Shae Harris pressed her face to the window as the van moved.

  “Are you sure you won’t hurt your head like that?” Mori Aoi, who sat beside her, said, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

  “I won't~” Shae hummed and sat properly.

  “Are we there yet?” Shae Harris couldn’t sit still and leaned forward toward Noi Karn’s seat.

  Her green eyes focused on the man sitting in the driver’s seat.

  Yi Zheng felt her focused gaze and ignored her.

  “You’ve asked this question ten times now. It doesn’t make us go any faster,” Wei Zhi said, rolling his eyes.

  “I’m sorry, did someone behind me just speak? I thought the seats were empty,” Shae Harris snickered, leaning closer to Mori Aoi.

  She was referring to what happened before they entered the van as Shae Harris deceived Mori Aoi into sitting beside her.

  Wei Zhi glared at her darkly, muttering under his breath about how shameless a girl could be.

  “Hey,” Mori Aoi tugged on her sleeve, and Shae Harris reluctantly gave up.

  But this time, she made sure to lean most of her body onto Mori Aoi, giving Wei Zhi one last provocative glance.

  Wei Zhi ignored her, cursing her as a bitter woman in his head then changed his face as Mori Aoi turned back.

  He choked on his own words and looked pitiful, casting side glances at Mori Aoi.

  “Some boys are even more shameless than green tea girls,” Shae Harris said, winking at Mori Aoi.

  “Ah…” Mori Aoi, stuck in the middle, could only look lost.

  She turned to the only other person in the van who could help.

  Yi Zheng felt another passionate gaze burning into his back and sighed.

  “Both of you are shameless. Now shut up,” Yi Zheng snapped, unable to bear it anymore.

  “Oh,” Wei Zhi and Shae Harris echoed at the same time and immediately stopped.

  “Thank you,” Mori Aoi sighed in relief.

  “Hey, you talk a lot more now,” Shae Harris leaned forward and poked Yi Zheng’s back.

  “Do you want me to stop this van right here?” Yi Zheng threatened.

  “And you’re meaner too,” Shae Harris huffed and finally sat back down.

  Yi Zheng rolled his eyes internally and stayed silent.

  “Isn’t it good?” Mori Aoi giggled.

  “How is that good? Now he’s even scarier,” Wei Zhi shivered.

  “It means we’re warming up to him,” Mori Aoi smiled.

  Yi Zheng wanted to retort that they were definitely heating him up.

  Mostly due to the high blood pressure stimulated by anger.

  But he knew that the more he talked, the more they treated it as an invitation to cause even more trouble.

  “You’re right. Maybe we can actually be friends one day,” Shae Harris smiled brightly.

  Yi Zheng: In your dreams.

  Honestly, he didn’t want anything more to do with them.

  “We’re here,” Yi Zheng said as he drove into a parking lot.

  “Really?” Shae Harris nearly flew out of the moving van.

  “This is the place, right?” Yi Zheng asked, turning off the ignition.

  Shae Harris rushed out and stood in awe of the building.

  After leaving the pizza place, she had said the first place she wanted to go was a multipurpose stadium.

  It was a huge building containing different rooms for different kinds of sporting activities.

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  Shae Harris couldn’t call herself obsessed with sports, but she had always been envious of them.

  After all, sports were something meant for healthy people.

  Someone sick with even a minor illness could still watch a movie.

  But they wouldn’t be able to participate in physical activities or sports.

  That was why she was obsessed with it.

  “Yeah, this is the place.” Shae Harris turned around to shake Yi Zheng’s hand excitedly.

  Yi Zheng was about to pull his hand away when she suddenly dodged and ran to Mori Aoi instead.

  She hugged Mori Aoi and twirled her around, making the girl giggle.

  “Come near me and I’ll scream,” Wei Zhi glared as Shae Harris turned toward him.

  “I’d rather hug that stupid fatty,” Shae Harris rolled her eyes.

  “Yeah, because you like him,” Wei Zhi snorted.

  Shae Harris froze in exaggerated shock and covered her eyes.

  “I really did like him,” she said, pretending to sigh in melancholy.

  “What do you want to try first?” Mori Aoi tugged gently at Shae Harris’s hand.

