"Nie Chuan! Guard him——"

Nie Chuan heard his teammates' shouts.

Infected by such a tense atmosphere, Nie Chuan's nerves became extremely focused.

He lowered his center of gravity and held his breath. Reese rushed in front of him and made a fake move to the right that was extremely realistic. Nie Chuan knew that if he saw through it, Reese would take advantage of the situation and get away with it. If Nie Chuan followed him, he would definitely change direction again!

Reese changed direction twice in a row decisively and quickly, but Nie Chuan always stood in front of him.

This offensive and defensive battle was extremely tight, and the extent of the fake moves on the left and right was astonishing, but the two men were always tense, as if there was an invisible gravity between them, and no matter how they struggled, they always maintained an axis.

Reese dribbled past the opponent twice and then stopped suddenly, but Nie Chuan kept pressing his rhythm. Reese dribbled past the opponent, and before he could raise his hand to protect the ball, time slowed down in Nie Chuan's eyes. Reese's hair flew up because of his breakthrough, the fierceness in his eyes, his tense muscles, and the tense lines of his legs, all stopped at that moment.

There was only a sound of "Snap", and Nie Chuan's hand waved, time began to flow again, and the noise was endless, but the offense and defense changed in an instant, and the ball was in Nie Chuan's hands.

Reese pressed close to Nie Chuan without any hesitation. The overwhelming pressure made Nie Chuan almost lose his balance and fall backwards.

But he quickly found his center, using his left foot as the axis and quickly passed the ball.

Reese suddenly turned around and chased after Nie Chuan's teammates. He was running very fast, and Nie Chuan chased him. He had never run so fast before. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, he would never let Reese take the next ball!

Nie Chuan came to his teammate, who passed the ball without hesitation. Nie Chuan dribbled past other defenders and stood up for a layup.

He could clearly feel a force coming from behind him, so he gave up the shot without hesitation, and turned sharply the moment he landed, avoiding Reese who was about to block his shot. Nie Chuan jumped, and Reese came in front of Nie Chuan at an amazing speed. He stood up suddenly, his body was stretched out with extremely powerful lines, his arms stretched out, and his fingertips seemed to reach a height that Nie Chuan could not reach. But Nie Chuan still threw the ball out. It was a beautiful parabola, as if it passed through all sights and exceeded all imagination, and fell steadily into the basket.

Reese bumped into Nie Chuan and they both fell backwards.

Nie Chuan opened his eyes wide, and watched the ball fall to the ground from between Reese's rising hair.

He thought he would fall badly this time, but he never expected that Reese's palm clasped the back of his head and his arm rested on his lower back. When he collided with the ground, he only felt the shock but not the pain.

At this time, Reese's voice sounded in my ears.

Cold, calm, and with a certain extreme temptation: "Are you feeling good?"

Nie Chuan's whole body trembled violently and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The sunlight shines through the curtains, filling the room with soft light. In front of me is the ceiling of my home, and beneath me is a soft mattress.

Nie Chuan realized that everything that just happened was a dream.

"Damn it—I'm dreaming again!"

Nie Chuan exhaled heavily and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He said how could he possibly intercept Reese's ball? Not only did he intercept the ball, but he also got through Reese's defense? And he even jumped up and shot the ball against Reese to score?

This is no longer something that can be explained by "Arabian Nights".

However, the feeling of scoring against so many obstacles, especially against such a strong defense, is so great that it cannot be described in words.

But...will there be such a day for me?

Nie Chuan began to doubt in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers touching the ceiling, as if they were overlapping with Reese's fingertips in his dream.

When his boiling blood cooled down, he realized something.

He lifted the quilt, sat up, and pounded the mattress hard: "Damn it! Why is it wet again!"

He resigned himself to his fate and stood up, took off his pants, and went into the bathroom to scrub himself.

At this moment, his heart was extremely desolate.

Why is it like this? Why is it that every time I dream about Reese Reddington instead of Celine?

Could it be more depressing?

At this moment, my mother's voice rang out from outside the door: "Xiaochuan! Xiaochuan! Your friend is here to see you again! He said he wants to play basketball with you! Don't stay in bed, get up quickly!"

Nie Chuan's shoulders shook. Apart from Reese, he couldn't think of anyone else who had asked him to play basketball!

Is this the rhythm of a ghost that won't go away? Whoever he least wants to see will desperately come to show his presence!

"I understand. I will..." The moment Nie Chuan turned around, he was completely dumbfounded!

