had heard the joke of the century. “Fine, but if I win, you will

between Sophia’s ex-boyfriend and

finished their speeches. With their showdown done, they looked at Sophia in the stands at