Chapter 4

The coach was always serious, and the others didn't dare make a sound.

Though I didn't understand why, I did it again.

After watching, the coach thought for a moment, then asked me to take off my shoe and give it to him.

He examined it carefully and pointed to a subtle detail.

"What's wrong with your shoe? The sole is higher on one side than the other. The left sole looks like it cracked and someone just stuffed something in there randomly."

Others crowded around to look, amazed. "It really is! You can't even tell without looking closely! Coach, how did you know?"

The coach said, "When I watched Maya do the snatch just now, something seemed off about her lower limb alignment."

"It's fine short-term, but long-term misalignment will definitely cause disorder or even wear in all the joints."

The lifespan of joints is the lifespan of an athlete's career.

Fortunately, the coach noticed. Even I would have difficulty detecting such a slight change in alignment.

The coach frowned at me again. "Maya, you're not so afraid of spending money that you won't throw away broken shoes, are you?"

"If you need money, ask me! If I see you wearing these garbage shoes again, I'll throw them away myself!"

The coach was strict, but he treated the team members very well.

In my previous life, when I drew the red lot and was forced to quit school, the coach urgently sought out many leaders and personally vouched for me, trying to keep me on the team.

Although I was eventually forcibly taken away by Mom, I've always been grateful to the coach.

My teammates also looked worried. "Maya, if you're out of money, tell us. Don't ruin your health. Everyone's counting on you to get results."

"Mm, don't worry." I comforted them.

I looked at the shoes, my eyes darkening.

I should know who did this.

Sure enough, a few days later, when I went to the locker room to change shoes, I heard a strange sound.

I picked up the sneaker and turned it upside down.

Clink! Clink!

Sharp nails fell out one by one.

Melody probably thought that just damaging my shoe heel was too slow, so she went big and stuffed nails into my shoes!

Looking closely, some of the nails even had rust on them!

If I wasn't careful and stepped on them, at minimum I'd get stabbed, at worst I'd get tetanus!

Melody knew that soon, the national team would come to select people.

Once you enter the national team, you become a candidate for the Olympics.

No matter what, even if she had to use every method possible, Melody didn't want me to be selected by the national team!

I picked up a nail and with a light effort, broke it in half.

......

A few days later, a piercing shriek erupted from the locker room.

"What happened?" Everyone was startled and rushed over.

Inside, my sneakers lay tossed across the floor. And in Melody's hand was a huge mousetrap!