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Chapter 303: Mike's Offense

[Fine, I'll do it myself.] Mike decided to open the attack by himself. But first, he had to drive the ball beyond the three-pointer line. It was a hassle but it was better than passing the ball to one of his useless teammates.

[Larry and James are messing up too much right now.] Mike scoffed. The boys were probably still shaken by Lars's unexpected performance. They weren't playing their best.

Then again, could anybody blame them? The score was already a whopping 0-6 and it was against these "scrubby" opponents. This turn of events was bound to faze Larry and James.

Worst of all, they haven't scored a single goal yet. That was the most devastating fact. It created the false impression that Mike's team couldn't do shit against these guys.

Therefore, he had to take matters into his own two hands and get something started. He'll score the first goal and instill some confidence in these weak-willed doofuses. That'll get the game rolling for real. From there, they'll make a comeback in no time.

And so, instead of opening the offense with a pass, Mike sprinted toward the outskirts while driving the ball. The enemy was busy keeping tabs on his teammates, so he gonna catch them off-guard with this stunt!

Alas, the enemy was quick to adapt. A wild beast rushed right at Mike, fully intending to steal the ball. It was Lars!

"Damn." Mike clicked his tongue. The enemy captured him before he even crossed the three-pointer line. Lars was blocking his path like an impassable wall.

[The guy sure knows how to apply pressure, I'll give him that.] Mike tensed up a little. The enemy in front of him was like a wild beast with superior strength, ready to overwhelm Mike at any moment.

Mike was confident in his 1v1 skills, he had plenty of experience destroying weaklings. And, after tackling many opponents of different levels, Mike developed sharp instincts on the matter.

That's why he could tell beyond a shadow of a doubt: Lars was strong. That oppressive defensive stance left no openings. Mike wouldn't be able to break through so easily, if at all.

[You gotta be shitting me.] Mike ranted internally. [Not only he shoots 3-pointers from literally anywhere on the court, but he's also strong on the defense? That's freakin' cheating.]

Nevertheless, Mike had to confront this challenge head-on. Nothing will get started until his team scores at least one goal. And, as the leader in charge of this gang, Mike had to be the one to pull them forward.

"C'mon!" Mike roared. "Stop me if you can!"

"You're on!" Lars grinned in response, confident that he'll snatch the ball without any trouble.

[Try to keep up with me if you can!] Mike dribbled the ball from side to side at lightning speed. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. The ball was on one side, then immediately on the other.

Unfortunately, as cool as it looked, this wasn't the most practical of techs. The real purpose was to apply pressure on the defender, to make them second-guess themselves as they were trying to read this speedy pattern. And, while the defender was distracted, Mike will break through!

But, the trick didn't work as intended against Lars. The guy was like an overexcited dog who chased the ball from side to side without rest. It seemed he had no trouble following the quick movements with his eyes and responding to them in a timely manner.

Every time Mike considered breaking through the right flank, the right flank was blocked. Likewise, when he considered breaking through the left side, the left side was blocked.

[Is he reading me like a book?] Mike wondered. [No, I don't think he's that smart. It's his nerdy pal who got a head on his shoulders. On the other hand, Lars looks like a regular doofus to me. But, if he's not predicting my movements, then does that mean he...]

It was pure reaction speed. Lars wasn't thinking too deeply about what Mike was trying to achieve. This guy was simply reacting to the stimuli in front of him, like a wild beast with sharpened instinct.

[I've met some players like that before.] Mike frowned. [Can't say I like them. It always feels like they're showing off their reaction speed on the court. I can't stand that shit.]

This was a problem. But, it wasn't all bad. While it was definitely difficult to drive the ball past players like this via sheer speed, it was usually easier to trick them with a good feint.

Players who relied on their beastly instinct often jumped at the first opportunity they saw. That was an impressive ability under most circumstances, but sometimes it led to their downfall.

"Hey, Larry!" Mike grabbed the ball with both hands and turned in Larry's direction. "Catch!"

"Not gonna happen, yo!" Lars jumped to block the pass route. The reaction was instantaneous. If Mike really tried to pass the ball right now, Lars would've certainly blocked it. But...

"You fell for it, sucker!" Mike sneered. He turned around and drove the ball toward the exit. While Lars was still restoring his form after performing the "block", Mike successfully made it past the three-pointer line!

