That step-back came without any warning. It did not look like he was about to drive through.
The two of them had just started to move in and guard him when they abruptly froze. Their eyes widened at the same time, and disbelief spread across their faces.
After Chi Tong took two steps back, he did not continue dribbling. Instead, he brought the ball together at his chest with both hands.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of everyone in the gym, Chi Tong raised the basketball and aimed at his own basket.
Seeing this, Miyagi Ryota was completely dumbfounded. Hey, what exactly are you doing?
That's your own basket, isn't it?
Mitsui Hisashi was just as bewildered. He had no idea what Chi Tong was up to. After playing basketball for so many years, he had never seen anyone shoot at their own basket.
While everyone was still reeling, Chi Tong lightly swung his arms. The movement was not forceful at all, almost casual, yet the basketball seemed to have been given a direction as it flew straight out.
The basketball traced a soft arc through the air before steadily dropping into the basket.
For a moment, the entire arena fell into an eerie silence. The dull sound gradually became more distinct throughout the gymnasium, until the whole place was utterly quiet, leaving only the basketball.
Its thumps as it rolled across the floor struck everyone's hearts one after another, as though time itself had stopped at that moment.
The spectators in the stands, the members of every school's basketball team, Coach Anxi and the Shohoku players on the bench, Tiangang Maoyi and the Ryonan players on their bench, the reporters in the press area, and the referees at the officials' table.
Everyone stood there in a daze, their minds seeming