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Fruit or dessert, what will you choose?

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Story number 2

Well, I'm just learning how to write. If I make a mistake or forget to clean up somewhere. I'm sorry~

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“This orange is delicious,” were the words of a tall, nearly two meter tall man in a basketball tracksuit to a petite, slender woman with a model's face that didn't even reach her shoulders. He was eating a snack. The woman heard this and raised her head at the man and went to buy some snacks. Leaving the man standing alone with the orange he was unwrapping and eating.

"Ah...hold it for me." The woman who had bought two bags full of snacks held them in front of the young man who was eating the last orange. Looking at the many bags of snacks, he only shook his head lightly but accepted. They arrived politely and without saying a word returned to the walkway that the pair had walked through, filled with the sound of many people until they reached the stadium where the basketball finals were being held.

“Please bless me and let me take first place,” the young man said to the woman walking in front of him, but she didn't turn to answer his request and continued eating the dessert until the young man ran after her. Grabbed her bag of snacks and walked away into the stadium until she had to run after him. She ran after him until she collided with him who stopped walking.

“If you stop, tell us. And you can return my snacks,” the woman said as she reached for her own bag of snacks that the man was holding, but the young man turned and poked her nose and handed the bag of snacks back to her. He walked to his team's room and she saw this and walked to the cheering seats of the stadium.

“Sorry I'm late. Just a little busy,” the young man said as he changed his tracksuit top into a competition shirt in his school team's room until a female senior walked up and punched the man in the stomach, causing him to fall. He fell to the floor until the team members who were changing their clothes laughed. Until the woman who had punched him turned around and shouted at him, causing the man who was changing clothes to quickly turn around and change.

“Really, this important matter is always normal, hurry up and get up.” The woman turned to speak to the still-falling man before turning around and walking to the chair and opening the notebook to record the nakba's abilities. Others came to watch and pass the time while waiting for their own team's match.

“Another 5 minutes, why is it taking so long?” the woman who was munching on her snacks said out of boredom. She was supposed to go to a photo shoot but she canceled to come watch the competition of this man who had asked her to. She just sat there until a stranger touched her shoulder and had to turn around to see who was touching her shoulder.

“The bow in your hair fell off. I saw it fall when you were looking for a seat, so I picked it up for you.” The man who spoke held out a unique black and red bow that she couldn't help but hold out her hand to take, but she didn't say anything back. The man, who had already returned, went to find his own seat that was not too far from her. She looked at him.

“I thought it was a stalker.” She looked at the black and red bow in her hand before she put it into her bag of snacks and ate the snacks as she turned to look at the competition field where the athletes were competing. Skateball both The 2 teams walked to the side of the field. She scanned her eyes for the young man who was carrying the bag of snacks for her and soon found him.

His eyes didn't look like he was fighting, but when he realized that the girl who was cheering had turned to look at him, he turned and smiled at her. But she was unfazed by his smile and even looked at him indifferently.

“What, are you ignoring each other so much?” the young man muttered after seeing the expression of the other person who was sitting there ignoring him. I turned to see my teammates walking to the line and then abandoning myself until I had to rush to the line to pay my respects before the final match today. His adrenaline quickly increased, he was excited for this competition.

He had invited her to come watch him compete, he wanted to hear the cheering. I want encouragement from you. And the competition will start within a few minutes.

““Please be kind.””

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