Finally, their offense became legal. This is where things will start going their way! Mike will definitely score a goal here and get things rolling. But, that was easier said than done.

[Tch, already here?] Mike clicked his tongue. When he turned around to face the basket, the pesky defender was already there, blocking all lines of attack.

[Even if I throw him off, he rebounds right away. Hate players like that. Well then, guess I'll try the same trick again.]

"Hey, Larry!" Mike called out and turned in Larry's direction. "This time for sure! Catch!"

Alas, this time, Lars didn't budge. He kept his defense firmly rooted.

"What's wrong?" Lars smiled meaningfully. "You ain't passing?"

"Tch." Mike lowered the ball and continued dribbling.

Well, that was to be expected. Lars seemed like a dumb guy, but he wasn't dumb enough to fall for the same trick twice in a row. With all said and done, he clearly had some experience in basketball. It won't be that easy to crack this one.

[Do I try to break through this time?] Mike wondered. [It'll be bad if he grabs the ball. Not only they'll score again, but it'll also make me look bad. Larry and James will lose all motivation if they see me lose a 1v1. I can't give these lazy bums an excuse to throw the game.]

Considering all that, it was best to pass the ball to somebody else and pray they won't mess things up again.

[Who do I pass to?] Mike checked both sides.

On the right, Ben was marking Larry. Of course, Ben being Ben, that fat Meatball wasn't much of a threat. Still, he stuck pretty closely to his mark and that seemed to irritate Larry. Despite being a fatass, there were a few aspects of basketball in which Ben didn't completely suck. Marking targets was one of them.

Then, what about the other side? That's where that nerdy guy was supposed to be marking James.

[Pft. What's with that marking?] Mike sneered. It was questionable whether one could even call that "marking" at all.

Yuel positioned himself a few good steps away from James. It seemed he was more concerned about not letting James approach the three-pointer line than intercepting passes. By standing all the way over there, it's like he was telling his enemies that passing to James was free real estate.

[Amateur.] Mike made his mind. "Hey, Larry! The third time is the charm! Catch again!"

Mike shouted that, but he sent the ball flying in the opposite direction - toward James!

"Oh!" Lars thought this one was a feint as well so he didn't react in time. He stretched his arm toward the ball but failed to even graze it.

"James!" Mike already started running toward the basket. "Get the ball to me right away! Don't even try to dribble, you hear me!?"

"Aye aye, cap!" James casually jogged to catch the pass. However, right before the ball landed in his hands, something got in the way. "You again!?"

Yuel successfully intercepted the pass.

"Wha the-!?" Mike exclaimed. [What the fuck!? I know I'm not a pro at passing, but I'm pretty damn sure I sent this one straight at James! How did that guy get there in time to intercept!?]

It didn't make any sense. The whole reason Mike chose to pass to James was because of how loose the marking was. This was supposed to be an easy pass that had zero chances of being intercepted!

And yet, Yuel intercepted it. How? Actually, it was elementary.

[I'm glad you passed over here.] Yuel nodded to himself in satisfaction. It was bait all along. He positioned himself far enough from James to make the marking seem loose.

Once Mike glanced in their direction, this misleading picture successfully planted itself in his head. It gave birth to the idea of passing the ball to James. That's when Yuel started moving toward intercepting the ball.

After Mike confirmed that James was free, he spent a couple more seconds dribbling in place and feinting a pass in Larry's direction. That brief window of time was more than enough for Yuel to mark James properly and intercept the pass.

"Shit!" Mike hit the brakes and ran back to mark Lars. That bastard was the most dangerous shooter on the enemy team so the ball wasn't allowed to reach him, no matter what. "Hey James, make sure you grab that ball! We can't lose this offense!"

"On it!" James leaped at Yuel. [I'm tired of your shit, dude! Gimme the damn ball!]

Fortunately, his target was wide open. Yuel grabbed the ball with both hands and spent time examining the court, probably checking whether he'll be able to get a pass across. As such, he wasn't paying any attention to James at all. The ball was completely defenseless!

[Mine!] James channeled all his frustration into his muscles and dashed forward. [I gonna smack the ball right out of this nerd's hands!]

