Chapter 73

The timely whistle let Yukimiya Kazuma—who had no finishing ability and relied entirely on his attributes and past-life experience to brute-force his way to scoring—breathe a sigh of relief.

His other teammates had struggled to keep up just now, and he had no passing target in the air; if they reorganized the offense, it would undoubtedly waste this precious Kuaigongji Society, so he could only take it himself.

Fortunately, compared to Facing Qingfeng, he had planned a full wind-up; honestly, contesting Facing Qingfeng in an aerial duel was quite dangerous.

Yukimiya Kazuma turned and walked toward the free-throw line, pausing mid-step as he recalled the core principle of targeting Facing Qingfeng in this game's early phase, then put on a friendly smile and offered a word of praise:

"Nice defense."

Hearing Yukimiya Kazuma's words, Aomine Daiki was covered in black lines, feeling like this guy's mouth was awfully chatty.

It had been the same when he was on offense earlier—the opponent's mouth was always muttering things like 'good shot,' 'nice,' 'nice try' and the like.

The strange way he talked was somewhat infuriating, yet there was no outlet for it, and even the initial conclusion that the opponent was deliberately provoking him now felt somewhat shaken.

Aomine Daiki: "..."

Maybe.

Does this guy really think he played well?

But then...

Why say something like that on the court?

Does he think there's no chance of winning, so he has no fighting spirit?

Yet looking at the opponent playing full-court offense and defense with a group of teammates so weak he couldn't be bothered, where was even a hint of showing weakness—this guy... really is strange.

"Well..."

"Forget it, as long as I can have fun."

"It won't be my turn again until the next quarter, and I've barely worked up any Ruojiang Xingzhi..."

"I'll find a chance to steal some possession."

Taketora Masaki, standing in the same line as Aomine Daiki and preparing to fight for the free-throw rebound, froze for a moment after hearing the other's quiet muttering.

Taketora Masaki: "..."

Yukimiya wasn't deliberately trying to provoke Aomine just now, was he?

Swish~

Swish~

Yukimiya Kazuma sank both free throws; the score was 4:13.

Such a scoreline, falling on Teikou, was actually somewhat unusual, and many spectators in the arena who never missed a single Teikou game expressed their surprise one after another.

"Whoa, from the start until now, Teikou is only leading by single digits?!"

"And Bai Shui has already scored 4 points."

"Huh?"

"What's so strange about 4 points? It's only 4 points..."

"Of course it's strange—since the prelims began, teams that could only manage single digits against Teikou have been countless. At this pace, Bai Shui could easily score 30 in the game."

"Not necessarily—all 4 points were scored by Yukimiya Kazuma alone. Scoring 30 by himself against the Generation of Miracles' defense is way too hard."