The naive boy stared at the scantily clad, blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheerleaders just a few steps away, his heart pounding fiercely.
The one closest to him kept winking at him, which made him lower his head in shyness.
'Her teeth are so white.'
Zheng Zhun was so distracted he didn't even hear what the announcer was saying.
Of course, he wouldn't have understood it anyway.
Back in the Capital, Chen Yu had arranged for them to have English lessons, but even now, his skills were barely at the level of "nod for yes, shake for no, come is come, go is go."
But when the basketball was passed to him, Zheng Zhun knew what he had to do.
From the sidelines, many spectators were applauding encouragingly.
The other kids who came with him were hooting and hollering, and Zhang Peng even stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp, piercing whistle.
Zheng Zhun took a deep breath, took a few running steps, and shot the ball.