[Here it comes.] Yuel could tell by the aggressive footsteps. He was anticipating this kind of aggression.

But, if that's the case, why didn't he bother driving the ball away to safety? Why was he holding it out in the open, inviting the enemy to strike?

[I'm not skilled enough for that.] Yuel knew that better than anybody. [If I try to compete against any of them with standard basketball moves, they'll eat me alive.]

As such, trickery was the only tool he had to combat these physically superior opponents. Therefore, instead of challenging the aggressor, it was best to turn their aggression against themselves!

Just before the enemy's attack arrived, Yuel loosened his grip on the ball. He wasn't going to put up on any resistance whatsoever.

[Mine! Mine!] James roared internally as he swung his arm like a whip. [I'm tired of your bullshit, man! I'll be taking this ball!]

James thrust his hand with all his strength, fully intent to overpower the enemy's grip. BAM! He slammed the ball real hard!

In fact, he might've struck the ball a little TOO hard. It felt like there was no resistance whatsoever. None at all. Nada.

The ball crashed into the floor, then jumped right back up... toward James' face!

"GAH!" The ball rammed into his face like a truck! The impact almost knocked him off his feet. The world around him became a blur.

[Thank you for your cooperation.] Yuel grabbed the dangerous culprit that just finished assaulting a fellow human. The ball carried out its assassination mission flawlessly, even better than Yuel expected.

It was quite the assault. James was staggering for a while with tears in his eyes. "Shit! This hurts, dammit!"

"Haha!" Larry laughed in the distance. "The heck are you doing?"

"Stop messing around," Mike criticized. "Get the ball back!"

"IT HURTS THO!" James massaged his reddish nose. He was in no condition to pursue Yuel at the moment.

[It was a gamble but it turned out well.] Yuel nodded to himself and started dribbling the ball toward the three-pointer line.

Now, that his mark disappeared, he was free to do whatever he wanted. In fact, he could dash straight toward the basket and score a goal! At least, that's the possibility his enemies should be afraid of right now.

"Damn!" Mike charged at Yuel like a mad bull. [Do I have to do everything myself here!? You're not getting this shot!]

[Don't worry.] Yuel turned around and lifted the ball. [I wasn't planning to shoot in the first place.]

"Wha-!?" Mike almost stumbled in the middle of the dash. [What the hell is he...!?]

Instead of aiming at the basket, Yuel turned around and threw the ball in Mike's general direction. But, of course, his target wasn't Mike. No, it was the unmarked player Mike left behind!

"Shit!" Mike hit the brakes and turned around but it was too late. The pass snuck by him and reached its destination beyond the three-pointer line.

In truth, the ball didn't actually reach the spot Yuel was aiming for. His poor coordination struck again as usual.

Nonetheless, the end result was the same. Yet again, the ball was in Lars's possession and he was beyond the three-pointer line.

[No, you don't!] Mike charged at the distant opponent even though he already knew what'll happen. It was far too late. Lars has already assumed a shooting stance.

WHISH! The ball flew beautifully through the air and pierced right through the center of the basket.

"Two points!" Vincent announced. The score was now 8-0.

[You gotta be shitting me.] Mike gritted his teeth. His clenched fists trembled.

He and Co. were part of the basketball club, yet these amateurs were mopping the floor with them! How was that even possible!? How could some nerds be so good!?

[No, that's not the right question.] Mike realized something once he sorted out his thoughts. [I'm starting to think it's only this doofus who can play. So far, he's the only one scoring shit.]

The score was a crushing 8-0 but it was actually caused by only 4 shots. And, all of them were scored by none other than Lars. Ben didn't get any opportunities to do shit, and as for Yuel...

[He got the ball a few times.] Mike thought. [But, he never shoots. He only passes. Even this time, he was right under the basket, but he opted to pass.]

It was odd. Yuel was completely unmarked back then thanks to James making a fool out of himself. The guy got so close to the basket, to a distance from which any scrub could easily score. That's the reason Mike disregarded everything and charged at Yuel like a mad dog, believing the guy will shoot for sure.

And yet, Yuel opted to pass. Why? Just because he wanted to score 2 points? That seemed like an unnecessary risk.

[When you have a great opportunity to score, you gotta score. You shouldn't be thinking about stuff like scoring three-pointers, not in situations like this.]

