Seeing Wade's smile, Hansen walked over and opened his arms for a big hug.
"Need a warm-up?" Wade went straight to the point after greeting.
Hansen shook his head, took off his jacket, and began a one-on-one with Wade.
Besides on-court encounters, it had been years since they played like this off-court.
Now, Wade was no longer a match for Hansen, but he played until he had no energy left.
Time seemed to go back eight years, only their roles were reversed.
After the game, they sat on the sidelines, and Wade handed Hansen water: "I heard you have a Breakfast Club?"
From his tone, it seemed he wanted to join.
Hansen subconsciously glanced at Wade's knee.
Following Hansen's gaze, Wade patted his knee proudly and said, "I'm experiencing a second spring with it."
Of course, he couldn't have the explosiveness of his peak, but he could still maintain a threat with his moves.
That wasn't from explosiveness but from rhythm.
