The little blonde sweetheart (Taylor) tilts her head back, eyeing Lin Feng's 198cm "Optimus Prime" height up and down like a curious kitten. Her small hand even unconsciously gestures in mid-air:
"Wow~ You're reeeally taaaall! Hmm… so… who's taller, you or Rudy Gay?"
At the corner of the corridor, the four onlookers' gossip radar instantly kicks into gear!
Long San, completely baffled, scratches his head frantically: "Rudy Gay? Who's that?"
Long Si wears the same confused expression, with visible question marks practically floating above his head: "Rudy? A basketball player? Never heard of him!"
Long Er strokes his chin, straining to tap into his meager basketball knowledge reserve. Finally giving up, he pronounces with a grave look: "Whoever he is! He's definitely not taller than our Brother Lin!"
But!
The little beauty's "physical assessment" isn't over yet!
"Oh!"
A soft, faintly fragrant hand suddenly pokes at the firm, taut bicep on Lin Feng's arm!
"Wow! What great muscles! So hard!"
The little beauty, as if discovering a new continent, prods it curiously again with her fingertips, her exclamation brimming with unreserved admiration.
"And those long legs! Goodness! You must be an amazing athlete, right? Am I right?"
"Boom——!"
Lin Feng feels like he's been tossed into a high-pressure steam boiler! A scalding heat surges from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
Visible to the eye, his neck flushes all the way to his ear tips, even his signature red hair seemingly about to steam, with faint wisps of white vapor hissing from the top of his head!
He freezes like a terracotta warrior stuck in place, hands and feet not knowing where to go, tongue tied in knots, only able to squeeze out a mosquito-like mumble from his throat:
"I… I… I'm okay… just… just average… nothing special…"
(Inner thoughts racing wildly: Ahhh! The goddess touched me! She praised me! I'm dying!)
Watching the guy in front of her—who'd instantly transformed from a 198cm tough guy into a giant, steaming red tomato, flustered to the point of practically smoking—the little beauty (Tay) found it utterly amusing. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, a faint, cute blush blooming on her cheeks.
Clearing her throat, she tilted her head slightly, her big, expressive eyes shining as she looked at Lin Feng—shy, yet earnest in a way that left no room for doubt:
"Hi there, I'm Taylor Swift~"
She paused, the corners of her mouth curving into a sweet, slightly mischievous smile as she leaned forward a little:
"So now… tell me, do you like basketball?"
BOOM——!!!
Lin Feng's head spun, stars dancing in front of his eyes!
HOLY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
It's not just a resemblance?! This blonde, blue-eyed, freckled beauty with legs for days and an otherworldly glow… is actually the Taylor Swift?!
Good god! Earth! Which angel finally took pity and dropped such a huge lucky break right on my head?!
He felt like he wasn't in a college hallway anymore, but standing right in the middle of a koi pond—radiating the aura of an ultra-lucky winner from head to toe!
Taylor! In the flesh! And she's talking to me first! This script's straight out of a wish-fulfillment novel!
Watching the little sweetheart blink those soul-stealing sapphire eyes, waiting with a hint of anticipation for his answer, Lin Feng felt all the blood in his body rush to his face in an instant! His heart was pounding faster than the speed of his fingers when he'd first snuck into a 1080p HD recording of Taylor's concert years ago!
A surge of excitement flooded his cheeks! Lin Feng straightened his 198cm frame in a flash (trying to look more imposing), so worked up that he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking (purely from excitement!)
"I! SUPER! UNIVERSE-LEVEL! LOVE BASKETBALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!"
He even gave his rock-hard chest a hard pat. "BECAUSE—I—AM—AN—ATHLETE!!!"
(Inner monologue: Brag first, worry later! In front of the goddess, can't lose face! Who cares if I'm a basketball novice… I'll pick up the skills later!)
In the dead corner of the corridor, frontline of gossip—
Long Yi, Long Er, Long San, and Long Si witnessed with their own eyes Lin Feng's shocking transformation from a "severe basketball PTSD sufferer" to a "basketball fanatic + peacock displaying its feathers" in a split second!
The four huddled together in excitement, almost crying tears of joy! (Mainly relieved that they were temporarily safe.)
Long Yi, feeling deeply comforted, wiped away (non-existent) tears: "Woohoo... Heaven has eyes! Brother Lin has finally... finally turned over a new leaf!"
Long Er waved an (imaginary) cheering stick in excitement: "Whoa! It's on fire! Brother Lin is stepping up big time!!"
