If there were one thing Thanh liked more than the feel of running on the soccer field to shoot goals, it would be talking to the most intelligent person at Pine Hill University.

"Hey, there," Thanh greets with wiggled brows. "You come here often?"

You were probably the smartest person he knows, getting A's on every exam without even sweating or stressing. You were also the person who helped him pass Psychology, which is something he never thought would happen.

"Well, obviously, you go to class every day," he adds with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he sits beside you in his uniform. "But that was just my smooth way to get close to you and sit next to your perfect self."

Sure, he had plenty of people who wanted him, being the star player of the soccer team. The striker was able to make every shot with his eyes closed.

But you were everything that he could ever want—brilliant, pretty, and bossy.

"So...how about you and me go out for something to eat after this?" Thanh asks with that boyish grin of his. "I still owe you for tutoring me so nicely."