Akagiri's Prediction (1)

He merely raised his hand lightly, flicked his wrist, and the basketball drifted slowly toward Yueye Hongming on the wing like a falling leaf.

The scene was incredibly dramatic. Miuradai's players were like a group of cats watching a teasing wand, their necks turning in unison with the basketball. The synchronized motion was almost comical as they watched the ball leave Chi Tong's hand, trace a shallow arc, and land steadily in Yueye Hongming's hands.

Only when the ball reached his hands did they suddenly snap out of it.

This is bad!

The two defenders hurriedly lunged at Yueye Hongming, trying to stop him.

However, Yueye Hongming had already risen for the shot!

The basketball drew a high arc through the air before dropping into Miuradai's basket without touching the rim.

Ryonan 119:3 Uradai 44 In the stands, Teng Zhen slowly rose to his feet. His gaze swept across the court one last time, and his voice was low yet resolute. "Let's go!"

There was no need to keep watching Hanagata.

Without saying another word, he turned and headed for the tunnel, his back carrying a trace of gravity.

Hanagata Toru silently got up, his steps heavy.

When he reached the tunnel entrance, he suddenly stopped and looked back once more.

At the center of the court, the red-haired boy in the number 4 jersey was slowly turning around, preparing to get back on defense.

He was still silent. There was no wild elation of victory on his face, nor any mockery toward his opponents, as though those passes that had repeatedly torn apart the defense had been nothing more than ordinary plays.

Yet it was precisely that calmness that made Hanagata Toru's heart sink.

For the first time, he realized that this first-year captain possessed something: a pure, oppressive