The Way of the Center

Ames City is sparsely populated and the folk customs are simple, so except for the reporters from other places, An Jie will not be disturbed by anyone even if he walks swaggeringly on the street. At most, there will be a few people coming up to ask for autographs or group photos, but Anjie has gotten used to these after defeating Michael Beasley.

An Jie came to the gymnasium early this morning to practice for himself. Old Austin really gave An Jie a door key. Now as long as An Jie thinks, he can come anytime.

It's not that An Jie needs to practice twice a day now, but that An Jie doesn't have time tonight. Because, he has a date.

"Damn it! This hair!" After training in the afternoon, An Jie stayed in the locker room for a long time. He kept looking at himself in front of the mirror, fiddling with his clothes and hairstyle.

In the United States, a haircut costs 25 to 50 dollars, which may not be a problem for local Americans, but for Anjie, it is simply a super high consumption. It costs more than 100 RMB just to cut the hair. This is just a simple trim, and the styling has to be calculated separately.

Therefore, most of the Chinese foreign students in Pumei have learned a skill, which is to cut their own hair. But An Jie has no talent in this area, and his roommate Jason is the first victim. After Anjie cut Jason's hair a week ago, Jason has to wear a baseball cap to go out until now.

"Hey Anjie, I heard that the school found you a nice little house?" Anthony Ben just came out of the shower, and now his whole body was naked, only a towel was wrapped around the key parts.

"Um...yes, it's pretty good." Iowa State University really treated An Jie well. The house they rented for An Jie was very spacious, with all the furniture and daily necessities.

"Don't you think it's boring to live in such a big place by yourself? How about we go to your place to have a party tonight? By the way, I just saw some pretty girls at the entrance of the gymnasium. They are all Where are your fans?" Anthony Ben smiled lewdly, if people outside knew that this brave dunk on the court would be such a virtue, it is estimated that the number of his fans would be halved directly.

"Haven't you been rejected by him enough? It's not like you don't know that Anjie trains himself every night." Mike Taylor also came out of the shower to change clothes.

"We just won a difficult victory, you have to rest." Anthony Ben was unyielding, because he had already patted his chest and assured the group of girls that he would definitely be able to take them to An Jie's house.

"I won't practice tonight."

"Look! What did I say!? Let's go, An Jie, you must like those girls!" Anthony Ben smiled even more happily, and he had already begun to imagine the beautiful picture of that sleepless night in his mind.

"However, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a party in that little house tonight. Another day, I owe you." An Jie waved his hand embarrassingly. He had indeed rejected his teammates too many times.

"Oh no, Anjie, no training and no party, how boring this night is."

"Of course it's not boring. I have an appointment tonight." An Jie proudly took out two movie tickets from his trouser pocket.

Anthony Ben grabbed the two notes in An Jie's hand when he heard it, and even Mike Taylor came over curiously. An Jie rarely went out to play.

""Atonement"? It's that romance movie with the shell of a war movie!? Tell An Jie honestly, which ignorant and innocent female fan are you hooking up with!?"

"Oh, no way, Anjie, you bastard. Could it be the daughter of the owner of the Chinese restaurant last time?" Anthony Ben immediately thought of the girl with blue eyes.

"Her name is Catherine." As soon as she was mentioned, An Jie felt flattered. Although Catherine's appearance was not as good as those models or big stars, she was enough to fascinate an ordinary Chinese boy.

"Okay, Anthony, are you so free? Put on your clothes and let's go to dinner." Mike Taylor couldn't stand Ben's stalking of An Jie, so he dragged Ben to the door of the locker room.

After the last two people in the locker room went out, An Jie's ears were finally quiet. Just like basketball, An Jie studied very hard when he was studying in China, and it is because of this that he was able to study in the United States with excellent grades.

However, studying and basketball almost occupy most of An Jie's time every day, so he has no time to do other things at all, let alone fall in love. Besides, An Jie's stature is placed in China, how many girls are willing to walk beside him.

This was the first time in An Jie's life that he went out to watch a movie alone with a girl. No wonder he was even more nervous than playing under the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

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An Jie came to the entrance of the cinema early to wait. Today is not the weekend, so there are not many people watching the movie. However, among these few people, An Jie still encountered several requests for autographs and group photos.

Just after An Jie satisfied a fan's request for a group photo, An Jie saw that familiar figure walking towards him.

She has long straight blond hair, a simple striped shirt and jeans, and her fair skin looks crystal clear in the moonlight. Those sky-blue eyes stared at An Jie from a distance with a smile on his face, and his beautiful golden hair fluttered with the breeze.

"Uh...you are really..." An Jie knew the speaking habits of Americans. He thought that Catherine was really beautiful today, but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

This boy is still so bad at talking outside the court. Seeing An Jie's embarrassed look, Catherine smiled slightly. At the entrance of this slightly empty movie theater, it was the first time Catherine looked at a boy with some disrespect, a very tall boy.

Every day on the basketball court staring at his opponent or being stared at by the opposing player has no feeling, but now An Jie can't bear the fatal temptation brought by these blue eyes. He looked away in embarrassment, unable to continue to look at Catherine.

"Let's go in, it's getting windy." Catherine pointed to the cinema with her slender fingers.

"Oh! Okay! Let's go!" An Jie was still a little at a loss. He could make all kinds of jokes with Catherine in the bearded shop, but when he was alone with this girl, he found himself I don't even know what to say.

During the movie, the two finally broke through the embarrassment, and An Jie became more talkative as soon as he used the movie. At the end of the film, the tragic ending made some female viewers burst into tears, while some couples hugged each other. Only An Jie and Catherine were still sitting upright, watching each other with squinted eyes.

Maybe it's because Catherine's mother is Chinese, so she is not as open as other European and American girls. If Catherine had that kind of character, what An Jie is facing now might already be a stunner stuck to his face.

"Will you participate in the draft? If you don't participate, will you leave the United States?" Back at the door of the store, Catherine suddenly turned around and asked An Jie this question.

An Jie knew the meaning of this question. Although he was not good at communicating with girls, it didn't mean he was an idiot.

"I will find a way to stay in the United States. I like playing basketball, and I don't want to be here." An Jie didn't answer directly, but the meaning was already very clear.

Catherine stuck out her tongue, and nimbly rushed into the store. "I'm very happy tonight, thank you for the invitation."

After the two waved goodbye, they separated. If Anthony Ben knew this kind of ending, he would be very angry. An Jie actually wasted such a great opportunity.

However, reporters are everywhere all the time, and not all reporters are as clear-cut as Wu Hua. While they were happy, Catherine and An Jie didn't know that all their itineraries were photographed by an experienced guy.

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