Inside the men's restroom, Fu Jinglin splashed a handful of cold water on his face, then stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes rimmed with red. He knew he wasn't playing well, that he wasn't giving it his all. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he simply couldn't summon the will. The thought that they weren't coming to watch drained all the fight from him, leaving him with no passion for