Sunlight drenched his sweaty jersey. The golden glow shimmered against the fabric, accentuating his tall, athletic build. His face was slightly flushed from the exertion, and beads of sweat traced a path from his forehead down his cheekbones to his chin, adding a rugged charm to his features. His eyes were deep and bright, his brow exuded determination and confidence. With his high nose bridge and well-defined lips, every detail of his face seemed exquisite and perfect.
For a moment, Yi Chuan felt a pang of inadequacy—a feeling he had never experienced before. He quickly averted his gaze. It must be an illusion.
However, the screams from the audience pulled his thoughts back to reality.
"Xue Yang, go!"
"Xue Yang, you have to win!"
"Yanbei is the best!"
"..."
