He opened his eyes, his gaze drifting involuntarily toward Chi Tong, confusion and awe filling his eyes.
He had no idea what Chi Tong had done or how long this sudden power would last, but he could clearly feel that his transformation was inseparably linked to Chi Tong.
The guy was like a bottomless black hole, hiding countless unfathomable secrets.
Sento leaned against the railing, raised his water bottle, and tilted his head back to gulp down some cold water. The cool stream slid down his throat, easing the heat inside him a little.
He lowered the bottle, wiped the corner of his mouth with his wrist, and turned toward Chi Tong, his eyes full of curiosity and scrutiny. Just how much more is this guy hiding?
He had thought he understood Chi Tong to some extent, but now it seemed he had only seen the tip of the iceberg. The guy seemed to have an endless supply of hidden cards, forever impossible to predict or see through.
Chi Tong sat quietly on the bench, his fingertips resting lightly on his knees, his expression as unruffled as ever. He seemed entirely unaware of the probing looks Maki Shinichi, Sendoh, and the others were directing at him.
At that moment, his mind was working at lightning speed, meticulously reviewing every detail of the first half.
Every pass, every offensive and defensive play, and every change in his teammates' condition surfaced clearly in his mind.
I never expected it to take this long.
He pondered silently, his brows tightening almost imperceptibly for an instant.
Was it because the two worlds operated under different rules?
Or was these players' potential harder to unlock than I'd expected?
No one knew that the moment he deliberately substituted Xiangtian Yanyi out and sent Sakuragi Hanamichi onto