It was just the start of the game, but the tension on the court was already high. Both teams were giving their all, refusing to give an inch. The spectators were already hoarse from shouting.
Chu Kuang caught the ball passed by his teammate, leaped up, turned around to dodge the opponent's block, broke through multiple obstacles, and easily scored under Class H's basket.
As the basketball fell, Meng Chi flicked his body sideways, grabbed it with a big hand, and effortlessly patted the ball to Wu Zhiyuan behind him.
Wu Zhiyuan dribbled the ball with big strides, running forward. Xu Renfei was blocked by the opponent, and seeing the human wall in front of him, Wu Zhiyuan frowned deeply.
Seeing Chu Kuang pressing hard from behind, Wu Zhiyuan, unable to help, was about to gamble on a shot when a flicker in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
All I want is for every pass you make to be accurate.
