An Incredible Sight

Yueye Hongming drove the ball forward at high speed, charging into the freshmen's half in the blink of an eye. As soon as he reached the three-point line, the freshmen's shooting guard stopped him.

Yueye Hongming's eyes flickered as he noticed Yu Zhu had already cut into the paint, while Xiangtian Yanyi, who was guarding him, was completely unable to stop him.

It was a good passing opportunity. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his arm and sent the basketball soaring toward the paint.

Yet, the instant the ball left his hand, a large hand suddenly appeared and cleanly intercepted it.

What?

Yueye Hongming's eyes widened as he stared in stunned disbelief at the stolen ball.

At some point, Chi Tong had appeared right in front of him, the basketball firmly under Chi Tong's control.

Before Yueye Hongming could react, Chi Tong spun around with the ball, slipped past him, and sprinted toward the upperclassmen's basket.

Damn it!

Yueye Hongming immediately turned and gave chase, desperately pursuing Chi Tong from behind. The distance between them rapidly shrank.

Yueye Hongming was delighted, the corners of his lips curling up. So that's all he's got.

However, when he finally caught up to Chi Tong, he froze. There was no sign of the basketball in Chi Tong's hands at all.

Where was the ball?

Just as Yueye Hongming stood there utterly confused, a dull thump of a basketball hitting the floor sounded nearby. He instinctively turned toward the noise and saw that it was coming from Xiangtian Yanyi's position.

Xiangtian Yanyi's face was filled with confusion. She had no idea how the basketball had suddenly ended up in her hands, and she was now dribbling almost purely on instinct.

The upperclassmen were equally dumbfounded. No one could figure out how the ball had silently moved from Chi Tong's hands into Xiangtian Yanyi's. At that moment, Xiangtian Yanyi was completely unguarded. She realized this was the best chance to attack, gritted her teeth, and drove toward the basket for a three-step layup. The ball went in. Freshmen 13, upperclassmen 22. On the sideline, Tiangang Maoyi watched Chi Tong's two brilliant assists and nodded slightly, a trace of approval flashing through his eyes. His timing on defense and passing was excellent, and his ball control was very steady.

But soon, his brows furrowed slightly again.

But if this was all he could do...

Just then, another crisp steal echoed across the court. Chi Tong once again stripped the ball from Uekusa Tomoyuki. Just as everyone assumed he would drive the ball forward like before, he flicked his wrist and bounced the ball straight through Uekusa Tomoyuki's legs.

The basketball hit the floor!

It bounced up and flew steadily behind Uekusa Tomoyuki.

That was where the freshmen's power forward stood!

The freshmen's power forward caught the ball with a stunned expression, still completely bewildered.

His mind was blank, as though it had crashed.

Good chance!

Shoot it!

Xiangtian Yanyi immediately shouted a reminder.

Hearing her shout, the freshmen's power forward finally snapped out of his daze. He hurriedly drove toward the upperclassmen's basket, jumped!

He released the ball!

The basketball went in!

Freshmen 15, upperclassmen 22!

Over the following stretch, the entire gym seemed to sink into an inexplicable, eerie atmosphere. Those sounds seemed as if someone had pressed the repeat button, endlessly echoing across the court.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and blankly watched what was happening on the court, barely daring to believe their own eyes.

Chi Tong stole the ball!

Chi Tong passed the ball!

The basketball went in!

Uekusa Tomoyuki, who was matched up against Chi Tong, had nothing left on his face but confusion and dullness. His mind seemed to have completely crashed. He had been stripped so many times that he was beginning to question his life.

Every time he tried to drive with the ball, not once did he escape Chi Tong's interception. Like a donkey turning a millstone, no matter how he went around, he could not leave that circle.

Sweat streamed down Uekusa Tomoyuki's face, and his breathing was ragged. The way he looked at Chi Tong was now filled with wariness and unease.

When everyone finally recovered from the shocking sight before them, they suddenly realized that, at some point, the score had already been tied!

Freshmen 36, upperclassmen 36!

At that moment, the eyes of everyone in the gym seemed pulled by an invisible thread, all focusing on the crimson figure on the court.

The air seemed to freeze. The upperclassmen who had looked down on them and sneered before the game had all fallen silent.

There was no longer the slightest trace of contempt in their eyes. In its place was deep awe and gravity.

No one could say exactly when the score had been tied, but everyone knew that this boy had single-handedly overturned the course of the entire game.

On the sideline, Tiangang Maoyi stared fixedly at Chi Tong, golden light flashing in his eyes as though flames might burst from them.

Even his excited fingers were trembling. This kid is a natural point guard. If he's properly trained, he might truly stand shoulder to shoulder with players like Teng Zhen and A Mu.

What he did not know was that Chi Tong had not even gone all out. All he had done was defend, pass, defend again, and pass again.

Sento stood at the edge of the court, his gaze slightly lowered but sharp as a blade.

He stared at the scoreboard, unconsciously frowning, then turned toward Chi Tong. His tone carried a hint of teasing mixed with seriousness.

You're really taking it easy, leaving all the offense to everyone else.

Chi Tong merely smiled faintly, his tone calm to the point of indifference, as though all this were perfectly ordinary. This was already enough, wasn't it?

Sento gave a low chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting in a helpless curve.

Just as expected of you!

As he spoke, he rolled his shoulders and lightly twisted his neck from side to side, producing a soft crack. Yet his gaze gradually sharpened.

Looks like I can't hold back anymore.

Their seemingly casual conversation was like a spark that instantly ignited the nerves of everyone at the sidelines.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that from the beginning of the game until now, Chi Tong had barely done anything. He had only stolen the ball and passed it. That was all.

At that thought, many people at the sidelines sucked in a cold breath. Their voices rang out almost at once, like a chill running down their spines.

This is way too monstrous! The upperclassmen's expressions completely changed!

In an ordinary practice match, Chi Tong's performance might have been considered merely solid. But in today's internal game, it meant something entirely different.

That was because Chi Tong's teammates were a group of weak first-year freshmen who had just enrolled. Their skills were crude, their teamwork was stiff, and their shooting was inaccurate. Yet this very group, linked together by Chi Tong's passes, scored again and again as though they had been granted some incredible power. His control of the tempo, prediction of openings, and precise awareness of his teammates' positions had reached a level so meticulous it was terrifying.

Chi Tong, however, seemed not to notice the astonished stares around him. His gaze simply rested quietly on Sendoh.

And at that moment, Sendoh's eyes finally turned serious.