In the morning, Uesugi Yasuyuki woke up as usual, opening his eyes to see the familiar ceiling.
He turned his head to look at the other side of the room. Lin Guanglai was still lying in bed, not up yet — this was unlike him, Uesugi Yasuyuki thought to himself.
After all, whether it's regular training or match days, Lin Guanglai is always among the first few in the team to wake up — outsiders might think his achievements are due to talent; but Uesugi Yasuyuki, who has been inseparable from Lin Guanglai since junior high, knows that in terms of effort, he is at least just as diligent, if not more.
Getting out of bed, Uesugi Yasuyuki walked to the window of the dormitory, noticing a faint mist on the glass; wiping away the mist with his hand and looking outside, Uesugi Yasuyuki frowned.
"It's raining... and it looks like it's coming down quite hard. Can today's game still be played..."
Just as he was thinking this, the door of the room sounded.
