The No.1 Anti-Fans in Basketball-Chapter 139 - 105: HS Terminator Generation 1

Swift’s lips were soft and resilient; Hansen felt as if he was eating QQ candy.

Just as his breathing accelerated again and his hands began to subconsciously move upward,

"Ding!"

The sound of the oven timer interrupted the two.

They instantly pulled apart.

Hansen subconsciously crossed his legs.

"The cake is ready," he reminded her.

Swift turned to get the cake, and Hansen quickly adjusted his position.

Swift had made a cheesecake, which just needed to be chilled in the refrigerator after baking before it could be eaten.

However, after their experience, the atmosphere in the bakery had become slightly awkward.

"You’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you?" Swift finally broke the silence.

"I just haven’t had the time," Hansen explained.

He might not be an NBA superstar yet, but as a millionaire, finding a girlfriend shouldn’t be difficult, should it?

But just as he thought this, the name of another person with "handsome" in their name unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

Swift’s eyes widened, as if she had discovered a rare species.

A 21-year-old who’s never been in a relationship? ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

In the United States, that would be a laughing matter.

"What kind of girl do you like? I can help you look, I know lots of people," Swift offered enthusiastically.

But she wasn’t lying, she had many friends: Selena Gomez (cute celebrity with a great figure), Gigi Hadid (supermodel), Blake Lively (tall actress), HAIM (sister group) - she knew all types.

Hansen looked puzzled.

Did Swift’s friends lack boyfriends? Or did she think he was a good kisser after that peck and wanted to try more so she was probing?

Hansen shook his head, dismissing the thought. The point wasn’t about what type of girlfriend to have, they were here to eat cake, right? How did it turn into solving his singlehood?

He was too busy with training every day to have time for dating.

Besides, given his current state, what difference would it make to date?

It would be more reasonable to find a "firecracker" buddy.

"Is your concert tour going smoothly?" Hansen changed the subject after he lowered his legs.

As soon as Hansen asked about her concert tour, Swift’s eyes began to sparkle, and she couldn’t stop talking about it.

More than anything, she loved her music.

They talked for a while, the cheesecake was ready, and they both started eating.

Swift sat on the high bar stool, swinging her legs and looking like she was enjoying the delicacy. It was quite a sight.

After finishing the cake, they left the bakery.

Swift had to catch a night flight due to her schedule.

Rondo drove while Hansen escorted Swift to the airport.

Swift donned a hat and glasses, her assistant and bodyguard close by.

Before parting, Swift hugged Hansen.

"You need to practice your kissing," Swift whispered with a laugh.

Hansen made a bitter smile.

Life’s three grand illusions: I’m a great kisser.

Hansen trained with Grover for another week, feeling more and more palpable improvement in his body.

He now felt that just training with Grover wasn’t enough; he needed to find a sparring partner.

"Tim, didn’t you used to be Kobe’s trainer?" Hansen asked Grover after training one day.

"Do you want to train with Kobe?" Grover guessed Hansen’s thoughts right away.

Hansen nodded. If he regretted anything about the Cavaliers not making it to the finals, it was that he didn’t get to play against Kobe.

"That would be tough; he’s probably going to be busy this summer. If I remember correctly, he’s about to head to East University."

Grover’s words reminded Hansen that Kobe seemed to love East University, not just for his on-court performance.

That was a shame.

"But I might try to contact someone else for you," Grover continued.

"DW?"

Grover shook his head, "KD."

Durant?

Hansen was somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Grover to have connections with Durant.

"He has sought me out to be his personal trainer," Grover explained.

That wasn’t too surprising; after all, Durant always had physical issues, and Grover was the best fitness trainer.

"But you didn’t agree?" Hansen was curious. With Durant’s talent, it seemed like a great opportunity to build a resume.

"I couldn’t help him," Grover admitted frankly.

"The problem with his physicality isn’t about training; it’s his build. There’s never been a scoring guard of his build in the NBA."

A 6’10" player who often dribbles and breaks on the outside, he was a ’bug,’ but his physicality truly couldn’t keep up.

"Isn’t he busy during the summer?" Hansen was curious; Durant’s status might not be like Kobe’s, but he ranked second in MVP votes last season. He should also be busy in summer.

"He’s a ’gym rat’," Grover shook his head.

A gym rat refers to someone who loves training so much they might even sleep in the gym.

"Try contacting him then."

Hansen didn’t feel awkward about training with Durant privately because of their past encounters.

After all, it was just on-court competition.

And training with Durant, also a "celebrity," might even be an opportunity to gain some notoriety.

Two days later, Hansen was not visited by Durant, but Thomas had come to Memphis again.