Chapter 6 Can I Touch It?

The light in September is not too scorching, and already has a bit of the softness of early autumn.

Wei Chuan faced the light, tall and strong, and stood there, his youthful and masculine aura overwhelming.

His short hair was damp from showering at the training ground before coming to class.

Only when Meng Tang got closer did he realize that he had a very unhappy expression and was obviously in a bad mood, which made the others subconsciously keep silent.

Meng Tang's arm was suddenly grabbed by Shi Lan, and she asked stupidly, "Am I seeing things?"

Meng Tang turned his head and said, "You're not mistaken, it's Wei Chuan."

"Why is he so white?" Shi Lan glanced at her arm suspiciously. "The group of people playing basketball are all black and look dirty, but he stands out from the crowd."

Meng Tang looked over as Shi Lan spoke. Wei Chuan had a basketball across his waist, and light blue veins meandered from the back of his hand to his forearm.

It was faintly visible under the white skin. When the fingertips moved, the power contained in the muscle lines surged, as if trying to break through the shackles of the skin.

Meng Tang stared at the undulating lines in his field of vision and blurted out, "Can I touch it?"

Shi Lan covered her mouth: "You are here again."

Wei Chuan came over and threw the basketball into her arms: "Touch it."

Meng Tang hugged the sliding basketball and stood there awkwardly.

This semester I started learning anatomy, relying mostly on human body models and anatomical atlases, which are incomparable to real people.

Wei Chuan didn't pursue the matter. He glanced at Meng Tang and said loudly, "Gather. The coach hasn't arrived yet. I'll warm you up first."

Everyone lined up consciously. Because of what happened just now, Meng Tang pulled Shi Lan to the end of the line.

Wei Chuan raised his hand and waved: "Two laps around the playground."

Two laps was not a big deal, especially with Wei Chuan running alongside. The girls were all willing to do it, except Meng Tang who had a wrinkled face.

After one circle, Meng Tang's breathing became rapid and his face flushed.

Wei Chuan frowned, ran to her side and asked, "Can't run anymore?"

Meng Tang shook his head and grunted forward.

Unable to bear the conversation from the campus celebrity in public, she turned her face away slightly, signaling Wei Chuan to leave her alone.

Wei Chuan also saw a bit of Meng Tang's personality. Although he was very i, he was cute in a cowardly way.

He curled his lips and chuckled, and was stunned for a moment after laughing.

After two laps, Meng Tang's legs went weak and he was about to sit down, but Wei Chuan grabbed his arm.

"Walk, don't sit."

Meng Tangsheng felt hopeless, so he held Shi Lan's hand and turned around to take her hand.

"How did you manage to pass the 800-meter physical test last year?" Wei Chuan let go of her and asked curiously.

Shi Lan laughed: "It's a make-up test."

Wei Chuan joked, "Looks like we'll have to make up for it this year."

"No way." Meng Tang muttered, "I will run well this year."

Wei Chuan: "The physical test is still a month away, you have to start training now."

Meng Tang naturally knew.

After the warm-up, the teacher came running over.

After explaining the key points of the three-step layup, he asked Wei Chuan to practice it first.

The elective exams for art students are not too strict, and the final exam is a three-step layup.

Wei Chuan demonstrated it once, causing the girls who were queuing up to practice to purse their lips and hide their smiles.

After explaining the steps and points to note again, he asked the students to find the rhythm of the three-step layup.

Meng Tang was the last one. After practicing, she noticed that Wei Chuan's expression was dull for a moment.

"Meng Tang, what are you doing?" Wei Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Three-step layup, and even with the jump, it's five steps."

Meng Tang was confused and said, "I don't have any."

"I'll show you how to walk."

Wei Chuan took two steps forward as he spoke, and with the last step he subconsciously imitated Meng Tang and took two steps forward before jumping up for a layup.

Everyone was amused by his awkward posture, and Meng Tang even raised his hands to cover his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Chuan didn't let anyone off the hook. "You're practicing for the exam, so just remember the big, two, small, and three jumps. If you don't understand any of them, keep practicing."

Wei Chuan's tone was a little serious, and he subconsciously brought the habits from the training ground into teaching.

