As he said this, he frowned slightly, as if recalling his previous impression of Sendoh. That earnest expression of his instead made him seem a little simple-minded.
Was that so?
Rather than getting angry after hearing it, Sendoh smiled even more easily.
He shook his head lightly and said with a touch of helplessness, "I've really been underestimated."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Hiroshi Morishige. There was no dissatisfaction in his eyes; instead, there was a little more interest.
After all, this big guy had nearly shut him down just now. It should be said that luck had played a part in that basket going in.
The game continued. After his earlier clash with Hiroshi Morishige, Sento's eyes held a seriousness they had lacked before.
He had never intended to underestimate Mingpeng Industrial. After all, any team that had made it this far could never be weak. That slightly relaxed state earlier had merely been his body's instinctive adjustment when facing a formidable opponent.
But now, he had completely sharpened his focus, his eyes gaining a few more degrees of concentration.
Mingpeng Industrial's players did not waste any time. The moment they got the ball, they began passing it rapidly.
The basketball flew back and forth between the players like an orange bolt of lightning, quickly crossing midcourt and steadily advancing into Ryonan's half.
In front of the three-point line, Yamagishi Toru firmly caught the pass from his teammate. But the instant he took possession, Yueye Hongming closed in, cutting off his offensive path.
Less than half a meter separated them. The air instantly filled with the tension of confrontation, while countless thoughts raced through Yamagishi Toru's mind.
Shoot off the dribble!
But Yueye Hongming's defense was too tight. Pass to a teammate? Ryonan's defense had already rotated