About

I moved down to the countryside where my maternal grandmother lives to escape the city environment and trouble with school friends. Since I visited often as a child, I knew the roads well. Fleeing the city, that small village became my salvation. It was full of bugs, hot, and had nothing trendy. Still, it wasn't a total backwater. It was a village completely dedicated to sports. A short walk away was a soccer field, right next to it a gym, a little further a larger sports complex, and a park beside that. Even the private academies were mostly for sports. Anyway, I settled into the house my grandmother gave me. While moving my luggage, I saw a young man working in the fields with the elderly folks. The moment I saw him, my jaw dropped. He was stunningly handsome. But who would have guessed? That man turned out to be a senior at the school I transferred to.