No one at Mingpeng Industrial High School could contend with this ability to toy with the pace of the game, the opponents' minds, and even the coordination between teammates.
To turn the situation around and break through their current predicament, it seemed there was only one way left.
Ye Ben Lisan slowly turned his gaze toward Morishige Hiroshi on the court. Looking at the young man still clenching his fists in defiance, trying to find an opportunity, he murmured softly, "If only you were stronger, and had more mature game experience..."
The game continued, but the situation remained fixed, without the slightest change.
Although Mingpeng Industrial High School could still score a few points through scattered outside shots or Morishige Hiroshi's occasional strong drives, avoiding the desperate situation of being unable to score at all, they were already in grave danger compared with Ryonan's near-slaughtering offensive pace. Every basket came with exceptional difficulty, and as the seconds ticked by, the gap continued to widen.
Chi Tong stood beyond the three-point line, lightly spinning the basketball on his fingertips as his gaze swept over Mingpeng Industrial High School's panicked defensive formation.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the ball slipped through the gap between two defenders as though it had eyes and landed precisely in Yu Zhu's hands inside the paint.
Yu Zhu did not hesitate after receiving the ball. He turned, braced himself against the defender, and slammed the ball into the hoop with one hand.
The thunderous sound of the ball swishing through the net echoed across the court. Ryonan scored again, and the electronic scoreboard froze at 68:52, the lead stretching to sixteen points.
Mingpeng Industrial High School's players panted heavily, their faces full of exhaustion. Takeuchi Yusi wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried to