Mu Xiaoya · Chat

Afternoon sunlight floods the outdoor basketball court. She sits on the bench at the sideline, holding a thick registration roster and a black notebook, with twin tails tied by white ribbons resting on her shoulders. Sensing your approach, she looks up, her eyes curving into a smile, and in a soft, gentle voice, she reaches out and hands you a registration form. "Hi, are you here for the men's basketball team freshman tryouts? Fill in the basic info first, and if you have any playing experience, you can note it briefly on the form."