In the first class, we broke down two movements, from without the ball to with the ball, and it was still terrible.

Wei Chuan was almost exhausted, and after one class he just sat on the ground and relaxed.

Shi Lan nudged Meng Tang from the side and said, "Do you know Wei Chuan? You two look very familiar with each other."

"I know him. He asked me to make a small wood carving for him." Meng Tang said, "He was also the model the professor asked me to find before."

Shi Lan: "Wood carving? He likes this?"

Meng Tang's eyes rolled slightly. Wei Chuan didn't hide it on purpose. Everyone in his dormitory knew that he had someone he liked, so he said to Shi Lan, "It's for confession."

"Confession!" Shi Lan's eyes suddenly widened. "He has someone he likes?"

"Um."

"Who is it? From our school?"

"I don't know either."

Shi Lan tsk-tsk-tsk twice: "If his confession succeeds, the girls in our school who like him will burst into tears in the training hall."

Wei Chuan had almost finished his rest and looked towards Meng Tang:

"I suggest you practice more. Your teaching assistant, a junior, has taken leave. He has a bad temper, so no one will give you any slack next week."

Meng Tang was stunned and asked him across Shi Lan: "Aren't you a teaching assistant?"

Wei Chuan said, "I smashed the backboard in the training hall and was punished to come here to reflect on my mistakes. I'm only teaching you two classes."

This is also the reason why he was in a bad mood. He disagreed with the coach and dunked violently, breaking the glass of the backboard.

He spoke without lowering his voice at all, and when the other girls heard it, they all felt disappointed.

Meng Tang said: "I understand. I will practice."

Wei Chuan felt a little better and thought about apologizing to the coach later. Seeing Meng Tang's reluctance, he grinned, his smile brighter than the sunshine.

Shi Lan was dizzy from that laugh, and she grabbed Meng Tang and whispered, "Did you know his nickname is 'Wei Tian'?"

"Wei Tian?" Meng Tang was confused. "Is it sweet?"

"Yes," Shi Lan had always been following Wei Chuan's short video account, "his fans named it."

Meng Tang: "He has a lot of fans?"

Shi Lan: "Last year at CUBAL, he was given the task of leading Z University to the national semi-finals. He gained 250,000 followers overnight. Because of that face, he gained another 100,000 followers in the past six months. If he had been more active, his followers would have been even higher. It's a pity that Wei Chuan only posts videos every ten days or half a month. If he wins the regional championship next year, his followers will probably increase even more."

Meng Tang listened to Shi Lan's explanation until the coach blew the whistle for assembly.

Meng Tang didn't see Wei Chuan again for the next week.

The original assistant teacher was indeed a junior in the Sports College.

After class, Shi Lan angrily scolded everyone, and then went to comfort Meng Tang, whose eyes were red.

"Don't bother with him. I've never seen a guy with such a mean mouth. Ignore him."

Meng Tang nodded, but felt uncomfortable.

This is not what Wei Chuan said about a bad temper, it is clearly a lack of manners.

No matter how badly she studies, you can't embarrass her in person or call her a fool.

Shi Lan spoke up for her and the two of them were punished to run around the playground.

Meng Tang didn't want to implicate Shi Lan, so he had to go to the teacher. The teacher said a few words to the teaching assistant and exempted them from punishment.

But they were obviously even less liked by the teaching assistants.

The eyes of the others fell on Meng Tang, like a silent but hard to ignore slap in the face, making her so embarrassed that her eyes turned red.

After accompanying Shi Lan to the cafeteria, Meng Tang bought three cups of milk tea and said:

"I'm sorry for getting scolded today. I'll buy you a drink to cool you down. I have to go to the studio later, so I won't be going back to the dorm with you. Please bring the other two drinks to Yang Ke and Ling Yin."

Shi Lan took it and said, "You are really too polite. We are roommates. How can I still watch that bitch scold you?"

Meng Tang thanked Shi Lan again sincerely, but did not go to the studio after parting with her.

After three consecutive nights of extra training, Wei Chuan left the training hall before ten o'clock.

There was a missed call from home on his phone, so he answered it and turned onto a secluded road.