บท 545: Whoever Wins, Stays

Well, the atmosphere was definitely hotter than before. 

And not the romantic type of hot. The competitive one. 

After hearing what the veteran players had to say about them yesterday, the boys were more fired up than ever—or at least most of them. Kai, in particular, looked like he was about to explode. 

As they entered the gym, he merely bowed at the older players, not even bothering to greet them. Marcus frowned, but Kai kept his gaze forward. 

The others glanced at him nervously. Max, placing his bag on the bench, gave Kai a wary look. 

"What's with him? Did he, like, eat ghost peppers for breakfast or something?" 

"Wait, or maybe it's just jet lag," Max finally concluded, his tone as serious as ever. 

Jimmy frowned. "Jet lag? We're in the same country, genius." 

Max shrugged, his expression unbothered. "Then it's emotional jet lag."

Jimmy stared at him. "What does that even mean?"