"Then let's play him." Josse's friend laughed.
"OK."
"Come on, kid. Let me see what you've got." Josse took the basketball his friend handed him and bounced it a few times.
Su Yang quickly walked up to Josse. By then, the others had already left the court and were standing outside, watching the show.
On the other side, Monate was also dribbling between his legs while watching Su Yang and Josse.
Su Yang looked at the basketball in Josse's hands. "You serve."
Josse gave a disdainful laugh, tossed the ball to Su Yang, then walked outside the three-point line. "If I serve, you won't get a chance."
"Hope you can pull that off." Su Yang walked across from him and passed the ball back.
The group of Black and White guys watching from the sidelines cheered loudly. "Josse! Give this Asian kid a good beating!"
Josse smiled faintly. "Easy!"
Su Yang ignored the others' voices. He rolled his neck and assumed a defensive stance. "Cut the crap. Let's start."
Josse lowered his body while holding the ball. "Let's see if you can keep up with my rhythm."
"I'll do my best."
Smack.
Josse stopped talking and began dribbling backward. Su Yang spread his arms and closed in.
Whoosh. A smile curled up at the corner of Josse's mouth as he suddenly accelerated. He changed direction, preparing to get past Su Yang and charge to the basket for a vicious dunk.
But just as he lowered his body and changed direction, Su Yang reacted instantly. He shot out his left hand and stripped the basketball from Josse.
Su Yang quickly grabbed the ball, dribbled it beyond the three-point line, and laughed. "That's it?!"
"You!" Josse had underestimated him and never expected Su Yang's hands to be so quick.
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