Arrogant Teammates

"Jonas, go wake up Luke for breakfast," Uncle Andres called from the door. Luke, just came back from the basketball court, heard Uncle Andres voice and responded with a simple word that he is awake already.

"Oh! You went out so early to play ball. You're sweating profusely. Go take a shower and then head to school after eating," Uncle Andres continued. "Alright, let's go now." After breakfast, Luke prepared for school.

As he reached the door, someone grabbed Luke's shoulder. Turning around, he found Uncle Andres saying, "Come on, kid. I believe you can win." After giving Luke a firm hug, Uncle Andres left.

A person's actions can be deceiving, but his eyes really can't deceive others. Besides, Uncle Andres is not an actor; Luke could see the true expression in his eyes and a confident smile. "Don't worry! I'm sure to win."

The uninformed little guy on the side looked confused, as he was just going to school and didn't expect such a scene.

Seeing Jonas like this, Luke felt inexplicably happy, laughed loudly, and left for school. He had planned to tell Jonas today about returning to Philippines after failing to compete for the starting spot.

Unexpectedly, a system interrupted, making Luke feel it was unnecessary to tell his best friend.

After dribbling the ball all the way and arguing with Jonas for 20 minutes, they arrived at school. Jonas went to class, while Luke went directly to the basketball court.

When Luke arrived at the basketball court, he glanced at the players to see who was there. To his surprise, he ran into an old acquaintance.

"Hey! It's you, buddy," a white man turned around, walked over with a surprised expression, and gave Luke a hug.

"You're also on this team; why haven't I seen you before?" the white man asked, confused.

"I used to be a substitute. It's normal that I was inconspicuous, and you didn't notice me," Luke replied calmly.

"Oh? The strength you showed last night was only on the bench, so why is this team still at the bottom all year round?" the white man expressed surprise.

This person was the big white shooter from early morning. Before Luke could reply, a harsh voice interrupted.

"His strength can only be used as a substitute. You actually think his skills are good? It seems that this year's high school freshman's strength is not that good." The speaker was the white point guard competing with Luke for the starting spot, a senior in high school, 1.85 meters tall and very light.

Although as an opponent, Luke didn't expect to hear good things, he didn't feel the need to give face to provocations.

While basketball is passionate to spectators, for players, going on the court is like entering a battlefield without the smoke of gunpowder. It's a do-or-die situation.

"This is sports competition. Look at you, full of confidence in yourself. Let's play 1V1 while the coach is away," Luke proposed, standing up, taking off his jacket, and revealing his training uniform.

Luke, who used to say no more than two sentences a day, surprised his teammates. The big white man, recalling Luke strength earlier, hesitated. However, remembering the mockery, he shouted, "1v1 people who don't dare are still here trying to find a sense of presence. You can't just play with your mouth."

Luke secretly gave him a thumbs up in his heart. His teammates gathered as the other party, reacting angrily, took off his coat and threw it on the floor, appearing quite impressive.

Nearly five minutes later, Luke also entered the second round of 1v1 with his opponent, and more and more people gathered around him. After all, the competition for the point guard had nothing to do with them.

With Luke making a seemingly simple breakthrough layup, the second round ended. At this time, the people around him kept cheering, another round, another round.

Listening to the people booing around him, Luke smiled and picked up the ball. When he was preparing for the third round, someone said, "Hello, coach, when did you come?" This sentence seemed to have magical power.

Luke was stunned for two seconds. In the third second, he and his opponent were the only two people left in the half court.

At this time, an old man about 60 years old, with hair that had turned gray, walked over with a kind smile.

He came to Luke, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Well done, I saw it just now."

Then the coach walked up to the white man who had lose twice in a row.

He also said with a kind face, patting the opponent on the shoulder, "Don't be discouraged. Basketball is a sport for five people. 1v1 can't explain much. Isn't there a team competition? You still have a chance."

Of course, looking at the blank look on the other party's face, the coach also knew that the other party wasn't listening. He shook his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Then he clapped his hands and shouted, and the whole team gathered.