He desperately, desperately wanted to win, wanted to defy fate and change destiny.
But at this moment, he couldn't calm his mind; he couldn't get himself into the zone.
The more restless he felt inside, the harder it was to find serenity; his heart raced wildly.
He looked over at Gan Guoyang; as always, Gan Guoyang's face was as calm as a still lake, though storms brewed in his heart.
Jordan wanted so badly to know what Gan Guoyang was thinking, how he truly felt.
Was it anxiety? Happiness? Pride? But there was no way to tell.
In truth, when you start guessing your opponent's mindset, it often means you're already on the defensive.
Gan Guoyang didn't bother contemplating Jordan's mood; instead, he walked over to chat with him.
"Michael, I sped here at noon today. I'm not afraid of speeding tickets anymore."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe it or not, I don't care anymore. You can't scare me again."
"We'll see about next time."
"No."
