"He plays basketball as a hobby. Even if he doesn't play anymore, he can still go home and squander money. You play basketball for a living and to earn money. Besides, it's just a tryout. No one knows if you’ll make the team.” Sydney looked at the boy with eyes full of pity. "You poor, poor thing."
"Y-You!" The boy's mother went ashen with anger.
Jayden watched Sydney snub them with a calm face. He felt incredibly satisfied when he saw them choke with anger and turned pale.
Seeing her coming toward him, he shivered and almost rushed forward, pulling her coat sleeves and begging in a small voice, "I really want to play basketball. Don't let Hunter take me away. Let me take part in the tryout.”
"When did I say I’ll let Hunter take you away?” Sydney tilted her head at him. "Or do you want to leave with him?"
Jayden was stunned. "T-Then why is he...?”
"He drove me here."
"Oh.” Jayden patted his chest. "I thought he was here to drag me back. That scared me to death."
Sydney ignored him and went over to shake hands with the coach. "Hello, I'm Jayden's sister. I'm sorry. I was busy at the office, so I could only come over now."
"It’s okay since you're here now."
After shaking hands, the coach brought the contract to Sydney. "Jayden is a great talent. He'll definitely pass the tryout! Don't worry about him and just leave him to me. I'll take good care of him."
Sydney smiled. "I'm assured by your words."
She flipped through the contract and was just about to sign, but the parents behind her shouted, "I watched them play basketball earlier. Jayden's skills are mediocre and not as good as my son's. Why should he participate in the tryout?"
"Yeah, I also saw that he didn't play well!"
The coach calmly explained to the parents, "I'm the coach, so I know better than you how the students are playing. Jayden is a good player..."
"Oh, you always praise him. I've never seen you praise anyone else." Another parent said, "You're making us feel that it's unfair.”
"Exactly. Would you want our sons if they’re not good at basketball?"
"Coach, did his brother talk to you beforehand?" a parent asked. The implication in her words was crystal clear.
"You... That's rubbish!" Jayden almost cussed. His teeth gnashed when he spoke in anger, "I'm just good at playing basketball. What has that got to do with my brother? Don't slander me!"
"We don't think you play very well either, Jayden." Several boys who signed the tryout contract also chimed in.
"Hey, you guys..." The coach was afraid that saying something would start a war.
Seeing the coach’s frustrated and helpless look, Sydney narrowed her eyes and put down the pen. She shouted at Jayden, "Jayden, since your classmates think you can't play basketball, why don’t you have a match?"
She also looked at the boys. "Best of three. How does that sound?"
"Bring it on!" They were also picked by the national team coach and their skills were nothing to sniff at, so they were naturally unafraid to play with Jayden.
"Great." Sydney looked at the coach apologetically. " I'm going to have to keep you a little longer.”
The coach saw Sydney mediate the scene and sighed in relief. "It's okay. I also want to observe them again and see which position they’re best suited for."
Soon, the coach arranged the number of people on both sides and their respective positions.
Sydney took a towel for Jayden to wipe his hands. "
Play well. If you win, I'll help you sign the tryout contract. If you lose, we'll be ashamed together, and you might get a slap when you go home."
Then, she added, "If you lose, they'll think that they're right and you can only join the tryouts using connections. You'll also embarrass your brother.”
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