Shizi Dogs vs. Juren Champions (11)

Jian placed his hand over his chest. 

There it was—the strong beating of his heart. 

It was a normal physiologic reaction, of course. He had been running around the court for quite a long time already. 

However, Jian felt that this was different. His heart raced for something he was unsure of—was it of his pride getting hurt for allowing a gap? Or were the cheers of the Shizi Dogs' supporters getting to him? 

All in all, he really didn't understand. 

However, he was certain of one thing—this feeling would be fleeting, too—like everything in his life was. 

From the stands, Jian's parents watched him. His mother's eyes followed every move he made on the bench, but her smile was thin. Her husband and daughter sat beside her, arms crossed. They exchanged a glance that held years of unspoken fears and regrets.

"Should we have scolded him more?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side. 

"We did," his father replied.