"Damn, Kobayashi! You fooled us all here!" Tanaka grinned, high-fiving the glasses-wearing boy excitedly. "Nice dump!"
Yuki nodded simply, not too enthusiastic about the play. It wasn't due to modesty at all; rather, when he flicked the ball, he realized that Aizawa had noticed his intention and reacted accordingly. If he had been just a second too late, the boy would have easily blocked his dump attempt.
'As expected, someone who attracts the professionals' attention will not be easy to get through.'
Meanwhile, Aizawa wore a smirk on his face. It had been a while since he felt this excited. He couldn't help it; after all, he had an agreement with the Miami Storm—the professional team that contracted him—not to join the high school team to protect himself until he graduated and could only practice with the local team affiliated with the Miami Storm. So, it wasn't easy for him to be competitive like this, and he was thoroughly enjoying the experience.