China vs. USA (6)

"Kai is coming back." 

"Is he alright now?" 

Shang smirked, watching as Kai made his way back to the court. His hands gripped his knees for a moment before straightening up. 

"He doesn't look ready," Caishen murmured. 

Shang clicked his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Ah, it's clear that you weren't here last year." 

"What do you mean?" Caishen asked. 

"It's normal for players to have slumps. Kai rarely had one, but every time he did, he stepped back. And the moment he comes onto the court once more, he's going to devour." 

Mingze nodded in agreement. "The other team needs to watch out for him now." 

Caishen pursed his lips and focused his gaze on Kai. 

The fire in his eyes was unmistakable. The noise of the crowd had dulled in his mind. 

Fundamentals. 

That was what Jonathan Samson had always emphasized. 

Flashiness didn't matter if the basics could shine even brighter.