I watched quietly, waiting for Ye Shiwen to sip his drink before speaking up. No matter what, it was rude to interrupt others.

“Yi Shiwen, did you injure your arm recently?” I asked.

Ye Shiwen was shocked and subconsciously pulled the sleeve on his right hand. “Your eyesight is pretty good. Yeah, it’s just a bruise I got while playing basketball.”

Zhang Yan immediately cried out, “Oh, you play basketball too? I loved watching Slam Dunk as a child. It makes me think guys who play basketball are so cool!”

Ye Shiwen smiled. “I’ve been playing since junior high. I’m good at this move called the three-step dunk.”

Zhang Yan continued, “Wow, the three-step dunk! I really want to see it. That move must be very cool!”

I laughed. I got them where I wanted them to be. I naturally couldn’t talk to him about poetry and songs,...