When the captain heard the name Lin Nan High School, he tilted his head and thought for a long while. His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, but in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.
"I've never heard of them. Are they strong?"
Sawakita Eiji nodded firmly. There was not a trace of contempt in his eyes, and his expression was rather serious. "Yes. Strong. Extremely strong. If we face them in a game, we might actually lose."
"Oh?" The newcomer's gaze sharpened at those words. The easygoing look on his face vanished completely, replaced by surprise.
"For you to say you might lose, this Ryonan team must really be something."
"Ryonan, huh?"
The newcomer repeated the name under his breath, quietly committing it to memory.
The two continued talking as they walked out of the gym, their figures gradually disappearing into the crowds streaming in and out.
That evening, darkness slowly settled over Hiroshima, but a sitting room in one of the inns remained brightly lit.
More than a dozen figures sat around a low, square table, the atmosphere serious yet tinged with curiosity.
They wore matching red tracksuits with white stripes, with the name Aiwa Academy clearly printed on the left breast. They were the members of Aiwa Academy's basketball team, here to compete in the National Tournament.
Seated in a corner, Zhu Xingda held a neatly arranged stack of papers, his eyes focused on the contents.
The heading at the top stood out prominently: "0 Boys' High School Basketball Team Roster." Below it were detailed profiles of the 0 Boys' players.
Every other Aiwa Academy player present held an identical set of documents.
"Lingnan High School, huh!"
The first to break the silence was a boy with short, dark brown hair. His fluffy hair gave