  “I… I’ll think about it,” Shae Harris leaned into her.

  “Then let’s go in first.” Mori Aoi walked ahead, not even sparing Wei Zhi a glance as she passed.

  Wei Zhi clenched his fist and waved it angrily at Shae Harris’s back.

  Shae Harris snuck a glance over her shoulder and gave him a disdainful look.

  Wei Zhi twitched his eyebrow and turned away.

  His gaze crossed Yi Zheng’s, and he clearly saw the disgust in it.

  Taking double critical damage, Wei Zhi followed behind the girls with his head hung low.

  Yi Zheng, disgusted with all three of them, followed as well.

  “Welcome.” A man stood waiting at the entrance.

  It was the same face and clothes as the guide from the anime convention.

  Beside him stood a black shadow cat.

  “It’s you again. Long time no see,” Shae Harris greeted cheerfully.

  “Hello,” Mori Aoi bowed slightly.

  “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Wei Zhi chuckled awkwardly as he stood beside Mori Aoi.

  “Huh,” Yi Zheng said, offering nothing more.

  Mori Aoi shuffled closer to the cat and cautiously stretched out a finger.

  She held her breath, praying it wouldn’t turn around.

  Her eyes lit up when her finger made contact.

  After a second, she quickly retreated and hid behind Wei Zhi, peeking out.

  The shadow cat had no eyes—only black holes.

  But it didn’t seem to mind being poked.

  “So what now?” Wei Zhi placed a hand on Mori Aoi’s head before asking Shae Harris.

  Mori Aoi was still smiling shyly at the cat and only snapped out of it when he spoke.

  “Ah, I haven’t really thought about it,” Shae Harris said, rare seriousness on her face.

  “Why don’t you recommend something?” she asked the guide.

  She had always lived with the mindset that she would die soon.

  So she never had dreams or wishes.

  She had wants, which was why she was here now—but it wasn’t a dream.

  It wasn’t something she felt hopeful or expectant about.

  Just a passing interest in something she could never truly have.

  “Why not basketball?” the guide suggested with a pleased gesture.

  They followed him into the building and toward the basketball court.

  “Why aren’t there any people around?” Shae Harris asked, looking around the empty space.

  “You aren’t here to watch. You’re here to play, so I thought you’d prefer it quiet,” the guide replied.

  “I guess so,” Shae Harris hummed.

  “Thank you for the consideration,” Mori Aoi said politely.

  “Would you like to change into jerseys?” the guide asked.

  Shae Harris considered refusing.

  It didn’t really matter—she was already wearing a loose shirt and shorts.

  But her words were cut off by the girl beside her, staring with bright eyes.

  “You want to wear it?” Shae Harris teased.

  Mori Aoi nodded.

  “Why?” Shae Harris squeezed her cheeks.

  “It’s really pretty,” Mori Aoi said, gazing lovingly at the red jersey with white stripes and a number shining under the lights.

  “Then call me sister,” Shae Harris smiled.

  “Sister, please,” Mori Aoi widened her eyes unconsciously and acted cute.

  Shae Harris: So cute!

  “Of course. Anything for you,” Shae Harris rubbed their faces together.

  “Thank you, sister~” Mori Aoi smiled even as her face was squished against Shae Harris’s cheek.

  Wei Zhi stood behind them with a dark expression and snorted.

  Yi Zheng stood a step behind all of them, casting a disdainful glance.

  The shadow cat watched silently with its black holes for eyes.

  After that episode, they were directed to separate locker rooms by gender.

  Yi Zheng refused to wear a jersey and squinted at Shae Harris when she almost dared to call him a coward.

  He wasn’t interested in playing with kids and preferred sitting comfortably.

  So he followed the guide to the court and sat on the bleachers.

  “So mean,” Shae Harris pouted as she changed into the jersey.

  Mori Aoi didn’t listen—she was completely absorbed in the soft fabric.

  “As expected, this place is nice,” Shae Harris smirked like a hooligan and poked Mori Aoi’s chest.

  Mori Aoi finally stopped rubbing the jersey and blushed.

  “Yours is nice too,” she stuttered.

  “Really?” Shae Harris made a clawing gesture.

  She suddenly pounced and started tickling Mori Aoi.

