"To, where are we going?"
Weekend was pulled by Han Shao's wrist and walked directly out of the party hall. He was now heading towards the hotel's gate.
The force he pulled her with was not strong, but it was not easy to break free either. His warm palm pressed against her slightly cool wrist, giving her a slightly itchy feeling, like holding a feather and gently sweeping across her heart.
He didn't answer, but took her to a black convertible sports car.
Although black is not as eye-catching as other colors, its smooth lines and tasteful design make it have an unignorable presence in the dark. Just like Han Shao, even if he just stands there quietly, he naturally attracts the attention of many passers-by.
"Look, look! That guy is so handsome! Is he a celebrity?"
"Who is that girl next to him? Could she be his girlfriend?"
"It's over. All the good-looking boys are already taken. How can we live like this?"
Hearing the discussions of passers-by, Weekend blushed in embarrassment. Although she wanted to explain that she was not Han Shao's girlfriend, it seemed strange to suddenly explain this to passers-by.
She had no choice but to shrink closer to Han Shao, trying to reduce her presence, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you bring me here?"
Could he suddenly introduce his sports car to her? One of her classmates is a car fan, and he likes to tell everyone about every car he sees, which has caused her to feel a little traumatized when she sees a car.
Fortunately, Han Shao was not such a car enthusiast. He considerately opened the car door and suggested, "Let's go for a drive."
"Go for a ride?" Weekend was stunned and pointed at himself stupidly, "With me?"
Han Shao laughed and leaned against the car. "Is there anyone else here? Don't you dislike this kind of party?"
Of course, she would be happy if she could avoid having to spend time at the party on weekends. She thought of what Han Shao had just said to Xue Sheng, and muttered, "Why did you let Lu Xiao bring me here..."
She complained softly, but Han Shao heard it.
He tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but inexplicably there was a hint of melancholy.
His voice was low and gentle like flowing water under the night sky: "I just want to see you. If I don't go through Lu Xiao and invite you in person, I'm afraid you will refuse to see me and hide from me."
Weekend's impression of Han Shao was always that he was proactive and strong. Even though she had rejected him before, he never seemed to care. So she was surprised to hear such cautious words from his mouth.
She blinked and looked at Han Shao carefully, and actually felt that the way he lowered his head looked a bit pitiful.
No, no, what are you thinking about on weekends? That’s Han Shao!
Weekend didn't know how to respond to this unexpected situation, so she could only stammer, "Well, well, I'm not hiding from you... Occasionally, it's okay to see you."
Han Shao immediately raised his head, eyebrows slightly raised: "Then let's put it this way. Next time, and the next time after that, you have to come to my invitation. This time, let's start with a drive."
"Ah? Oh." Weekend responded in a daze, and got into the sports car as he said. She turned her head and saw the smile on his face. She didn't know why, but she always felt like she had fallen into a trap.
In order to avoid making the same mistake as last time, Weekend fastened his seat belt tightly as soon as he got into the passenger seat.
She casually glanced at the back seat and suddenly thought of Lu Xiao. She quickly asked Han Shao, who had already started the engine, "By the way, Lu Xiao is still at the party! What should she do?"
"She is busy with a blind date now, and someone will take her back later." Han Shao replied indifferently.
"Blind date?" Weekend was choked by his saliva and started coughing violently.
Han Shao slowed down the car. "I don't know what's wrong with my uncle lately. He's keen on matchmaking for everyone. There happened to be a party like this, where young talents gathered together. My uncle arranged at least seven blind dates for her."
weekend:"……"
She had already foreseen Lu Xiao coming back to her crying and complaining. For some reason, she suddenly asked, "Uncle Lu, did you get a match made in China?"
Although this sentence came from his own mouth, Weekend was more panicked than the person who heard this question.
Why do you ask such a question? Doesn't it make you look like you care too much?
Sure enough, Han Shao raised his eyebrows and asked jokingly, "Why? Do you care whether I have a blind date or not?"
"No, I'm just curious and asked." Weekend responded lacking confidence.
"Don't worry." Han Shao looked at the slightly winding road ahead, seemingly careless, yet sincere. Every word he spoke was tender and obvious. "My bridge is at your place, and the red line is also connected to you."
