After returning to her room, Su Xiyan found that her face felt a bit flushed.
She couldn't believe that she would also have a day when her face would turn red.
Fortunately, Chen Shuo didn't notice her embarrassing state just now, which was a blessing in disguise.
Su Xiyan encouraged herself in her heart: Since Chen Shuo is just for practicing, why get so flustered?
Su Xiyan recalled that scene just now when she unintentionally sat on Chen Shuo's lap.
It was so embarrassing and inappropriate!
Su Xiyan lay on the bed, burying herself in the soft blanket, waving her small fists and punching the pillow twice.
Too much! How could she lose her composure in front of Chen Shuo?
It seems she still needs her best friend Cheng Xinran's guide on flirting.
Opening her laptop, Su Xiyan carefully read through the files on the USB drive.
Cheng Xinran's experience, plus Su Xiyan's own judgment.
She decided to start implementing the next step - doing things with Chen Shuo that only couples would do.
On the weekend, it was the scheduled day for a big clean-up.
Chen Shuo had already prepared the things he needed for basketball early, and was ready to clean.
Thinking about finishing the cleaning quickly, so he could go play basketball.
Since Chen Shuo moved in, he had basically cleaned up the house casually, so when it came to the weekend big clean-up, there wasn't really much to tidy up.
After sweeping the kitchen and living room, Chen Shuo also loosened the soil, fertilized, and watered the flowers on the balcony. Looking at the lush flowers, Chen Shuo's mood became very pleasant.
The last thing to clean up was Su Xiyan's bedroom.
Chen Shuo came to Su Xiyan's room door and gently knocked.
Su Xiyan's melodious voice came from inside: "Come in!"
"I'm here to clean up, and after I finish, I'll go play basketball."
Su Xiyan nodded to indicate agreement: "Okay, go ahead."
While mopping the floor, Chen Shuo expressed his doubts: "You won't call me back again, will you?"
"If there's anything else to do besides cleaning the room, you can tell me in advance."
"Don't be like last time when I was happily playing basketball, and you interrupted me with a call."
Sitting on a small sofa, Su Xiyan flipped through a book in her hand without looking up: "I say I won't, I won't. Believe it or not."
Chen Shuo thought about it and didn't ask further.
The most difficult thing to clean in Su Xiyan's room was the wardrobe, which was filled with all kinds of clothes that were piled together haphazardly every time.
But today, when Chen Shuo opened the wardrobe, he felt very surprised.
Su Xiyan's wardrobe was neatly arranged, with clothes classified and not messed up at all, as if they had just been tidied.
Chen Shuo opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief: "...Did you tidy it yourself?"
Su Xiyan's voice was still lazy, without lifting her head: "Yeah!"
"I just tidied it up casually when I was in a good mood."
"Isn't it normal for a girl to arrange her own wardrobe? What's so surprising?"
This turned the question back to Chen Shuo.
Chen Shuo looked at Su Xiyan and replied: "It's quite normal for other girls, but not at all normal for you."
Hearing this, Su Xiyan snapped her book shut with a thud.
"Do you still want to go play basketball?!"
"If you want to go, then shut up!"
Before Su Xiyan finished her words, Chen Shuo had already vanished, as if he was afraid she would change her mind.
Listening to the sound of the door closing, a confident smile appeared on Su Xiyan's lips.
On the basketball court of Southern University, Chen Shuo was sweating and cooperating very well with his teammates.
Receiving the basketball passed by his teammate, he quickly dribbled, charging straight to the opponent's basket.
Seizing the opportunity, Chen Shuo made another standard fade-away jump shot.
The basketball flew from his hands, drawing a perfect arc in the air!
With a swoosh, it went straight into the basket.
The ball went in, another two points.
Chen Shuo was still immersed in the joy of basketball, not knowing that another person had appeared on the sidelines of the court.
Su Xiyan had changed into a white dress, baring her long, fair, slender legs, wearing white sneakers, and walking gracefully toward the basketball court.
In her hand, she also carried a bag of snacks and drinks.
Su Xiyan was like the moon in the sky, radiating a glow wherever she went, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
The surrounding students couldn't help but turn their gaze to Su Xiyan, and the male students in particular were dazzled.
Their attention was no longer on the exciting basketball match on the court, but followed Su Xiyan's steps until she stopped at the edge of the basketball court.
Su Xiyan's clear eyes, with a cold gaze like ice and snow, were searching for something on the basketball court.
This outdoor basketball court at Southern University was a large open space divided into several courts, with many students playing at the same time.
Su Xiyan's gaze searched among the numerous students playing basketball, seemingly looking for a particular person.
The surrounding spectators whispered among themselves:
"The school beauty of Southern University actually likes watching basketball too?"
"At the school beauty's height, not to mention liking to watch basketball, even if she wants to play basketball herself, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Such a tall figure, it's a waste if she doesn't play basketball!"
"Don't just flatter the school beauty, quickly guess who the school beauty is here to find?"
"I don't know! Everyone playing basketball on the court is male."
One student was more perceptive: "What if the school beauty is here to find Chen Shuo?"
Those around had a realization: "That makes sense!"
"I heard from the fencing club that the school beauty and Chen Shuo had a cozy atmosphere when training together, and the school beauty was also very gentle and had a great temperament when training with Chen Shuo!"
"I also heard that after the fencing competition, the school beauty specifically mentioned Chen Shuo's name and praised him!"
"Unfortunately, that stinky little brat Chen Shuo didn't even reply to her!"
"How rude!"
...
Su Xiyan listened to the whispers around her but didn't take them to heart.
Many girls had also gathered on the sidelines.
After all, many girls' ideal Prince Charming was a tall and slender athletic guy who could play basketball.
Such guys have an innate attraction for girls.
Not to mention Chen Shuo, who was also quite handsome.
Su Xiyan's gaze swept over the surrounding girls and found that several girls' eyes followed Chen Shuo's movements.
He's mine, you can look, but that's all!
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