Because, in a way, it was just watered-down Gatorade.
Li Wei smiled but said nothing more.
The fifteen-minute break ended quickly, and the whistle blew to start the third quarter.
When Dexter Lawrence stepped back onto the turf of Hard Rock Stadium and got into his defensive stance, he suddenly felt that something was off.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but his thigh muscles, which should have felt filled with lead by this point, surprisingly seemed to have a little more power left to squeeze out.
His lungs, which had been heaving like a bellows, usually left him feeling like he couldn't get enough oxygen to his brain by the third quarter. But now, it seemed things were actually a little bit better.
It was a faint improvement, but it was definitely there.
'Could it be because of that sports drink?' a thought flashed through Lawrence's mind. 'Did that kid Li Wei really slip me some stimulants to mess with me?'
