My Dreamy Old Husband

The announcer was very professional as he rattled off his commentary. “Number 5 of the School of Financial Management, Richard Harper, has taken the ball. Oh, it’s in! A perfect dunk with a three-step! Number 5’s jumping skills are jaw-dropping!

The School of Computer Science is now behind by two points. We can see that they’ve begun upping the ante. Look at Number 7 now. Number 7, Stanley Fletcher has gotten the ball and shot a five-pointer! And the ball’s in! The School of Computer Science has taken the lead by a point for now!”

The commentator got even more excited. “Number 5 has possession of the ball. Number 7 is dogging him relentlessly. Oh, he nearly got it. The ball is still with Number 5. Keep it up, number 5! And Number 5 got rudely cut off by Number 7 while he’s about to dunk. That’s truly tragic!”

Sophia watched the tense tug-of-war between both teams, her heart slowly lightening as she did. Who would have thought that Stanley really had it in him? He was going toe-to-toe with Richard!

Stanley had only just stepped off the court when Nathan came zooming down to him with some water. The boy’s usual aloofness was nowhere to be seen. Right now, he was rather warm and receptive.

“Hey, Nate!” Stanley’s hands were dirty, so he didn’t move to pat the boy. He simply took the bottle from Nathan and took a few sips before calling over his teammates to discuss strategy. All of a sudden, one of the players came hobbling over.

“Captain, sorry about this, but my leg’s injured. I’ll need to go to the infirmary.”

Stanley eyed the player’s red and throbbing ankle. “Go ahead.”

The player hobbled off with someone helping him. Stanley’s bag suddenly vibrated in his bag, indicating he had been Venmo-ed a huge sum of money.

Now that they were down a player, Stanley needed to hurry up and find a replacement. When he checked, however, he found out that none of the three substitutes were there for some reason. After some asking around, Stanley found out that the substitute players had left earlier due to emergencies. One of them had stated that his girlfriend was throwing another fit, while another said that his father was in an accident. The last one had a sudden case of appendicitis and was currently undergoing surgery in hospital.

Seeing how his own team only had four players, Stanley hastily phoned everywhere looking for replacements. “Hi, where are you, Sandy? What? You’re back in your hometown and are currently lying on your bed?”

He tried his luck with another person. “Rooster, where you at? Wait, what? Why are you at a motel during the day? And in some rural area too?”

“Hey, Mitch…”

still wasn’t able to find anyone after a round of phone calls. If they hadn’t returned to their hometowns, they were out having fun during their vacation. Stanley had no other choice left. He had to go to the audience stands and just grab someone. Otherwise, they wouldn’t

when she

explained the situation briefly as he went hunting for potential players. Sophia reflexively glanced at Richard to see that he was resting off to the side, slender

seemed to click for

rang. He pulled it out to see that it was a name that he never expected to see.

just how they would be able to continue. The School of Computer Science was lacking in everything except for their abundance in losers, especially those who lacked money. The School of Financial Management, on the other hand, still

of water and looked at Xyla in the stands before flicking his gaze over to Sophia, who was currently looking in the

no. Her heart was racing again. She just had the feeling that something

replacements, for trailing behind him were two men

when she caught a good look at their faces. Wait, isn’t that Michael and his gay friend, Harry

to come sauntering to this place? Weren’t they megastars? Weren’t they celebrities? Weren’t they supposed to have an entourage of bodyguards wherever they go?

two megastars were just that gutsy. Not only had they sauntered in, they even hurried over to the changing rooms to change into the School of Computer Science’s basketball uniforms. Michael was Number 8 while Harry was Number 6. With Stanley being number 7, they formed a perfect

the majestic and blinding handsomeness that he had when the spotlights were trained on him. His bare face was bared to the world with no other adornments. There was even some scruff on his chin, as though it

his hair was currently a bright unnatural color. He looked absolutely the part of a

in a sports

the looks of things, these two megastars intended to step up to the court

hammered itself all the way up to her throat. Suddenly, she heard people begin to talk. “Hey look. Don’t those two look kinda like Taylor Murray

they look