Long Si pushed up his glasses, wearing a look of "shared honor": "I told you! Gold will always shine! A... uh, a top athlete will sooner or later amaze the goddess!"
Long San clasped his hands together, gazing up religiously at the sky: "Thank basketball! For saving us from 'headbutt phobia'! Hallelujah!" (Survival instinct maxed out)
At this moment, Lin Feng felt that his life had spun 180 degrees like a Thomas spin, leaping from a long Siberian winter straight to a sunny beach with bikinis... Oh no, to a super pink spring filled with sunshine, idols, and fluttering hearts!
He stared at the delicate face that had appeared countless times in his dreams, now so close at hand. A surge of great sorrow mixed with wild joy rushed to his nostrils.
[Spring... This is definitely my spring! It's really here! Never thought! Lin Feng, the straight guy welded to the 'lifelong single track' after fifty rejections! Actually! Got hit straight by the youthful Taylor nuke!!! Even if I get concussed by a basketball right now, it's worth it!!!]
Lin Feng watched Taylor Swift (youth limited edition) disappear at the end of the corridor, the curve of his grinning mouth almost permanently fixed on his face!
"Heheh..." (Easy with that creepy smile, hey!)
He felt an electric current shoot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, leaving his whole body tingling!
Only one glittering, huge character remained in his mind—WIN! BIG TIME!
"Hahaha! The heavens are helping me! At this moment, besides me, Lin Feng, who else in the world knows that this young little beauty will one day dominate the global music scene, winning Grammys like they're candy?!"
It felt like getting an advance map to a legendary treasure—the only map!
Awesome!
Fucking awesome!
After the huge rush of joy, an unprecedented surge of determination—like downing ten tons of energy drinks—exploded within him with a "boom"!
"No! Opportunities are for those who are prepared!"
"To protect that adoring light in the little sweetheart's eyes! To defend the 'top athlete' flag I was not easy to planted from being blown over! I, Lin Feng, from this day forward, officially march toward the fabled heights of athletics! Burn, my calories!"
...
"One two! One two! For abs! For the goddess! Charge ah ah ah —!"
Lin Feng, hyped up like he'd chugged ten tons of expired energy drinks, launched into his "dream-chasing (Tay)" sprint mode on the campus tree-lined path!
His long legs pumped furiously, whipping up a small man-made breeze that sent a few innocent leaves swirling. He ran with… let's just say, overwhelming momentum (and a borderline maniacal posture)!
Before he knew it (mostly because his brain was fogged with fantasies), this blind, eyes-closed dash had carried him all the way to the vicinity of the junior year teaching building.
A few stylish seniors, books in hand, happened to pass by. They immediately spotted this red-haired freshman tearing past like a whirlwind—grimacing (though he thought he looked cool).
Senior A's eyes lit up. She elbowed her friend: "Whoa! Look, look! That freshman! The way those long legs are moving… tsk tsk, youth is something else. Just look at that hormone exploding!" (She licked her lips, flashing a "sister's interested" smile.)
Senior B nodded vigorously, stars in her eyes: "Totally! Nothing beats a energetic freshman! "
But!
Lin Feng didn't hear a single word of their admiring remarks!
Why?
Because his brain was screening a Hollywood-level blockbuster—starring just two people: him, and the youthful Taylor, glowing with holy light and a background soundtrack!
In his fantasy, Goddess Taylor wore a pure white athletic dress, her blonde hair shimmering in the sun. With an angelic smile, she gazed adoringly at his running form (Picture exclusive version) with those sapphire eyes. Her lips parted, delivering the ultimate blow:
"Wow! Lin Feng! The way you run… it's absolutely amazing! Truly, boys who love sports and brim with vitality are the most charming in the universe! Those smooth muscle lines… those powerful strides… ah! My heart's racing!" (Goddess clutches chest.)
BOOM——!!!
Lin Feng's face instantly burst into flames!
A cloud of steam—mixing extreme embarrassment and immense satisfaction—whooshed from the top of his head, enshrouding it in pink mist!
He kept running, grinning like a total dork (his IQ seemingly offline) at the imaginary goddess:
"Hey… hehe… i-it's nothing… j-just average cool, y'know…" (His voice wavered, lips stretched ear to ear, radiating a "I'm a fool but happy" aura.)
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Next chapter: Lin Feng actually has to meet Taylor Swift's parents—are things moving this fast between them?
But before meeting the parents, a little accident pops up.