Then, why did Yuel pass the ball to Lars back there? He seemed like a guy with a head on his shoulder, so that was surely a calculated move like the rest of his plays.

[Hmph. Let's think about it the other way around.] Mike reasoned. [Maybe he COULDN'T shoot from there. And, if my guess is right...]

Mike analyzed Yuel from head to toe. A skinny guy who didn't look athletic in the slightest, yet fooled everybody into thinking he could play the game.

[So, that's how it is.]

With that realization, the tides of this match were about to turn in a big way...


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Chapter 304: The One Who Can't Play Basketball

[Looks like the gig is up.] Yuel frowned as he watched Mike and James exchange whispers.

A few seconds earlier, Mike was analyzing Yuel from head to toe, like a scientist dissecting a lab frog. He probably figured everything out.

[It was just a question of time.] Yuel thought. [I knew we wouldn't be able to keep this a secret forever.][Though, I hoped we'll score more points before the cat is out of the bag. I should've been more careful.]

The way Yuel chose to pass the ball to Lars instead of shooting was a big tell. He practically shouted, ["I can't shoot for the life of me!"] Mike was sharp enough to pick on things like that.

[No use crying over spilled milk.] Yuel shook his head and concentrated on the enemy's next offense. [A lead of 8 points should be plenty. Even if things start getting rough, we should be able to hold on.]

Unlike with the previous attacks, James was handed the ball for opening this one. The enemy must've wanted to take advantage of the guy's smooth passes right at the start, on the very first play.

The guy grabbed the ball under the basket and aimed in Mike's direction. It was Yuel's job to mark James, so he stepped in between the two.

[I doubt I can intercept his passes.] Yuel thought. [So, I need to tempt him into driving past me.]

It was the same as last time. Yuel loosened his form. He stood in front of James like a scarecrow that posed no threat. It should be easy enough to break past a defender like this. But...

"Heh, dodge me with that shit!" James grinned. [I ain't falling for this again. Mike told me you gonna try to pull something, so I'mma just ignore ya. Just gotta pass, that's what I do best!]

Yuel's ploy fell through. James delivered a sharp pass across the court, right into Mike's hands.

"Dang!" Lars tried to intercept the pass with his long arm but the ball found its way to Mike anyway. "Sick pass, yo!"

"Right? Right?" James nodded in approval as he charged at Lars.

Until now, James was tasked with keeping tabs on Yuel. But, not this time. He ignored his usual mark and went straight after Lars as if everything was planned in advance.

[So, it begins.] Yuel frowned. It was clear enough what kind of tip James received from Mike. The game was about to become ten times harder.

"Lars! He's coming behind you!" Yuel warned as he gave chase. He couldn't keep up with James's speed, so the best he could do was to warn Lars about the incoming danger. "They're going to screen you!"

"Too late for warnings!" James already reached Lars's right flank and assumed a firm stance. "Yo! You ain't passing through."

At the same time, Mike broke into a run while driving the ball. He passed by Lars's right side, the same side James was blocking like an impassable wall!

If Lars charges straight ahead, he'll crash right into that wall. Either he'll get overpowered and get knocked back, or he'll knock the opponent away and cause a foul. In any case, he won't be able to properly chase Mike. At least, not if he charges [straight] ahead.

"Ya ain't getting away!" Lars gave chase regardless! However, instead of dashing forward, he first maneuvered around James's screen.

"Wha-!? This guy...!" James exclaimed.

He rooted himself in place like a tree, bracing for any incoming impact. However, instead of running into him, the wild beast circled around and passed through! James was so concerned about getting tackled that it took him a while to respond to this unexpected turn of events.

"Crap!" James cursed. "Mike, he's after your ass!"

"Doesn't matter." Mike already got close enough to the basket. It was time to shoot. He raised the ball over his head and released it.

"No, you don't!" Lars jumped into the scene at the last moment and slapped the ball away!

"Wha-!?" Mike couldn't believe it. He had already released the ball, yet Lars still reached it in mid-air. Just what sort of monstrous agility and jumping ability did this guy possess!?

The ball jumped away from both of them and ended up in Yuel's hands. It looked like a lucky fluke, but that wasn't the case at all.

