Chi Tong looked calmly at Zhu Xingda. He did not directly answer Zhu Xingda's question, merely saying flatly that Aiwa Academy's defeat was already inevitable.
The words were light, yet they struck like a hammer, completely shattering Zhu Xingda's last shred of hope.
Just then, the basketball Xiangtian Yanyi had slapped suddenly changed its trajectory. It took a sharp turn and flew straight toward Fukuda Kicchou.
By then, Fukuda Kicchou had already charged up to Ai He Academy's three-point line. Seeing the ball fly toward him, he stretched out his right hand and caught it successfully.
Immediately afterward, Fukuda Kiccho drove into Aiwa Gakuin's paint with the ball. He met no resistance and easily rushed beneath the basket to complete a three-step layup.
A crisp swish rang out as the ball went in. Ryonan 110, Aiwa Academy 90!
The gap between the two teams had now widened to twenty points, with less than three minutes remaining. A twenty-point deficit with only three minutes left—no matter how one looked at it, Aiwa Academy had completely lost any chance of a comeback.
Aiwa Academy's players stood rooted to the spot, as though their bodies had frozen, unable to move.
Zhu Xingda took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. Looking at the glaring score on the scoreboard, he felt profound despair rise within him.
He knew that Ai He Academy had lost this game, utterly and completely. It was not merely a gap in score, but a total collapse in tactics and mentality.
The rest of the game completely devolved into a one-sided affair.
Aiwa Academy's morale was like a punctured balloon, falling all the way to rock bottom.
The players' movements became sluggish, their passes lost their former precision, and even their defensive gazes lacked their previous sharpness, leaving only exhaustion