me and a divorced housewife

Chapter 17

It was the first time I touched a woman's feet, and dare I say, it was an indescribably wonderful feeling.

Of course, even though I had more to say, I still kept the time to a moderate length. If the time is too long, she should suspect my motives.

After pressing, I went to the refrigerator to get some ice cubes, packed them in plastic bags, then applied them to her feet, and wrapped them carefully with gauze.

After wrapping up, I looked up and found that she was staring at me intently. The strange thing is, she wasn't embarrassed, so I looked away first.

She smiled and said, "I didn't realize that, you are quite good at taking care of people."

"So-so." I replied casually, sitting there and continuing to watch the disc, but I couldn't devote myself to the tense plot at all.

She didn't speak either, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

"You still play basketball?" she asked.

This seems a bit deliberate, as if it was said specifically to break the atmosphere.

"Used to be on the school team," I said.

Of course, I'm not lying. I used to be on the school team, and my skills are not bad. I can be regarded as half of the main force. After all, my size is here.

"Really? I really didn't see it, so you must have played pretty well, right?" she said.

"Normal." I said politely.

"Then you must have been very attractive to girls when you were in school, right?"

Her sentence hit my sore spot. My original motivation to play basketball was because I watched the famous Japanese anime "Slam Dunk". It instilled in me a wrong concept. There will be girls who like it.Isn't it?Haruko likes even a dick guy like Hanamichi Sakuragi who has been dumped more than 50 times, which shows that this sport is indeed a good tool for picking up girls.

Therefore, I started to practice basketball hard without hesitation. With my natural height and hard training, my skills improved day by day, and I entered the basketball team without any surprise.

But it was later discovered that this was of no use!I didn't win any women over because I was good at basketball.After leaving school and entering the society, this skill is even less useful for picking up girls, and beautiful girls go to the rich.

"No." I smiled helplessly.

"No way?" she said, "When I was in school, boys who were good at basketball were liked by many girls."

"Actually, it depends on the face." I said, "It has nothing to do with the skill. If you are handsome, let alone playing basketball, there are still a lot of girls who like playing glass ball. You are average in appearance, but you can play well. Like Jordan, not single yet. Like me, typical."

She smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated."

At the end, she added, "I still like boys who love sports. I don't think it has anything to do with appearance. If you are tall and thin, as long as you wear sneakers on the court, you will look good."

My heart skipped a beat, did she have any hints?The tall and thin one is obviously me, and "it has nothing to do with looks" seems to be referring to me, right?
She probably also realized that the last sentence was somewhat ambiguous, so she stopped talking and watched TV, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward again.

"How's your first day at work today?" I had nothing to say.

"Very good." She said, "It went well. The boss still thinks highly of me. On the first day today, he gave me the position of deputy marketing director."

I was stunned and felt a little strange. I was paid a month's salary in advance in the first month of work, and was promoted on the first day of work. This is something I have never seen or heard of in my short career.

I felt a little strange in my heart, but I couldn't say it out, wouldn't it discourage her enthusiasm.

Perhaps, she is indeed capable of working, so there is something extraordinary about her.After all, I don't understand her work, nor her ability to work.

It turns out that my guess was correct.

(End of this chapter)