Even as Lars hastily smacked the ball in mid-air, he still did his best to aim it in Yuel's general direction. And, Yuel made sure to position himself ahead of time in a good spot for receiving this sort of pass. He calculated that, at best, Lars will only manage to hit the ball out of Mike's hands, that he won't have the luxury to make a proper pass.

And with that, the tides have turned. Now, Yuel's team was on the offensive!

But, there was a problem. A big one.

Even though Yuel was in a pretty good position for taking a shot at the basket, Mike didn't dash at him like last time. Instead, the guy stuck close to Lars and blocked all pass routes.

"Don't mind that nerd!" Mike shouted. "Focus on this three-pointer machine over here."

Following the instructions, James blocked Lars's other side. There was no getting out of this double mark. Even though Yuel was holding the ball and was so close to the basket, the enemy chose to ignore him and gang on Lars instead.

[As I thought, they figured it out.] Yuel's role in this game was that of a delivery boy. All he had to do, all he [could] do, was to deliver the ball to Lars.

The enemy realized Yuel wasn't going to score any shots. Why? Because he couldn't. His aim was atrocious.

And, Mike probably figured that out from their previous exchange. After all, what kind of player would choose to pass the ball when the basket was right in front of him and there were no blockers? Only somebody who couldn't score goals would resort to an inefficient move like that.

Of course, it's not like Mike had any solid proof, so leaving Yuel unmarked was a gamble. In other words, Mike was willing to sacrifice one point to determine just how bad Yuel was at shooting.

[It's the smart thing to do.] Yuel had to admit. [If they learn they can ignore me, they can start using numbers to shut Lars down. That's when the game will start for real.]

Was there anything Yuel could do to prevent this development? No, there wasn't. He had been racking his brain about this predictable problem before the game even started, but he couldn't find a solution.

The enemy was bound to learn of his terrible athletic skills sooner or later, there was no way to hide it. And, once they learn that, they were bound to focus their manpower on the rest of the team. Namely, on Lars.

[But, there's a one in a million chance I can keep deceiving them for a little longer.] Yuel glanced at the ball in his hands, then at the basket in front of him. [If I shoot and score, it'll make them wary of me again. It'll show them they can't just leave me unmarked all the time.]

As unlikely as this plan sounded, Yuel nonetheless dribbled the ball toward the basket and carefully took aim.

Even though his aim was terrible, it's not like he couldn't score any goals ever. As long as he carefully aimed toward the basket and released the ball in that direction, there was always a chance the ball will land inside the hoop. It's just that, in Yuel's case, the chance of that happening was about 1 in 10000000000000000000...

[There's nothing else I can do anyway.] Yuel glanced one last time at his teammates. Mike and James were still pinning Lars down, while Larry was keeping Ben strictly behind him. There was no way of passing the ball to either of them.

So, Yuel had to take the shot and pray for that nano-chance of success. He took his stance and fired toward the basket! Or, at least, the ball [should have] gone toward the basket, but...

The ball flew through the air, then landed on the floor outside the court. BUMP. BUMP. BUMP. It bounced a few times, then went silent. And, all sound on the court died along with it.

"..............." There was a loud silence. Yuel felt countless stares prickling his back. Everybody must've been staring at him, wondering what kind of alien he was.

Needless to say, the ball he sent flying didn't score. In fact, it didn't even touch the hoop. But, that was still fine. It wasn't unusual for amateurs to miss the hoop when throwing.

But, Yuel missed more than just the hoop. He missed the entire backboard! He threw the ball from such a close distance, yet it went completely off-bounds...

That made Yuel's entire resolve sound like a joke. ["Score a goal to make the enemy wary."] Yeah, right. It was a nice short-lived dream, that's all it was.

Instead of establishing himself as a threat, he only proved how utterly incompetent he was. This terrible shot was practically shouting: ["You can ignore me for the rest of the game."]

"A-Ahem." Yuel cleared his throat to break the heavy silence. "I believe it's your ball."

"No shit, Sherlock." Mike gave a half-hearted reply. It seemed he was still a little shocked by what he had just witnessed.

The first one to truly break the heavy silence was James, with his usual annoying laugh. "Hahaha! The heck was that, man!? The heck were you aiming at? Hahaha!"

