Kai's hands were itching—incredibly so.
Their training had just finished, and he was feeling more upset than usual.
He had spent most of his time on the chair, throwing more than a hundred shots per session.
"Am I having withdrawal symptoms?" he muttered.
Lina, who was by her side, chuckled as soon as Kai said those words.
"Stop being so dramatic," Lina chimed. "It's only been a week. You don't want to stop playing basketball for the rest of your life, do you?"
Yuze, who was getting dressed behind Kai, froze as he felt his sore ankle. It was a daily occurrence to him, and he was almost used to it already.
It had definitely gotten a lot better, so he hadn't bothered to go back to his doctor.
"This is nothing," he muttered.
Compared to Kai, who had gotten hit by a car, his problem was nearly miniscule.
