The outcome had been determined.
Exhausted, Dariel lay sprawling on the floor, breathing heavily.
His calf and knee was throbbing in pain, with the deafening cheers of the Biddeford University students ringing in his ears. He could even vaguely see that students from their school were also jubilantly shouting and celebrating for Valentina.
Then his teammates came over to check on him and helped him up.
Limping, Dariel struggled even to walk, with a large patch of bruise on his knee and calf.
His teammate was curious, "How did you hurt your calf?"
It shouldn't be even possible to bruise the calf from falling.
Looking at the miserable Dariel, Valentina made a nonchalant remark, "On the court, physical collisions are inevitable."
Dariel looked at her without uttering