"There was a mosquito there. I was trying to hit it." Yuel made a dumb excuse and averted his eyes. His cheeks were heating up.

"Haha! This bruh is trash!" Larry joined the laughter. "So, this is a 3v2, huh."

"Pretty much." Mike nodded. "Alright, so this is our new formation. Two will mark Lars, the remaining one will keep tabs on the Meatball."

"Gotcha!" Larry gave a thumbs up.

"Alrighty." James grabbed the ball and grinned. "Let's get this offense rolling!" He passed the ball to Mike. It was a clean pass as usual. Lars failed to intercept it.

"Your gig is up." Mike declared boldly. "Now the game starts for real!"

"Oh, yeah?" Lars smiled confidently. "Come at me, dude!"

"Oh, you bet I will!' Mike dribbled the ball back and forth, trying to throw Lars off balance. But, the bastard didn't yield. He followed every motion without failure and responded immediately whenever Mike tried to make a move. It was impossible to get past him.

[Nah, it's totally possible.] Mike reassured himself. [It's just hella risky. I can't be sure he won't grab the ball somehow.]

In a 1v1, Mike wasn't 100% certain he'll be able to break past Lars. So, there was no reason to keep it as a 1v1, was there?

"Lars!" Yuel called out. "Another screen is coming!"

"Geh, that stuff again!?" Lars glanced behind him. Indeed, James was slithering closer to him like a snake.

But, executing the screen wasn't even the main point here. Mike just needed something, anything, to break Lars's concentration. So, the brief glance Lars threw behind his back was going to cost him dreary.

[Got you!] Mike broke into a sprint and drove the ball toward the basket!

"Gah!?" Lars jumped. "No, you don't!" He turned around and darted after his target. [I'm not lettin' ya score, yooooo- geh!?]

Lars crashed into a wall! Or, more accurately, into a screen!

"Hello there." James grinned while flinching. The collision hurt him a little, but the pain was numbed by the sense of satisfaction. Finally, he stopped this beast and allowed Mike to break through! The game was about to start rolling for real now!

[It's all up to me.] Yuel was the only one in position to defend against Mike's shot. He advanced toward the charging boar and assumed a defensive stance.

Fortunately, defending was actually one of the few areas in which Yuel wasn't completely terrible at. As long as he could predict the opponent's movements and drag them into psychological warfare, Yuel had a chance of defeating them.

But, that only worked on opponents who agreed to entertain him with mind games...

"Move, trash!" Mike didn't slow down in the slightest, even with Yuel standing in his path. He was like a speeding train with a fixed course. Forward! Only forward!

[H-He'll run over me!] Yuel shuddered. An avalanche was heading his way!

[B-But, if he pushes me away, it'll be a foul.] Yuel gulped. [It'll hurt for sure but it's better than letting them score and gain momentum. I have to stand my ground!]

Yuel raised his arms and braced for impact.

"Tch. You got guts, if not else." Mike hit the brakes at the very last second. He also understood the importance of this first goal all too well.

The moment he scores it, the tides of the game will shift in a big way and the team will gain momentum. Therefore, he had to score no matter what. As much as he wanted to ram into this twiggy nerd, this was not the time to foul scrubs.

[Gotta say, though. This guy is crazy.] Mike thought as he raised the ball. [Like, I'd understand standing his ground like this if he were some well-built mofo. But, look at this scarecrow. He's just a skinny lil' bitch. I'd freakin' kill him if I crash into him. Does he have a death wish or something?]

Seriously, the members of the Classmancers club were a bunch of weirdos. There was Lars, who had such amazing talent for basketball yet wasted it all on playing a video game. And, there was this nerdy scrub who apparently sucked ass in basketball, yet employed some nasty tricks to throw everybody off guard. And, even against Mike's intimidating drive, this guy barely flinched.

[I don't get it. These guys are supposed to be nerds pretending to be athletes. What's with all this fighting spirit? Fuck off with that shit!]

Mike shot toward the basket. Despite his anger, the ball flew in an elegant arc and went in.

[I can't stand this. I'll crush you all.] Mike declared. [I'll crush you so hard, you won't want to compete at anything ever again!]

Finally, Mike's team scored the first point. It was just one point, but it was the turning point of this entire game...


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