Winning by Thirty Again

No matter how gifted or precocious he was, he should not have possessed such an ability—to see through every detail the instant the opposing coach finished laying out his tactics, then command the entire team to seal them off in advance.

This was no longer a contest on the basketball court. It was mind-reading.

He stared fixedly at Chi Tong, trying to find even the slightest flaw on that young yet composed face.

But there was none. Nothing at all.

While Ichibon High School's coach was still frozen beside the bench, his thoughts churning, the situation on the court had already fallen apart.

"Dismal" was no longer enough to describe Ichibon High School's predicament.

It was complete suffocation—its tactics pierced through, its rhythm strangled, even its breathing crushed by despair.

After Chi Tong's seemingly calm instructions, Ryonan's defense tightened like a finely woven net, leaving not the slightest gap.

Sasagi Shota had indeed established position early, reaching the paint first and using his back to hold his ground, trying to create space for his teammates.

With Chi Tong's warning, Yu Zhu moved like a beast awakening from slumber. He suddenly drove with his shoulders and back, using his entire body weight to pin Sasagi Shota down. His feet were planted like iron stakes in the heart of the paint, refusing to yield an inch.

Again and again, Sasagi Shota tried to turn and move up, even throwing out feints, but Yu Zhu did not budge. Like a moving wall, he forcibly locked him into the dead corner along the baseline.

Forget supporting his teammates—he could barely even move. Every breath felt like he was fighting against a mountain.

The perimeter was even more hopeless.

The moment Nan Yun Kentaro and Feng Jianche crossed half court, Yueye Hongming and Uekusa Tomoyuki