Long Zeduo sat off to the side, clutching a towel in his hand. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something too.
But he knew full well that among everyone present, he was the weakest and the least experienced, so for a moment, he did not know how to speak up.
Coach Tanabe Kenichi had frowned from beginning to end, his fingers unconsciously tapping against the tactical board. His eyes were fixed on the scoreboard, as if he were repeatedly breaking down every possession of the first half, trying to find the reason they had been overtaken amid the chaos.
His brow was deeply furrowed, and his eyes were filled with gravity.
As a veteran coach with many years of experience, he had rarely encountered a situation where their tactics had clearly been carried out properly, yet they had quietly been turned around by the opponent.
Those seemingly casual yet lethally precise passes from Chi Tong continued to circle in his mind.
Zhu Xingda had also kept his brow tightly furrowed since coming off the court. Sitting on the bench, he continuously replayed scene after scene from the first half in his mind—from their initial lead, to Ryonan beginning to close the gap, to Sento sinking the game-winning three at the end. He scrutinized every detail over and over.
He was especially concerned about Chi Tong's passing lanes. Those seemingly impossible gaps were always accurately seized by the other side, while their defense was repeatedly thrown out of rhythm by Chi Tong's passes without them even realizing it.
But even so, he still had not fully figured out where exactly the problem lay.
After a long while, Tanabe Kenichi finally set aside the questions he could not answer for the moment. He took a deep breath, gathered everyone