For a moment, the basketball court echoed only with the sound of the ball hitting the ground.
Maeve Lane rested her delicate hand under her chin, openly watching Julian Fairchild.
Even though these freshmen had already heard about some of Maeve Lane's undefeated records, seeing it with their own eyes made them admit—
No wonder she always gets her guy.
Maeve Lane was truly beautiful, with every move naturally elegant. With such a great beauty staring at you eagerly, how could you not feel moved?
You could hardly find another person at Aurelia University as composed as Julian Fairchild.
Julian Fairchild was demonstrating a move, completing a beautiful pivot and shot in one fluid motion. His tall frame was filled with masculine energy, with strong, smooth facial lines and tightly pursed thin lips below his high nose bridge.
Drawing cheers from the freshmen.
"Fairchild is just too handsome!!"
"Did you see him shoot that three-pointer just now? It feels like my heart was struck!"