  Mori Aoi squealed and ran.

  They chased each other back and forth until they burst out of the locker room.

  Mori Aoi wasn’t watching where she was going and bumped straight into Wei Zhi.

  Wei Zhi, ready to verbally attack Shae Harris for harassing Mori Aoi, was instead met with a soft body.

  He instinctively caught Mori Aoi as they fell together.

  His hands landed on her waist, and her head rested on his chest.

  Wei Zhi groaned when his head hit the floor, his hand on her waist clenching.

  Mori Aoi was beet red and completely dazed.

  “Wow, you two are pretty bold,” Shae Harris whistled.

  Mori Aoi panicked and scrambled up, while Wei Zhi turned away, blushing hard.

  “Come on, let’s go,” Shae Harris rudely interrupted the subtle atmosphere and dragged Mori Aoi away.

  Mori Aoi followed without resistance.

  Wei Zhi grumbled and rubbed the back of his head before following.

  The moment was quickly forgotten as they reached the court.

  The guide, now dressed like a coach, held a basketball and smiled.

  “I believe you know how to play,” he said, tossing the ball to Shae Harris.

  Shae Harris caught it clumsily, earning a snicker from Wei Zhi.

  She immediately hurled the ball at him and knocked him down.

  “Sorry, I thought I heard you say pass,” Shae Harris said calmly.

  Wei Zhi shut up after that.

  The guide patiently explained the rules.

  Unfortunately, one person had lived with a terminal illness her entire life, so her motor skills were practically zero.

  Mori Aoi had some strength from work but was still clumsy and weak.

  Even bouncing the ball was too much.

  And Wei Zhi instinctively dodged whenever the ball came near him.

  After three hours, the guide stood in front of them, speechless.

  Yi Zheng sat on the bleachers, barely holding back laughter.

  The three stood there in embarrassment.

  “Why don’t we freestyle it?” Shae Harris suggested after clearing her throat.

  “Yes… I think that would be best,” the guide replied with a complicated expression.

  They abandoned learning basketball altogether.

  The guide switched the ball for a softer one.

  “This one should work for any sport and won’t be too tiring,” he said, tossing it to Shae Harris.

  She tested the weight, then threw it straight into Wei Zhi’s stomach.

  Wei Zhi, already on alert, dodged.

  Shae Harris bent to pick it up and gave him an evil grin.

  Wei Zhi took one look and fled.

  She chased him while throwing the ball as hard as she could.

  Wei Zhi, who had spent his life running away, was very good at it.

  And Shae Harris had to retrieve the ball before throwing it again.

  He didn’t dare turn back—it felt dangerous.

  Mori Aoi watched them with a bright smile.

  Shae Harris, cackling like a villain: ?

  Wei Zhi, running for his life and pleading with his eyes: ?

  Mori Aoi decided they were having fun and didn’t interrupt.

  She went to sit in front of Yi Zheng.

  Shae Harris tired first and reluctantly waved a white flag.

  Wei Zhi didn’t believe her and ran to hide by Mori Aoi.

  “Did you have fun?” Mori Aoi smiled brightly.

  Wei Zhi: Which part looked fun? I was running for my life.

  But he couldn’t say that to her.

  “Yes, I had fun,” he replied with an ugly expression.

  Mori Aoi thought he was just tired and offered him a towel.

  Wei Zhi hesitated as sweat dripped into his eyes.

  Thinking he was too weak to take it, Mori Aoi leaned in and gently wiped his face.

  Wei Zhi froze and flushed red.

  He jumped up and looked anywhere but at her.

  “What’s wrong with you? Did all that exercise melt your brain?” Shae Harris rolled her eyes.

  Mori Aoi grabbed another towel and wiped Shae Harris’s face naturally.

  “Where did you get the towels?” Shae Harris asked.

  “The guide dropped them off,” Mori Aoi replied.

  “And why does this guy's face look so dark?” Shae Harris motioned at Wei Zhi.

  “Are you okay?” Mori Aoi asked worriedly.

  Wei Zhi instantly put on a pitiful expression.

  “Green tea,” Shae Harris muttered.

  “Is there something else you want to do?” the guide appeared again.

  “I want to see a field,” Shae Harris said after thinking, memories surfacing.