The Shizi Dogs sat scattered on the bleachers, their usual chatter subdued as they watched Kai on the bench.
"It's not like him at all," Shang said, his brows furrowed.
Jet crossed his arms. "He's usually the one dishing out slaps, not getting them. And, if it's Max doing the slapping, then you know it's serious."
Jinping turned to him with raised eyebrows. "You're not even close to Max. How do you know that it's more serious?"
"We played together!" Jet defended himself.
"Barely," Jinping smirked. "You weren't part of the starting players then."
Jet clicked his tongue. "Ah, whatever. Kai's not looking good. Just take it as that."
Andy leaned forward, concern seen on his face. "I think he's scared."
"What for?" Jinping muttered. "It's not like he's lacking in skill. He's not a stranger to these tournaments, too. Honestly, I thought he would be more excited."