The God-level Steal in Sports Chapter 369

“Eighty-nine to seventy-five, Xiangbei is already leading by fourteen points!”

“There’s not much time left for Lingnan, I wonder if Lingnan’s coach has any good ideas?”

At this moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi was still hanging on the rim, feeling incredibly pleased. He had finally scored, and it was with such a spectacular dunk.

He was enjoying his moment in the spotlight.

Akagi Takenori, standing beside him, grabbed him and said, “That’s enough. If you keep hanging there, the referee will blow the whistle.”

“Bang!!!”

Sakuragi Hanamichi jumped down, looking triumphant, and said, “Gorilla, did you see that? This is my true strength, this is my real level. With me here, we’ll easily defeat Lingnan.”

“How many points did you score?”

“Uh…”

“How many assists did you have?”

“Uh…”

“How many rebounds did you grab?”

“Uh…”

“How many passes did you make?”

“Uh…”

Akagi Takenori’s relentless questioning left Sakuragi Hanamichi completely dumbfounded.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, while experts watch the technique. Sakuragi Hanamichi’s series of plays were all orchestrated by Zhou Feng. Without Zhou Feng, he wouldn’t have had such opportunities.

“Think carefully. Don’t get lost in your self-important beautiful fantasies. You’re still a rookie, and your skills are far from enough!!!” Akagi Takenori retorted.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was a natural optimist, so he was only slightly dejected. However, his unique thought process quickly led him to ask, “Gorilla, you’re not jealous of a genius like me, are you? Jealous of my astonishing dunk? Even though you lost to me, if you work hard, there will definitely be a day when you surpass me.”

Akagi Takenori looked helpless, unable to continue communicating with Sakuragi Hanamichi.

“Let’s get back on defense!” Zhou Feng called out, showing no complacency for the brilliant pass he had just made.

At this moment, Haruko, in the stands, gazed intently at Zhou Feng, unwilling to look away. She used to like Rukawa Kaede because, in junior high, Rukawa Kaede’s name was widely known. She had thought it would be him in high school as well.

But imperceptibly, Zhou Feng’s name had replaced Rukawa Kaede’s. Her eyes could no longer accommodate anyone else.

The intense gaze made Zhou Feng feel it. He couldn’t help but look up and spotted her.

Haruko saw Zhou Feng looking over and involuntarily lowered her head, her face unconsciously turning red.

At this time, Lingnan still hadn’t given up. There were less than five minutes left until the end of the game.

Sendoh still had the ball. He unhurriedly dribbled to the three-point line. Sakuragi Hanamichi, already somewhat excited, proactively went up to defend him.

“Swish!”

Sendoh shot!

The basketball arced through the air and went through the net without touching the rim.

“Three-pointer!”

“Beautiful.”

Without Zhou Feng’s defense, Sendoh could finally display his true skill.

The game continued, with several alternating possessions.

Zhou Feng had already scored thirty-three points, grabbed five rebounds, and made seven assists. Although his shooting wasn’t 100% accurate, his field goal percentage had never dropped below 89%. Such statistics were extremely eye-catching.

“Don’t rush.” Zhou Feng glanced at the Xiangbei players. Rukawa Kaede and Akagi Takenori looked somewhat tired, their bodies swaying.

Only Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had come on in the second half, maintained a full state of energy. There was no helping it; his physical fitness made playing a full game a trivial matter.

The Xiangbei players understood Zhou Feng’s meaning, knowing that he was doing this for them.

As a rookie, Sakuragi Hanamichi didn’t understand these things. Ever since he made that dunk, he had been completely carried away.

“Boss, give it to me, give it to me… quickly…” Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted, waving his arms from the other side.

His loud exclamations made Lingnan’s players tighten their defense on him even more.

“No, behave yourself.” Zhou Feng’s bold statement startled everyone on the court. They were all afraid that Sakuragi Hanamichi would go berserk, as no one could stop him when he went crazy.

But Zhou Feng being his boss was different. Although Akagi Takenori couldn’t control Sakuragi Hanamichi when he went berserk, Zhou Feng could. This was one of the reasons why Zhou Feng could be his boss.

Hearing “No,” Sakuragi Hanamichi turned his head and went to a corner to draw circles.

“Now is a critical moment. Every point is important.”

“Got it,” Sakuragi Hanamichi reluctantly shouted.

After getting the ball, Zhou Feng quickly moved to the three-point line. A fake move shook off Sendoh’s defense, and he drove into the paint. At this moment, Uozumi immediately ran over, blocking Zhou Feng’s path.

“Bang!” This time, Zhou Feng didn’t drive or make a lob pass, as Uozumi was already prepared.

Instead, he made a bounce pass to Akagi Takenori under the basket.

After getting the ball, Akagi Takenori jumped, ready for a powerful dunk. However, Sendoh had already anticipated this move and jumped up with him, preparing to block it.

Suddenly, Sendoh’s expression changed.

“Not good!”

Because at this moment, Zhou Feng quickly ran to the three-point line, to an undefended position.

Akagi Takenori, still in mid-air, saw Zhou Feng and casually tossed the ball.

“Whoosh!”

Zhou Feng, standing on the three-point line, easily caught the basketball.

At this point, no one was defending him. The closest Lingnan player was two or three meters away from Zhou Feng.

“Swish!”

Without any hesitation, the basketball was shot out immediately.

“Don’t go in!” Lingnan players prayed in their hearts, as they had just scored a three-pointer and saw signs of improvement.

“Bang!”

“Swish!”

“Three-pointer.”

Lingnan’s hope was once again extinguished by Zhou Feng.

Many people had understood by now that in this warm-up game, whenever Lingnan showed any signs of gaining momentum, Zhou Feng would immediately suppress them.

It was clear that Zhou Feng was the key player determining the outcome of this game.

Lingnan’s coach, Okamoto, had already seen this in the first half. Although he had thought of some countermeasures, they seemed to have little effect at the moment.

His face was very grim. This was the most troublesome player he had encountered in his coaching career.

The point difference returned to fourteen points, and there were only about three minutes left until the end of the game. Lingnan’s players showed signs of frustration for the first time.