Dream Team rest area.
Huh…ha…huh…ha…
Kise sat on the chair, his posture as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.
He tilted his head back, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like an overloaded engine that urgently needed to be cooled.
Sweat was like beads that had broken off the string, running across the ends of his hair, sliding down his cheeks, and gathering into a small puddle on the floor.
He looked extremely tired at this moment. His face, which was always full of vitality in the past, was now shrouded in deep fatigue.
Taoi Satsuki noticed his abnormality, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, she walked lightly to Huang Lai and asked.
"Xiao Huang, are you okay? You look very tired!"
Huang Lai shook his head slightly.
"Ah... I'm fine. No problem."
He tried to force a smile, but it seemed forced, like a flower about to wither under the scorching sun.
Midorima glanced at Kise with a sidelong glance, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, and said lightly.
"You don't look like nothing's wrong."
"It's ok! It's ok!"
Huang Lai waved his hand in a nonchalant manner.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you if you can't hold on any longer."
Although his words were light-hearted, his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his weakness at the moment.
Akashi looked at Huang Lai silently without saying anything.
His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.
At this time, Yin Yue's voice sounded in his ears. The voice was so soft that only Akashi could hear it.
"You find it strange too! Even though the flawless imitation took quite a lot of his energy, it's still a little unusual for him to appear so exhausted."
Akashi nodded in agreement.
They were all very aware of Kise's strength.
With his ability, he shouldn't be so miserable.
But everything seemed normal during the game, with no obvious signs of injury and not much strenuous running.
If that’s the case, then why did Kise become so embarrassed?
The two of them frowned slightly as they thought about something, but neither of them could find the reason.
"By the way, do you think Nash's move is weird?"
Yin Yue spoke again, his eyes looking towards the distant stadium, as if he saw Nash's puzzling movements again.
Hearing this, Akashi thought for a moment, then looked towards the Jabberwock rest area opposite.
"Hmm! I have some perceptions, but I need to go on stage and feel it myself to confirm the details."
His eyes became sharp, as if he was looking for some clues.
Yin Yue said meaningfully.
"I guess you'll be able to play soon."
There was a sense of foreboding in his words, as if the situation of the game was developing in a direction that would require Akashi to take the field.
Hearing this, Akashi turned his head to look at Kise who was gasping for breath there.
"If he were to take over now, he wouldn't be willing to do it!"
Yin Yue nodded, then spoke meaningfully.
"That's right! But... this is not something he can decide just because he doesn't want to."
…
Jabberwock rest area.
"We are back to square one. I didn't expect that group of monkeys would be so difficult to deal with, especially No. 95, who seems to be as strong as the boss."
Nick said with some solemnity and emotion.
His brows were furrowed, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. His original contempt for his opponent had disappeared, replaced by a kind of respect for the strong enemy.
He did look down on Orientals. In his past opinion, Orientals could not be compared with them in the field of basketball.
But today he has a slightly different opinion of Oriental people, at least he has a different view of the members of the Dream Team.
Their strength is indeed very strong. Their performance on the court made Nick realize that these Eastern players have abilities that are not inferior to them, or even better in some aspects, and are stronger than most American players.
To be honest, he already felt the pressure at this moment. It was a sense of urgency that made him no longer as relaxed and confident as at the beginning of the game.
Alan took several big gulps of water. The cool water flowed down his throat, but it could not extinguish his passion for the game and his surprise at his opponent. Then he spoke.
"I never thought that No. 95 could fight the boss so well, and he's an Oriental."
There was obvious amazement in his tone, his eyes slightly widened, and the scene of Yin Yue and Nash's confrontation was still replaying in his mind. In his opinion, Nash was the strongest person in their team and a symbol of invincibility, and the fact that Yin Yue, an oriental man, could compete with him had a great impact on him.
Zach nodded.
"Yeah! And they can shoot from very long distances. If you're not careful, they'll take advantage of you. You really can't be careless at all."
He thought of the three-point shots made by Midorima, Kise and others in the game. Those long-range shots were like precision-guided missiles, always appearing when they least expected it, posing a huge challenge to their defense.
Every time those basketballs flew through the air, his heart rose to his throat, and the feeling of being unable to defend himself left him with lingering fears.
Jason Siber looked very unhappy.
He and Murasakibara confronted each other, and at the beginning he had the upper hand, even crushing the other.
His strong body rushed around under the basket, knocking Murasakibara into a bit of a mess. At that time, he was full of pride, thinking that this Oriental man was no match for him at all.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
