Daniel said. âOf course not. Letâs do it. Itâs not like Iâm afraid of him.
Doris frowned. âSeriously? You guys wanted to play basketball now while in suits?â
âThatâs right! Take care of my jacket. Waylon tossed the jacket to Doris. He walked straight into the court.
Daniel had no choice but to follow him. He took off his jacket and gave it to Doris too.
Doris asked worriedly. âMr. Daniel, are you sure about it? Can you do it?â
Daniel refuted, âHow could you question a manâs ability? Do I look like I am losing?â
Doris fell silent. Alright. I shouldnât have said anything.
âHey! Do you mind if someone joins you guys?â Waylon asked the boys on the court.
They stopped and turned around. They were high schoolers, and they were tall. Both of them were about 511â³ tall. When Waylon walked closer, he had long legs and was obviously taller than them. He gave off an athletic vibe, and the boys were amazed at first sight.
They replied excitedly. âSure!â
Daniel unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up. He said, âCount me in as well!â
âHe shall be my teammate,â Waylon said, pointing at Daniel. He continued, saying, âYou guys shall team. up, and we can start the game.â
âAlright! Letâs go!â The boys accepted the challenge.
Doris carried the jackets and watched the match from the sidelines.
One of the boys was named Waylon. Waylon feinted the ball and tossed it to Daniel. He said, âHere you go!â
His pass was strong, and the boy failed to block it. However, Daniel couldnât catch the ball as well. He did not get to dodge the ball. It hit his face. It was painful, but he was not injured. For a split second, I thought that Waylon had done that on purpose. However, I have no evidence! We are playing basketball; itâs normal to get hit by the ball. I should be imagining things.
At the same time, Waylon blocked the boys from shooting the ball. He dribbled and did a graceful jump shot. It went in.
Their opponent praised, âDamn! Youâve got some skill!â
Waylon laughed. âThanks! Itâs a pity that my teammate didnât have it!â
Daniel shut his mouth. He is talking about me, isnât he?
Another game started, and the boy got the ball and shot. Waylon blocked the ball again and tossed it to Daniel.
Daniel hurriedly rushed to receive it. It seemed to be a normal pass. However, it became stronger and faster when it appeared in front of Daniel. Daniel was startled. What the hell is this? How did he make a pass like this? The ball hit his chest when he was hesitating. It was painful, and he nearly vomited.
Waylon frowned. âWhat are you doing? You couldnât catch a pass?â
Daniel was embarrassed. He could not make a fuss about the pain he felt from the pass. The boys were Laughing at him.
Waylon said, âWell, letâs stop here!â
The boys asked, âWe shouldnât! Arenât we having fun? Why are we stopping now?â
âCanât you see how useless my teammate is? Itâs spoiling my mood!â Waylon said it angrily.
Daniel did not dare to say a word.
They walked out of the basketball court. Waylon casually held the jacket on his shoulder. Daniel, on the other hand, put his coat on.
Waylon asked, âDonât you feel hot after playing the ball?â
Daniel replied, âNot reallyâ
âYou have to exercise more. Your body is too stiff.â
Daniel wanted to defend himself. He gave up as he recalled how skillful Waylon was when they were playing. He is indeed better than me in many aspects. Be it cooking or playing basketball. I was just stubborn enough to not accept my defeat.
Doris was trying to keep laughing. Mr. Adelmar is a meanie; he would mock anyone he wanted.