He pointed at Xiangtian Yanyi's name on the scouting report. "Didn't you notice this substitute?"
"This guy is troublesome. If Xi gets careless, he'll exploit an opening. Someone needs to stay on him specifically."
Takeuchi Yusi did not join the discussion. She kept her head lowered, reading the report in her hands, her gaze passing over Chitong Lingyu's name.
Only after a while did she look up, a meaningful smile curling at her lips. "A first-year serving as captain and leading his team to defeat Aiwa Academy... interesting."
Sun Zhongkuan lounged lazily against the sofa, crumpling the scouting report slightly in his hand. His gaze skimmed swiftly across the page, while an expression of boredom remained on his face.
Hearing everyone discuss Ryonan, Zhongkuan finally spoke slowly, his voice full of disdain. "These guys are nothing special."
He paused, casually pointing at a Ryonan player on the television screen. "What's that guy called?"
"I've watched his games. He seems to have some ability. As for the others, can't I just ram them all flying when the time comes?"
His words instantly silenced the room.
The Mingpeng Industrial players almost instinctively twitched their lips, their faces showing expressions of resigned familiarity.
They did not doubt Sun Zhongkuan's inhuman brute strength, but even with that kind of ability, did he have to say it so bluntly?
Li Sansan looked at Sun Zhongkuan. Rather than criticize his arrogance, he merely smiled helplessly. "A-Kuan, don't underestimate them. Ryonan made it to the quarterfinals not through luck, but through strength."
"Chi Tong's defense and Sendoh's offense are both difficult to deal with. Especially Chi Tong—his anticipation is excellent. He may see through your moves under the basket before you make them."
"Got it."
Sun Zhongkuan answered perfunctorily, still looking unconcerned.
In his eyes, there was