Weight On Kai

A thousand thoughts ran through Kai's mind. 

So, it wasn't sabotage after all. 

As Mr. Liang ordered him to shoot once more, Kai focused on Fernando's movements more intently. 

His eyes were glued to Fernando's every movement—nonchalant, grumpy, and never showing much emotion except for constant displeasure. 

The ball left Kai's hands, and there it was—the observation he merely guessed a few moments ago coming to life. 

Fernando's hands, steady as they tried to seem, held a slight tremor when he adjusted his rifle. It was faint, just a momentary fumble, but it was there. 

And Kai didn't miss it.

His fists clenched, glancing at the torch basket at the far end of the gym. 

It was a pretty long distance—impressive, really, how he'd managed to sink it every time. 

Mr. Liang was impressed by his consistency, too. However, he was displeased that they had never once lit the torch on fire, so that feeling was quickly overshadowed.