Ye Ben Lisan stood among the players. He first nodded in satisfaction, his voice carrying rare warmth. "Everyone did very well just now, especially your focus on defense and coordination on the fast breaks. You completely played at our pace."
But the next second, Ye Ben Lisan's tone turned slightly stern as his gaze swept across every player.
"However, this isn't the time to celebrate yet. We're still behind on the scoreboard. Keep this momentum going and try to erase the deficit in one push."
"Yes!"
Everyone from Mingpeng Industrial responded in unison, their voices loud and resolute, their eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
That run of consecutive scores had already restored their confidence.
Sun Zhongkuan sat on the bench, his chest heaving violently as sweat streamed down his cheeks, soaking the uniform around his neck. His chest and back were drenched as well, the fabric clinging tightly to his skin.
Clearly, the consecutive interceptions and dunks had consumed a great deal of his stamina.
He casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and tilted his head back to gulp it down. Water spilled from the corners of his mouth, dampening the sweat on his chin, and the bottle was quickly emptied.
Takeuchi Yusi walked over at that moment and patted Mori Zhongkuan on the shoulder, her tone filled with praise and gratitude. "A-Kun, we really owe you today. If you hadn't intercepted Chi Tong's passes one after another, we never could have closed the gap this smoothly."
She looked at Sun Zhongkuan, her eyes full of approval.
She had previously worried that Sun Zhongkuan would be suppressed by Chi Tong, but now it seemed she had worried for nothing.
Mori Zhongkuan set down the empty bottle and wiped the water from the corner of his