The angle of that pass... Yueye Hongming murmured instinctively, his heart filled with surprise. It was the first time he had received such a comfortable pass.
Chi Tong's pass seemed to have anticipated every one of his movements. The force, angle, and timing were all perfect, allowing him to transition into his next move without any adjustment.
Almost driven by the force of the basketball, Yueye Hongming instinctively assumed a shooting posture. An inexplicable confidence welled up within him. He could clearly feel that as long as he shot along with that smooth sensation, this ball would definitely go in.
Without the slightest hitch or hesitation, Yueye Hongming raised the basketball above his head. His eyes locked precisely onto Sannoh's hoop, and with a flick of his wrist, he steadily sent the ball flying.
The basketball traced a graceful, steady arc through the air, carrying Ryonan's hopes as it rapidly descended toward Sannoh's basket.
The Sannoh players froze in place, staring at the basketball with bewilderment and shock written across their faces.
The crisp sound of the ball swishing through the net rang out through the gymnasium once more.
The basketball passed through the hoop without the slightest pause. Three points! The score on the electronic scoreboard immediately updated.
Ryonan 127, Sannoh Industrial High School 133!
The gap had successfully been narrowed to six points.
With sixteen seconds remaining in the game, Ryonan's bench erupted in thunderous cheers.
Taoka Moichi clenched his fist fiercely, his eyes flashing with wild delight.
Chi Tong's plan had worked.
Meanwhile, the expressions of the Sannoh players darkened completely. Their gazes toward Chi Tong were filled with gravity and vigilance.
The threat posed by this somewhat different Chi Tong seemed even more terrifying and detestable than the Chi Tong who had once ruled the court.