Another boy slowly emerged from the car.
An air of noble grace surrounded him, as if he were a snow lotus blooming atop a heavenly mountain, untouched by any impurity.
His black hair fluttered in the wind, casting shadows over a face so beautiful it rivaled that of an angel.
His deep purple eyes glistened, as if fragments of a shattered galaxy sparkled within them.
The tips of his black hair, where the sunlight touched, gleamed like golden threads. Even his eyelashes were kissed by the light, dazzling in their beauty.
It felt as though, from the moment he stepped out of the car, the entire campus was enveloped in a flurry of translucent petals.
Floating…
So beautiful…
No matter how many times one saw him, his beauty always left them breathless.
Following her gaze, Ashton’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Avira…” He gently pulled her hand. “Class is starting.”
“Hmm…?”
Avira snapped back to reality, nodded, and followed Ashton toward the classroom building.
Rumor had it that Asake rarely came to school.
Up until last year, he had been studying abroad. Apparently, he had already completed his studies and started managing Boldon Corporation.
That boy carried a burden unimaginable to others.
Which is why she was so surprised.
That stunning boy…
Actually played basketball, and—
Was a force to be reckoned with.
Asake’s gaze swept over her contemplative figure, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Now…
You’re probably wondering why I don’t play, and why I’m here, right?
Just keep thinking about me.
Avira Nassy.
In the first two periods of the morning, the teacher assigned some self-study work before leaving the class.
Avira lay sprawled over her desk, daydreaming.
Her eyes closed slowly a few times, struggling to stay open.
She had noticed that all the other clubs at school were extremely popular…
Music club, dance club, art club, fencing club—even the soccer and tennis clubs had tons of members.
But their basketball club? It consisted of only two people: her and Ashton.
No coach, no captain, no manager, nothing—just the two of them… and it seemed like Ashton didn’t even know how to play basketball.
Whenever people heard about the basketball club, they nearly died laughing, let alone considering joining. None of these spoiled rich kids wanted to risk their pride on a team that always lost.
It seemed that if they didn’t recruit someone influential, the basketball club would never be able to stand on its own.
But the most influential person in the entire school was only one—
Asake Bull.
Although he’d said she could come to him if she wanted cake, she still felt a bit guilty about freeloading like that.
And it wasn’t as if Asake would agree to loan her his butler… such a shame.
Avira stared blankly at the blackboard, her thoughts drifting off to visions of delicious cake.
Bang—suddenly, the classroom door slammed open.
The students gasped in shock as a boy’s voice rang out, “I’m looking for Avira Nassy!”
Avira Nassy blinked, her gaze dazed as she looked toward the door.
A tall, lean figure stood framed in the golden light streaming through the glass.
Red hair glowed brightly where the sunlight touched it, creating a striking halo.
Those graceful lines and shadows played over the boy’s refined features.
His facial structure was flawless, and his proud expression, paired with those red eyes, gave him an air of arrogance. It was as if he didn’t care about anyone around him. The only hint of warmth lay in the faintly rosy hue of his lips, which he pressed into a defiant line.
In short, the boy radiated an overwhelming, commanding presence. His gorgeous eyes were filled with haughty disdain.
This boy…
Exuded a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
The once-quiet classroom erupted into whispers and chatter. “Isn’t that uniform from Sandfield Academy?!”
“What’s someone from Sandfield doing looking for Avira Nassy?”
“Don’t you know? Avira’s amazing at basketball! They say she beat three players by herself at the street court yesterday!”
“Hey!”
The boy impatiently kicked a nearby desk, instantly silencing the room.
“Who is Avira Nassy?”
Perhaps intimidated by the boy’s imposing presence, someone reflexively pointed in her direction.
The boy followed the finger and immediately spotted a small figure in the corner, staring at him with a dazed expression.
Small…?
It wasn’t the most appropriate word to describe a boy, but it was the first that came to his mind.
Her jet-black hair, like polished ink, fluttered slightly in the breeze from the window, strands falling over her dark eyes.
Her pale pink lips were pressed together, and she looked at him with an innocent, confused gaze. She didn’t say a word, but her liquid, shimmering eyes reflected her puzzlement.
Her features were so delicate that, at first glance, anyone would mistake her for a girl dressed in a boy’s uniform. Her beauty blurred the line between genders…
