The basketball flew from Koshino's fingertips with a sharp whistle through the air.
It traced a clean, graceful arc before dropping straight toward Shohoku's basket.
The crisp swish of the net cut through the roar of the court, and the numbers on the scoreboard changed.
Ryonan 3, Shohoku 3—three-pointer!
The swish had barely faded when Mitsui Hisashi's displeased voice drifted over. His brows furrowed slightly as his gaze swept over Yueye Hongming, who was jogging back.
He had clearly done everything he could to chase him down just then, yet he had still been half a beat too slow. The frustration gnawed at him.
Shohoku's bench also grew somewhat solemn because of that three-pointer.
Mumu Gongyan unconsciously tightened his grip on his towel, staring fixedly at the scoreboard with shock written all over his face.
The momentum we built up with that dunk was erased so easily by them!
Koshino!
Rukawa couldn't be underestimated. Sitting nearby, Ayako slowly nodded as well. She crossed her arms over her chest, her sharp gaze sweeping over Ryonan's players as she said steadily, "Compared to the practice games before, Ryonan is obviously much more composed now. They're no longer as eager for quick results as they used to be. Their passing and positioning have both become much steadier. They're getting harder and harder to deal with."
An Xiguang sat steadily in his seat, holding a cup of steaming hot water.
He still wore that kindly, smiling expression, but his eyes behind the lenses were anything but idle.
The light on his glasses flickered repeatedly as his gaze moved, as though he were carefully tracking every player's movements and condition on the court.
After a moment, the flickering light gradually steadied, and the reflection in his lenses settled firmly on Chi Tong.
An Xiguang gently