It's That Simple (2)

Chi Tong did not give him a chance to press further and continued, "Shoyo's defeat was inevitable. All I did was move the process forward step by step."

"What did you say?"

Fujima Kenji's expression darkened instantly, and a clear flash of anger crossed his eyes. Those words infuriated him more than a direct provocation would have.

Chi Tong was not trying to defeat Shoyo. From the very beginning, he had believed Shoyo was certain to lose, and everything he did was merely going through the motions.

How little did he have to think of Shoyo to dare say something like that? Even Hainan would never say such a thing.

Arrogant, conceited, overbearing, contemptuous—those thoughts flashed through Fujima Kenji's mind. He could not help thinking, Was this guy truly that confident, or was he just putting on an act?

Even as the two traded words, Fujima Kenji's movements did not pause in the slightest. He knew Chi Tong was waiting for him to make the first breakthrough, and he knew his opponent was closely watching for his passing intentions. Yet at this moment of stalemate, he intended to make an unexpected move.

He deliberately stopped not far from Chi Tong. While his gaze seemed to remain locked with Chi Tong's, the position of his dribbling quietly shifted slightly.

The next moment, Fujima Kenji's eyes flashed. He fiercely whipped his arm toward the side, sending the basketball flying toward the wing beyond the three-point line. Its target was Nagano Mitsuru, who had long since taken up position at the forty-five-degree angle.

At the moment of the pass, Fujima Kenji even curled his lips at Chi Tong. The smile carried a hint of mockery and concealed a measure of provocation.

Yet as Chi Tong watched the basketball fly away, he slowly lowered