Words became pale in an instant. Weekend thought about it but couldn't find the right words to respond. She had to deliberately turn her head away and look at the scenery passing by outside the window. The colorful lights on the street formed a shining galaxy, and even the cool breeze at night could not blow away the heat on her cheeks.
Han Shao turned his head to look at her, with a faint and gentle curve at the corner of his lips.
About twenty minutes later, Han Shao parked the car in front of a clubhouse and opened the door for Weekend: "We're here."
Weekend patted his still-warm cheeks, got out of the car, looked around curiously, and confirmed: "This... is a tennis court?"
It seemed that the tennis hall was closing time, and only the emergency lights were flashing on the building. However, there was a large, flat tennis court in the yard, and the street lights were emitting bright light, illuminating everything clearly.
Weekend cautiously stepped into the tennis court that seemed to be shrouded in light, looked around again and again, and brushed his fingers over the brand new tennis net pole with obvious excitement on his face: "Why did you bring me to the tennis court? Did you bribe Lu Xiao again and say that I like tennis?"
She has loved tennis since she was a child. When she saw others playing tennis on the way home from school, she would always watch for more than half an hour. However, due to various reasons, she never had the opportunity to learn it well, and over time, she lost interest in it.
Han Shao did not answer, but threw his formal suit into the car and casually rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing the perfect texture of his forearms.
He took out the tennis racket and a pure black coat from the sports car, walked up to Weekend, and asked with a smile: "Why, do you want to try it? I can teach you."
"Okay, okay!" Weekend agreed hurriedly.
She reached out to grab the racket, but Han Shao dodged it gently, and a warm coat fell on her body, which just covered her dress and prevented her from exposing herself during exercise. Han Shao first pulled her to sit down and helped her change her sneakers, then stood up and carefully buttoned her collar, and considerately adjusted her sleeves, and then nodded with satisfaction: "That's it."
Weekend shrank his neck and hid half of his face in the raised collar. The fresh scent of mint lingered at the tip of his nose, bringing a soothing smell.
She looked at Han Shao with a pair of lively eyes and couldn't help teasing him: "Do you guys have so many tricks to chase girls?"
Ah...it's not appropriate for her to say such things.
Weekend was just regretting that she didn't think before she spoke, but she heard Han Shao's relaxed response: "If I say it's you, you will agree to date me, then I will definitely admit it."
He handed her the racket and gently touched her head: "Come on, I'll teach you how to play."
It had almost become a habit, but for some reason she suddenly felt shy.
Weekend gripped the racket tightly and touched his hair with his other hand, feeling that the warmth of his palm was still there.
I have to say that Han Shao is a very good teacher. When he talked about the key points of serving, every point was explained very clearly. Weekend took the racket and followed his instructions to set the serving posture, carefully confirming: "Am I doing it right?"
Han Shao crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at it: "Move your feet back a little, bend your legs slightly, and hold the racket in your hand..."
As he spoke, he simply walked over, held Weekend's hand holding the racket from behind, and whispered, "Don't lift your wrist too high, just keep it at this height, otherwise your wrist will be injured if you use too much force. Playing tennis requires cleverness, not brute force..."
Although Weekend is not short, she looks very petite when held in Han Shao's arms, with her whole body buried in his arms.
As he spoke, his warm breath fanned her ears, burning them red. His steady and powerful heartbeat was close to her back, and together with her heartbeat that was jumping wildly because of shyness, they played a wonderful yet harmonious melody.
It’s too, too close, right?
She subconsciously held her breath, and her facial features seemed to be on strike. She could not hear what Han Shao said, nor could she see her hand holding the tennis racket. She only knew that Han Shao was beside her, only one centimeter away from her.
"Weekend? Do you understand?"
Just when she was about to suffocate herself, Han Shao finally let go and took two steps back. When she heard him ask, her face flushed and she nodded absentmindedly: "Got it, swing the racket."
She swung violently, and the inertia was so great that she spun twice. She staggered for a while before she managed to stand firmly.
Seeing Han Shao's expression of trying not to laugh, she covered her face in frustration: "Don't hold it back, just laugh if you want to. Anyway, I've never been good at sports since I was a child ..."
That's right! Although she was interested in tennis, she never played it because she didn't have much athletic talent. She thought that as she grew up, her athletic ability would improve, but she didn't expect that it didn't improve at all.
"It doesn't matter." Han Shao picked up the racket, weighed it, and said slowly, "As long as you believe in me."