Those fluid movements just now, along with that precise shot, instantly sent most of the girls from both classes into a frenzy.
"Natsume is so handsome! He actually shook Yamaguchi Hirota right out of position!"
"Could Natsume be really good at basketball too? Don't tell me he's even better than Yamaguchi?"
"No idea, but with movements that smooth, he clearly knows how to play basketball!"
The boys of Class A also started cheering.
After all, Natsume Chikage was from their class. They couldn't exactly support the class next door, could they?
As for the boys of Class B, they instantly switched to library mode, becoming incomparably quiet.
Especially when they saw the girls from their own class not cheering Yamaguchi on, but supporting Natsume instead.
Thinking of that, every one of them felt both embarrassed and irritated, and they supported Yamaguchi and the others from their class even more fiercely.
"Yamaguchi, don't tell me you're going to lose to an amateur!"
"Exactly! We believe you can win!"
"You're a basketball specialist, at least you can win, right?"
Yamaguchi Hirota couldn't help getting annoyed. He wanted to curse—he'd only let one ball in, and they were already putting pressure on him?
If they were so good at talking, why didn't they get on the court themselves?!
Still, Yamaguchi Hirota was used to this sort of thing. Rather than letting it affect his mindset, he glanced at Asagiri Kazuya, as if signaling that Natsume Chikage was no rookie and that it was time to get a little serious.
Having worked together many times before, Asagiri Kazuya immediately understood and gave a slight nod.
Since Natsume Chikage had scored just now, it was Class B's turn to start with the ball. The one holding it was Asagiri Kazuya.
His dribbling and ability to