When Harry Lane returned to the bench, the Titans cheered again, and Yang Cheng nodded, saying, "Well done, kid."
Harry smiled, too tired to speak. He just grabbed his sports drink and chugged it down. He was truly exhausted. During training, he could pace himself or take a moment to adjust.
But this kind of competition was different. As a forward, you’re constantly fighting for position on offense to gain an advantage or crash the boards. On defense, you’re in a perpetual physical war with the opponent to keep the rim safe.
In the three minutes he was on the court, Harry was exerting full-force effort every single second. Even a moment of slackening meant the defensive line would collapse, so he had to hold firm.
Harry took two big gulps before he could finally catch his breath.
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