Yuwen lounged on the sidelines, one foot propped on the bench, lazily chewing a piece of gum. His phone was in his hand, thumb scrolling as he half-watched the game. Every now and then, he’d bark at the players waiting to sub in—mostly just to hear his own voice.

“Try not to trip over your own feet this time!” he called, snickering as he flicked his camera open, ready for any incoming fails. His cap was shoved backward, a lock of hair poking through the strap as he grinned at the screen.

Man, this was comedy gold. But as he scrolled past the comments on his latest post, something sharp twisted in his stomach. He ignored it, stuffing another piece of gum in his mouth and turning back to the field.