Chapter 88
In the men’s washroom, Tyler splashed some cold water onto his face before staring at his own reflection in the mirror with reddened eyes. He knew he didn’t perform well during the competition, nor did he unleash his full
potential.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do that, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do that as soon as he recalled the fact
that none of them came to watch him compete. That drained him of his enthusiasm, so he felt no passion
toward the competition.
“Liars! They broke their promise even though they told me they would come!” Tyler punched the marble wall beside the mirror as tears rolled in his eyes. Suddenly, his phone began ringing in his.pocket. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger while retrieving his phone. “Hello?”
“Fuller, the third section of the match will be starting. Are you ready?” his teammate asked.
Tyler seemed a little down as he spoke. “Okay.”
“Come back then.” With that, his teammate hung up.
Tyler tucked his phone away to walk out of the washroom. As soon as he got out of it, someone detained him.
“What’s occupying your mind?”
That voice! Tyler’s pupils contracted as he whirled around. When he saw the man who was leaning against the wall beside the washroom, he was overjoyed. “Toby! You’re finally here!” After Toby grunted in response, Tyler sniffled. His voice broke a little when he said, “When did you arrive? I thought you weren’t going to come.”
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“I will come since I already promised to watch you compete. However, I got delayed because of a traffic jam. I’m sorry” Toby rubbed Tyler’s hair.
Taking a step back, Tyler complained, “I’m not a kid anymore. Don’t rub my hair.”
A smile tugged on Toby’s lips. “Alright, I won’t do that. However, I need you to tell me why you performed so
poorly. I know you can perform way better than that.”
“It’s all your fault.” Tyler huffed. “You didn’t watch me compete.”
brow. He thought Tyler underperformed because something was bothering him, but he didn’t expect that Sonia and his absence was the reason behind it. “You’re childish
official competition, so I was really looking forward to your attendance-Hold on, how did you know I also invited Sonia? I don’t recall ever telling you
amusing. “It’s just as you
“Great!” Tyler started clapping.
the upcoming section
get it! I will do my best and win the competition!”
stoic expression. “Great. Remember what you said. Other than that, I hope this will be the last time something
promise while sticking his chest
first competition. However, that
begin soon.” Toby gave Tyler a pat on the
disappeared into the distance that Toby wheeled around to return to
no longer as depressed. Instead, he was so full of energy that he managed to miraculously
team.
up to wave at the audience. The audience began
at the sight of it. “It seems like
but he immediately schooled his
he’s feeling better.”
visibly dumbfounded. “Is
“Yup.” Toby nodded.
pout, Sonia mumbled, “That’s childish of
tugged on
to each other as they
of place, especially when
stood out
the competition that pointed their cameras at the two of
both the man and the woman
they a couple? They look like
only one who thinks that they look familiar? Have I seen
of similar comments, but the discussion didn’t last
the competition was
court, leading his teammates on an assault to even the scores. The atmosphere in the auditorium was tense as they were quickly catching up to their opponent. The audiences were clenching their fists
of over ten thousand spectators, Tyler threw the ball, which went through the hoop just as expected. The whistle was blown, and the score shown on the
“Yeah!”
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