"Mr. Ji has arrived."
Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed excitedly.
Then, pairs of eyes, one after another, all uniformly turned towards the entrance of the basketball court.
The tall man, wearing a No. 8 white jersey, was at the end of the team and seemed out of place compared to the other teachers, both in age and aura.
Noticing he was being watched, he slowly moved his gaze away from the crowd, from the girl's radiant smiling face.
While walking, he bowed his head to adjust the wristband on his wrist, and during that moment of bowing, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
On his usually cold face, a smile bloomed like spring flowers, making even his steps more joyful.
"So handsome."
"How can someone be so handsome and look so young? He doesn't seem like a teacher at all—more like a student, so sunny."
"What should I do, my heart feels like it's stopped."
