The sports festival had brought a lively energy to the school.
The sound of excited chatter echoed across the corridors, accompanied by the faint whistles of referees and the occasional announcements over the speakers.
The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the school grounds, while colorful flags fluttered in the breeze.
Inside the locker room, Adam stood in front of his locker, deep in thought.
His friend Leo had just left after their conversation.
Adam's words had reassured him, but Leo's faith in him added a sense of pressure that Adam couldn't ignore.
Leo had said, "I trust you completely. If you're this confident, you must have a solid plan. Good luck."
After Leo left, Adam opened his bag, pulling out his sports attire—a crisp white shirt and matching white shorts that ended just above his knees.
The contrast with his usual school uniform, a bright pink shirt with green pants, felt almost symbolic.