Because the bathroom door was broken two days ago and had not been repaired yet, Nie Chuan closed the door, but it opened halfway again.

Reese, wearing a sportswear, stood behind him, his arms folded, a smile on his lips.

Nie Chuan's face instantly turned red, and he slammed the door shut again: "Don't you know to knock before entering someone else's door?"

"I just stood at the door and didn't go in." Reese said lightly.

Nie Chuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood onto the mirror opposite.

He had never thought that anyone other than his mother would come in. Now all he had in his hands were his underwear soaked in the pool and his pajamas that had been smeared with soap...

Nie Chuan touched himself backwards and was about to cry.

Reese would smile like that, he definitely saw it!

Unless you are blind, it is impossible that you didn't see it!

Nie Chuan looked up to the sky. Was his innocence gone just like that?

At this moment, Reese knocked on the door, and there was no ups and downs in his voice: "Where are your pants?"

"...in the second drawer of the wardrobe..."

Although Nie Chuan really didn't want Reese to help him find his pants, he also didn't want to go out in wet pants because that would be more ridiculous than not wearing any.

Less than two minutes later, Reese's hand reached in through the crack in the door, and his fingertips were hooked on a pair of Nie Chuan's underwear, swinging gently.

That feeling... is so sour and refreshing...

Nie Chuan quickly pulled his pants over and put them on. Fortunately, the hem of his pajamas was long enough to only reveal most of his thighs, but the most embarrassing part was still covered.

He pushed the door open, avoiding Reese's sight, and glanced at the clock outside. It was already eight fifty!

"I...I haven't had breakfast yet..."

If you practice without eating breakfast, you will feel exhausted, right?

"I know. Aren't you busy washing your pants?"

Nie Chuan walked back to his room, and Reese followed him slowly with his hands in his pockets.

Nie Chuan lowered his head all the way to his door. Just as his fingers touched the door handle, Reese's hand reached out, almost brushing Nie Chuan's ear, and pressed on the door.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night and you are full of energy."

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Nie Chuan felt a warm breath passing by his ears. He didn't dare to look back because Reese seemed to be talking in his ear.

The entire space seemed to be separated by Reese, and Nie Chuan's nose was filled with the very refreshing scent of Reese's shower gel.

"I'll wait for you in the living room."

Reese withdrew his hand, and the feeling of oppression finally disappeared.

Nie Chuan entered the room and exhaled heavily.

When he put on a T-shirt and sweatpants and came to the living room, he saw Reese sitting at the dining table, eating the freshly squeezed soy milk and steamed dumplings. To entertain him, Nie's mother also mixed a cold dish and fried rice cakes. The aroma of osmanthus sugar made people salivate.

Nie Chuan felt very upset. Why had he never received such VIP treatment before?

"Reese! Eat more! You'll have enough energy to play basketball later!"

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Thank you, Auntie. When our family came here, we were worried that Xiaochuan would not be able to make friends or integrate into the life of this country. What if he was lonely? But when I saw that you took him to make friends and played basketball with him, I felt relieved! Xiaochuan likes to eat steamed dumplings and fried rice cakes with osmanthus sugar. Auntie doesn't know if you can get used to them."

Mother Nie was probably too happy and talked a lot.

Nie Chuan was extremely embarrassed.

"Auntie, did you make the dumplings?"

Although Reese's Chinese pronunciation has an American accent, his special voice quality makes the Chinese he speaks inexplicably pleasant to the ear.

Nie Chuan really wanted to know where Reese learned Chinese from? He probably spoke better than many Chinese majors, right?

"I made them. The ones you can buy here are those that have been frozen for a long time in Chinese supermarkets. They are not fresh, so Auntie makes them herself."

"No wonder it's different from the ones in Chinese restaurants. It's very filling and the broth is very rich."

Reese smiled with his lips bent, which was completely different from his usual slightly arrogant and cold smile. Even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed a hint of comfort, as if he really enjoyed the breakfast made by Nie's mother.

Nie Chuan had a feeling that he was redundant. Wasn't he seeing the classic scene of a loving mother and a filial son?

"Xiaochuan! Are you finally done washing up? Come over here and eat! The soy milk is getting cold!"

"Um."

Nie Chuan sat down sullenly and ate quietly.

After finishing the meal, Nie Chuan followed Reese out of the house and got into Reese's Land Rover.

The warm expression on Reese's face just now faded away. Even without turning on the air conditioner, Nie Chuan felt that the car was quite cold.