The No.1 Anti-Fans in Basketball-Chapter 160 - 113: Prediction_3

"Didn’t you ask me about my hobbies before? It’s not that I don’t have any, but for people like us, just the training ground takes up six to seven hours a day, then recuperating the body can take another one or two hours, and aside from eating and sleeping, maybe I’m only suited for having a pet turtle because you don’t have to feed them every day,"

Hansen’s words made Swift laugh.

She took off her sunglasses and said earnestly to Hansen,

"I can understand you because my life is pretty much the same as yours. Of course, on top of all that, I have to worry about running out of inspiration."

Singers are either singing or writing songs, and someone at Swift’s level also has to run around for public appearances.

The previous times they met, Hansen always had to take her to the airport.

"At least you’re a bit more free."

"Free? I haven’t felt that sensation in a long time," Swift said as she descended to the beach and took off her shoes.

Hansen casually caught them and then saw Swift walking forward.

She wouldn’t be doing anything rash, would she?

Fortunately, he was overthinking it because Swift simply wanted to feel the sensation of the seawater washing over her feet.

Hansen was still a bit worried, though. If something went wrong, he wouldn’t grace the sports headlines the next day, but rather the national news.

He followed her, removed his own shoes, and stood beside her.

The sea, the breeze, the sound of the waves, and the moon hanging overhead all worked together to relax him instantly.

At that moment, Hansen felt Swift take hold of his hand.

"Did you know? When I was 11, I performed at the Philadelphia 76ers’ home court," Swift said, gazing ahead, her eyes filled with memories.

"Hm?" This was the first time Hansen had heard about this.

"I remember they told me who Allen Iverson was and who Kobe Bryant was. They didn’t like basketball players, but I did," she said as she tightened her grip on Hansen’s hand a bit.

"So, you can imagine how happy I was when I found out that a basketball player said he liked me," Swift said as she turned around.

Hansen looked at her genuine expression but couldn’t explain that he had only used Swift to gain anti-fans.

No wonder Swift said he was brave the first time they met, offered to bake him a cake, and even asked what kind of girls he liked.

To her, an NBA professional, normally in a deficit in a woman’s eyes, turned out to represent a sort of teenage infatuation.

He observed Swift carefully, and without her sunglasses, the moonlight gave him a clearer view of her face.

Swift was only 21, at her prime, and as he had always sensed, she was filled with romantic fantasies about love.

Hansen turned around, pulling Swift into his arms with the hand he held.

He didn’t think a relationship with Swift would lead to marriage talks because he could feel that she was simply in pursuit of a romantic life.

That was somewhat illusory.

But a person with romantic fantasies and someone who had never been in love might actually be quite suitable for each other.

After all, he couldn’t just remain alone because he needed to compete in the NBA, right?

It was just a romance; who knew where it would eventually lead?

Even taken to the worst-case scenario, the worst that could happen would be being written into a song.

Swift showed a happy smile on her face and hooked her arm around Hansen’s neck.

The last time Hansen was sitting, but this time, standing, he bent down.

The two kissed, both breathing a bit more hurriedly.

After a moment, Swift released her mouth and said with a smile, "Your kissing is just as terrible as before."

Who was he supposed to practice with?

But before he could respond, Swift kissed him again.

Different from the last time, this time it was her leading Hansen.

Hansen embraced her and headed toward the SUV parked by the road.

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