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.

it's not going in?" he wondered, casting the huge basket full of balls. He dragged it

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

blocking them. Yet, Atlas didn't even have anyone to

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

217 Practice makes perfect.

way, stopping beside

ball as an extension of your body..." he explained, standing in position with the ball up. "... and then shoot

little, he tossed the ball. Before the ball could even go into the ring, he faced Atlas with a

just throw the ball like an arrow. This is not a

moment the 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

father before he wordlessly picked the closest ball to him. "Let's

still bounced

okay!" Charles tapped his shoulders mildly. "That pose is much better, so if your keep practicing, you'll eventually control your

glanced at his father dejectedly before he sighed. "Dad, how

mind I asked." Atlas slid his eyes to the corner.

deeply. "Atlas, you're hurting your

guys have. So, back then, playing sports is the only way to kill time. I used to play basketball when I was around your age with my friends," Charles summarized. "At one point, I even thought I wanted to

you change your

his chin and laughed. "Because your grandfather and I aren't on

you went