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Rebound: A 2nd Chance

“I'll just force them to recognize and respect the blood and sweat that I'm dripping on the hardwood. Because I don't hold anything back. I leave everything out on the court." -Jason Yang. Ever since one fateful moment Jason had been hooked to basketball. The phrase “Ball is life” couldn’t be anymore true for Jason. He wasn’t born with any god given talent nor did he posses the body of a natural born athlete. The only thing Jason could rely on was his unbreakable will. But after ten years of not being able to make the jump to the professional level doubts begin to crawl into Jason’s mind for the first time. Just as he was at a turning point in his life Jason dies only to find that he has woken up twenty years in the past. Can he utilize his years of experience and the skills he developed as a collegiate player to make it to the professional level in this second chance at life? - - - Updates: I try for one chapter a day but sometimes life happens. Follow me on Instagram thegaji. I'll post previews for the next chapter as well post any updates if things happen. Shout outs to Kiiara who helped me by making this awesome cover for the story. If you like romance novels then check her story out :The Days When I’m With You. If you want to join a discord server where you can talk about Jaya's journey our basketball in general then join us. https://discord.gg/3EycZz33EQ

The_Gaji · Sports
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Money moves

Jason was in the same room that he had been in since the day had first started. Despite the situation that he was in his attitude seemed pretty relaxed as he surfed the internet on his phone.

'Ooh these shoes look pretty good. I wonder what colorways they have them in. That glacial white and sun gold colorway looks dope!

Should I buy it? I have the money but in a couple of months I probably won't fit them. I forgot how annoying it was to have growing feet.'

It had been over two hours since he had been isolated in the room but not an ounce of worry could be found on his face.

Just as he was about to add the shoes to his cart he turned his head to the door as he heard some people approaching.

There was a middle-aged man dressed in casual athletic wear followed by another middle-aged man in a suit and the marketing agent that had threatened him last night.