Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

217 Practice makes perfect. [Flashback]

A few nights ago, Atlas woke up earlier than usual. He slowly sat up, scratching his head, realizing he was waking up not on his bed. Seeing his family sleeping soundlessly in the family room, the initial panic in his heart quickly dispersed.

'Right,' he told himself, glancing at his second brother sleeping on his side. 'Slater suggested that we'd sleep together."

Atlas was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as the movie started. A sigh slipped past his lips as gloominess crept into his heart. Thinking about his first practice game with the basketball team, he felt pathetic. He gained this new respect toward Hugo and his teammates, but at the same time, Atlas knew he would drag the entire team down.

'But I can't take back what was said now, can I?' he wondered, gazing at Hugo before Atlas quietly slipped away.

Atlas stretched for a bit and walked out of the family room.

It was still early, but he could already hear some chefs from the kitchen. The smell of coffee also. wafted through his nostrils. But Atlas wasn't truly the type to eat right after waking up; he wasn't like Penny. Hence, Atlas went out for a morning walk. Fortunately, even though some of his muscles ached, it wasn't as severe as he imagined.

For some reason, Atlas found himself in the little basketball court the team set up in the mansion.

Picking up the ball, he gazed at it and sighed.

“Basketball is harder than I thought,” he mumbled, snapping his eyes to the ring. Atlas shot the ball, but the ball bounced off the ring. His face twitched, jogging to get the ball.

Again, Atlas tried shooting it from where he was, but to no avail.

he wondered, casting the huge basket full of balls. He dragged it closer

ball would either bounce off the ring or completely miss it. There were times when the

even score even. with others blocking them. Yet, Atlas

intuitively turned his head, only to see hist father smiling. The first thing he saw was Charles's bed hair, making it appear his terrible haircut look worse. Charles placed down his mug of coffee on the ground and approached. He

217 Practice makes perfect.

stopping beside

as an extension of your body..." he explained, standing in position

he tossed the ball. Before the ball could even

like an arrow. This

last syllable rolled out of his tongue, Atlas caught the ball enter the ring from the corner of his eyes. Both father and son slowly turned to the ball, watching it bounce on the ground a few times. "See?" Charles chuckled. "Son, you might not be athletic, but this should

closest ball to him. "Let's see, he said, mimicking the position his

ball still bounced off the

much better, so if your keep

at his father dejectedly before he sighed. "Dad,

Atlas slid his eyes

deeply. "Atlas, you're hurting your father's feelings!" z And Charles's

to kill time. I used to play basketball when I was around your age with my friends," Charles summarized. "At one

why did you change

and laughed. "Because your grandfather and I aren't on good terms,

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