Once this thought arose, he could no longer suppress it.
He repeatedly recalled Mitsui Hisashi's subtle pause and evasive movement before his shot just now. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
Mitsui Hisashi's touch was certainly scorching hot, but he was not invulnerable. That suffocating pressure from staying extremely close to him might truly disrupt his shooting rhythm.
With that thought, Yueye Hongming took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute. He could not let this possible breakthrough slip away. He had to verify his suspicions immediately.
The game continued at a tense pace, and the situation on the court had already turned into a battle between perimeter players.
Shohoku's consecutive three-pointers further boosted their morale, steadily narrowing the gap and even creating the possibility of taking the lead.
The situation was becoming somewhat unfavorable for Ryonan.
On another Shohoku possession, Yueye Hongming once again stood firmly in front of Mitsui Hisashi. His gaze was more solemn than ever, and his defensive stance had become even more meticulous, without the slightest lapse.
Mitsui Hisashi looked at his opponent's battle-ready posture and suddenly grinned. His tone carried a hint of casual mockery. "You're too weak. You think you can stop me?"
"Hmph. Go train for a few more years before you come back!"
The confidence from his scoring streak had him fully imposing at this moment, and every word radiated pressure.
Yet Yueye Hongming seemed not to hear the taunt at all. His eyes remained locked tightly on the basketball in Mitsui Hisashi's hands, his expression utterly unchanged.
Mitsui Hisashi was not annoyed either. With a light turn of his fingertips, the basketball shifted nimbly between his hands as his feet kept making small adjustments.
His movements were not particularly fast, but they were incredibly rhythmic.