He turned toward Nakamura Yashi, his gaze growing a little more serious.
"Nakamura, stay closer to him on defense. Do everything you can to keep him from getting into the paint easily."
"The moment Ryonan shows any sign of attacking the paint, start harassing them."
Ye Ben Lisan turned his gaze toward Yamagishi Toru and added, "Also, their number eight may not have a particularly strong drive, but you still can't underestimate his speed."
"Yamagishi, you need to stay completely focused when guarding him. Don't let up for a second. Anticipate which way he'll drive and get into position ahead of time."
Nakamura Yashi and Yamagishi Toru both nodded in understanding.
Finally, Ye Benli San's expression abruptly turned deadly serious.
He slapped the marker he had been waving onto the tactics board, the sound of plastic striking wood ringing out distinctly beside the quiet bench.
He planted both hands on the sides of the tactics board and leaned forward slightly. His icy gaze swept over every player present, and his voice sank lower, carrying an unquestionable gravity.
"The most important point, and the one I want to stress most, is that every one of you must watch out for Ryonan's number four point guard!"
At those words, every player on the bench involuntarily held his breath. The traces of fatigue on their faces instantly gave way to tension.
Chi Tong might have been only a first-year, but his performance on the court-stealing the ball from Morishige Hiroshi, shaking him off, and leading Ryonan's scoring surge-had already made it impossible for anyone to take him lightly. Now that their coach had singled him out, they understood all the more clearly that number four was Ryonan's most troublesome player.
Watching his players' tense expressions, Yeben Lisan continued in a low voice, "Their