No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1930: Hayes Edwards Extra (87)
"Weren’t those toys in my room supposed to be thrown out? Why are they still there?"
Mother Edwards, watching TV, replied, "Those are your childhood toys. Keeping them as a memento is nice, it’s such a waste to throw them away."
Mother Edwards is quite nostalgic, she keeps things like Hayes Edwards’s old clothes, used baby bottles, and videos of him singing and dancing.
She likes to take them out and look at them from time to time.
Hayes Edwards grabbed a drink from the fridge, twisted open the cap, and took a couple of sips, saying casually, "They take up too much space there."
Mother Edwards couldn’t take her eyes off the exciting drama on the TV, "It’s just a box of toys. If you feel they take up space, I’ll have your dad move them to the storage room downstairs some day."
No matter what, Mother Edwards had no intention of throwing away that box of toys.
Hayes Edwards couldn’t be bothered, "Whatever."
After all, it’s just... a box of toys.
Hayes Edwards changed his shoes at the door.
Mother Edwards asked, "Where are you going?"
Hayes Edwards said, "Going downstairs to play ball."
After dinner, the sky outside had completely darkened, lacking the day’s heat, and a faint sense of lively bustle in the community could still be felt.
Mother Edwards focused intently on the TV, casually instructed, "Come back early."
"Got it."
Hayes Edwards picked up the basketball set aside and headed out the door.
Several friends who grew up with him lived in the same neighborhood, so whenever there was a holiday, they would arrange to play basketball together downstairs.
Because it was a holiday, there were many people in the community downstairs. After playing for a while, Hayes Edwards and Harry Huston sat on a nearby bench chatting.
As they talked, someone mentioned, "Do you guys remember Grace Winter?"
Grace Winter.
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone instinctively glanced in Hayes Edwards’s direction.
He leaned back on the bench, hands propped up behind his head, staring up at the pitch-black night sky.
Tonight, there was no moonlight, nor any starlight.
Seeing he didn’t react, Harry Huston quickly changed the topic to their middle school days, "Back then, Brother Edwards was so amazing, played so well in the basketball match that he made the faces of the third-year team go pale."
"Exactly, that basketball game back then won over so many girls’ hearts for Brother Edwards."
"Brother Edwards’s title as the campus heartthrob wasn’t for nothing."
Recalling the past feels like it was just yesterday, yet some names might already be forgotten.
Since Hayes Edwards’s sophomore year of high school until now, two years have passed. Two years, which seem long, yet also quite short.
Before the start of term, Hayes Edwards packed his luggage to leave, instinctively glancing at the door across.
That door remained tightly shut, the layer of dust seemed to have thickened, she still hadn’t returned.
In his sophomore year of college, Hayes Edwards participated in the school’s basketball competition, sporting a vibrant red jersey, full of youthful vitality, exuberant and carefree, in almost an instant, he stirred many girls’ hearts.
After that day, as the campus heartthrob, Hayes Edwards received confessions almost daily, yet he accepted none, always cold and indifferent.
Even his roommates joked about it, saying he wasn’t interested in even the campus beauties, maybe he had his eyes on someone closer.
No matter how others teased, Hayes Edwards remained single until his junior year.
At a weekend gathering, a group was playing and chatting lively, some girls frequently glanced towards Hayes Edwards, wanting to approach but hesitated, nudging each other back and forth.
