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.

going in?" he wondered, casting the huge basket full of balls. He dragged

the ring or completely miss it. There were times when the ball would circle the ring before it would fall

the basketball team would even score even. with others blocking them. Yet, Atlas didn't even have anyone to stop him from scoring, but he kept

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 picked up

217 Practice makes perfect.

way, stopping beside

should hold the ball like this, treat the ball as an extension of your body..."

jumped a little, he tossed the ball. Before the ball could

ball like an arrow. This is not

turned to the ball, watching it bounce on the ground a few times. "See?" Charles chuckled. "Son, you might not be

he wordlessly picked the closest ball to him. "Let's see, he said,

ball still bounced off the

is much better, so if your keep practicing, you'll eventually control your body and the strength of

sighed. "Dad, how come you're also good at

mind I asked." Atlas slid his

"Atlas, you're hurting your father's feelings!" z

then, playing sports is the only way to kill time. I used to play basketball when I was around your age with my

you change

and laughed. "Because your grandfather and I aren't on good terms, and he doesn't want me to play for

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