Alice’s POV
William's muscles were exquisitely proportioned and perfect, not like bodybuilders that give you a jarring visual impact. Instead, they made you marvel at how those muscles found their place – just a bit more would be too bulky, and a bit less wouldn't suffice. It was the right balance of sexiness.
In this moment, William was helmet-less, his golden hair tousled by the wind, giving him a fresh and manageable look. But my mind was filled with snippets from a video – the end of a training session where William walked to the resting area and picked up a water bottle. Everyone thought he was going to drink from it, but no one expected the bottle to be tipped over his head, giving all the viewers a huge surprise.
Droplets cascaded down his hair, trailed across his handsome and profound features, and glided over his taut, well-defined neck. His black short-sleeved shirt clung to his drenched body, mapping each inch of muscle.
Athletic.
Robust.
Solid.
Lines that were full and defined, inviting the gaze to trace along inviting contours, adhering to the human body's most flawless structure.
The video was shot in summer, under the blazing sun. However, it was released in late October, yet it still left Nataly and me flushed and breathless, panting as if we had just sprinted 800 meters on a scorching day.
Oh my god, I snapped back to reality, my face burning like never before. But there was no damp hair here, no clinging shirt.
Only the stadium screen was showcasing his spectacular moments from the final match.
I closed my eyes, wishing for a biting chill, a sudden drop in temperature.
But where was the wind? I could only hear the complaints of the girls behind me.
"Come on, I've watched the final at least a dozen times. The camera should focus on William. I've waited in line for two hours just to have this chance; I don't want to miss a single second of it."
"Yeah, the whole screen should be his face!"
"No, it has to be his whole body; his physique is incredibly sexy," one of the girls exclaimed.
I felt relieved; it seemed I wasn't the only one feeling that unusual heart flutter. Well, it made sense.
Rather than calling today the White Wolves' celebration, it felt more like William's personal show.
Concentrating all the spotlight on one person like this, it was hard not to feel a flutter in the heart.
Standing in the center of the field, William raised the championship trophy high, and the audience responded with warm gazes and cheers.
I couldn't help but jest, "Why do I feel like William is the king, and we're his subjects?"
"No, Alice, he's the prince," Nancy replied, her lips curling as she gazed at the field.
"I heard that the team will have a celebration party at William's mansion next week. How wonderful! I really want to go, but sadly, no one I know has received an invitation. I really wish I could go. An extravagant and lively party in the 'castle' must be amazing."
I smirked, "You'll have to wear a crystal shoe to attend and deliberately leave one behind."
Nancy chuckled at my playfulness and joined in the imagination, "Absolutely, and since my family runs a farm, I could turn pumpkins into a carriage. Then I'd be Cinderella with a phoenix twist!"
Nancy's family was in the South, both of her parents were farmers. Originally, she had invited me to spend Christmas with her family, and I was really looking forward to it.
We had even planned to go to Los Angeles for a trip and to watch a game after Christmas.
However, my plans were put on hold when I was called back home.
"But Alice, we can only dream, while William is a bona fide prince." Indeed. I looked back at the field.
Some people were just born lucky, having everything handed to them from birth. And just as if the photographer had heard the complaints from the stands, they suddenly focused the camera on William. Instantly, the girls' screams became the main melody of the stadium. He was truly incredibly popular...
Suddenly, I grabbed my friend's shoulder and exclaimed, "Nancy, I just thought that we should apply for an exclusive interview with the White Wolves!"
Nancy was taken aback by my bold statement, asking in a daze, "What?"
"I mean, after the event ends, we should rush back and send an email requesting an interview opportunity. Once it's successful, the interview will definitely be published in the school newspaper! Absolutely, I mean absolutely!"
I was currently a freshman majoring in journalism at ST University.
A few days ago, I finally passed the application for the school newspaper internship, which allowed me to formally submit articles to the newspaper.
If the submitted articles were published, it would greatly benefit my internship assessment.
Don't underestimate the influence of the school newspaper; ST University's newspaper consistently ranked in the top three in terms of circulation among local newspapers.
Its readers included not only students and faculty of the university but also local residents and even parents of ST students from all over the United States.
For journalism students, the school newspaper was a perfect springboard into the field of journalism.
Generally, internships were more common for sophomores or juniors, as freshmen lacked specialization and were already burdened with assignments.
Few were as eager as I was. My sense of urgency was simple.
In the United States, breaking into the news industry required several times more effort than in other fields, and even then, success was uncertain.
"It's impossible!" Nancy immediately countered.
"Do you know how much influence a national championship carries? Do you realize how many television stations are lining up for their approval?"
I nodded, "I know."
"Moreover, the players are arrogant and conceited, looking down on others, and the team is difficult to deal with. They were already the most challenging sports group to get along with in the school even before winning the championship. Now that they have won, they won't even bother with us."
College sports leagues have a massive influence throughout the United States, generating immense revenue and creating numerous stars.
The four major events – football, basketball, baseball, and ice hockey – attract millions of viewers, and the influence of many college star athletes often surpasses that of actors and singers.
And in the U.S., the popularity and influence of football far surpass the other three sports.
Winning the championship in college football's national tournament is an incredibly prestigious achievement in the sports realm.
I nodded, acknowledging that Nancy's words were absolutely accurate. "I know it's difficult, but we have to give it a shot. We've only been in school for half a month, and so far, no one in the school newspaper has interviewed them. Everyone thinks they're hard to approach, so no one has tried. Isn't this our best opportunity?"
"…Alice."
"Nancy, trust me. An interview with the White Wolves will definitely be published. If we secure this, we can confidently pursue more news."
"Fine, your proposal is too hard to refuse!" With a goal in mind, we also found renewed motivation, especially since our target was the entire White Wolves team!
Slightly connected to the White Wolves, Nancy's excitement grew.
She recalled the gossip about the cheerleading squad that she roommate Joe had mentioned during the first week of school.
The cheerleading squad recruited twice a year, and Joe was preparing for this semester's recruitment.
"Alice, do you know? The White Wolves' cheerleading squad is about to change captains this semester, and it's going to be especially intense. Because everyone seems to assume that whoever becomes the new cheerleading captain will have a chance with William."
After all, a sexy and captivating cheerleading captain and a handsome and powerful quarterback were naturally a perfect match.
After a few seconds of silence, she realized there was no response. Nancy turned to me and found that I had unconsciously shifted my gaze back to the field, not hearing a word she said.
And the object of my attention was William.
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