"We should have you practice," Shao said calmly.
Jai's head turned fast, eyes locking in Shao's direction—but Shao never once looked back at him.
Not even a glance.
Jai's chest tightened. His teeth pressed together hard.
"I said I can do it, so I will do it," he snapped, voice sharp.
"It's better to practice," Shao replied again, like he hadn't heard him the first time. Like it wasn't up for debate. Like Jai's words meant nothing.
He still wouldn't look at him.
Jai's anger flared hot. He could feel it rising behind his eyes, burning down the back of his throat. The man was completely ignoring him. Like he wasn't even in the room.
"You—!"
"Hey, hey," Yunfeng came up quickly, sliding in beside him with a hand lightly on his arm. "What he said is true. We should have you practice. It's not a bad thing, Jai."
Jai grumbled under his breath, pulling his arm away. "Yeah, yeah…"
