The basketball dropped cleanly through the net, and the numbers on the electronic scoreboard changed again.
Ryonan 85, Meipeng Industrial High School 65.
Takeuchi Yusi could no longer contain her anxiety. She strode up to Morishige Hiroshi, her brows tightly knitted and her voice brimming with urgency. "A-Kuan, what on earth is going on?"
"Haven't you been guarding Chi Tong this whole time?"
"How do you keep letting him get away?"
The sight of that pass being intercepted and turned into an easy basket stuck like a thorn in her heart, and Sun Zhongkuan's lack of reaction was even harder for her to understand.
As Mingpeng Industrial's key interior player, Morishige Hiroshi clearly had the ability to stop Chi Tong, yet his performance just now made him seem like a different person.
At his captain's questioning, Morishige Hiroshi's eyes flickered. He instinctively lowered his head, his voice carrying a trace of hurt he had not even noticed himself. "I... I suddenly couldn't guard him anymore."
"What did you say?"
Takeuchi Yusi froze, confusion all over her face, and her voice rose. "What do you mean, you suddenly couldn't guard him anymore?"
"Weren't you intercepting his passes and even shutting down his drives earlier?"
She simply could not make sense of such a vague explanation as "couldn't guard him."
Morishige Hiroshi raised his head, his eyes full of bewilderment.
He shook his head, his voice awkward and helpless. "I don't know either. When he drove just now, I was watching his movements, but once he accelerated, I couldn't see them clearly anymore. It was like my legs had lost their strength. I couldn't keep up at all."
He tried to explain that strange sensation, but no matter how he searched for words, he could not make it clear.
That helpless feeling