Before anyone could even react, all they saw was that white figure leaping gracefully into the air. The red ribbon trailing from her wrist carved a sharp arc through the sky.
Then—*bang*—the basketball was forcefully slammed into the hoop.
The entire hoop rattled from the impact, a testament to how much strength she had put into that shot.
Holding onto the rim with one hand, Avira paused briefly before leisurely dropping to the ground.
“So… that dunk wasn’t a lie, okay?”
For a moment, the air seemed frozen.
The boys were dumbstruck, taking a long time to come back to their senses.
“Damn it… It had to be a fluke! How could a shrimp at 165 cm dunk?!”
Embarrassed by losing a point, one of the boys clenched his fists in anger. “This punk is way too arrogant! Three-on-one, huh? Fine, let’s make it three-on-one!”
But they soon discovered that no matter how tightly they defended, Avira always managed to slip past them using bizarre speed and unfamiliar moves, driving in for another slam dunk.
The outcome of this game had been clear from the very beginning!
“This will be the last shot…”
She glanced at the three opponents in front of her, who were visibly exhausted and had already lost their fighting spirit, and let out a soft laugh.
That lazy voice was laced with blatant mockery, as if to remind them how foolish and absurd it had been to provoke her.
But for this final shot…
Under the angry, disbelieving stares of the boys, she pulled the ball behind her back, executed a swift turn, and effortlessly evaded the first boy trying to block her!
The boy to her side lunged to intercept, but nobody could know the ball’s path better than she did!
Leaving those two in the dust, she found herself facing the buzz-cut boy who had planted himself right in front of her.
“Well… this is where I should make my move, right?” she said, almost as if she were questioning herself. Instead of trying to dribble past him, she threw the ball forward.
The boys blinked in confusion, turning around to see a figure suddenly appear in the once-empty paint.
Blue hair gleamed under the sunset, slicing gracefully through the air.
The boy leaped lightly, catching the ball that hadn’t even been close to the hoop, and gently flicked it into the basket.
“What the…? When did *he* get there?!”
The three boys collapsed onto the ground, staring in disbelief at the boy who had suddenly shown up, the same one they had earlier blocked out of the game.
Maybe they’d been too focused on that small figure to notice when this other boy had appeared.
And that tiny, seemingly harmless kid…
She wasn’t even human, right?!
“Well… the game’s over…” Avira drawled, walking over to them with a lazy smile. “Now, strip.”
Her languid, gentle voice carried an undeniable arrogance.
The devilish allure she exuded was spine-chilling.
It wasn’t that they were cowards; it was just that her aura right now was truly terrifying.
The boys’ faces turned pale, and they seemed frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move.
Why did people always insist on doing such foolish things?
Avira Nassy raised an eyebrow, looking at the three defeated boys.
Earlier, they had been so cocky, threatening to beat her to the ground and strip her to see if she was a girl. Now, they looked like a bunch of lost dogs…
People always trusted their eyes too much, often landing themselves in trouble.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her hazy eyes glimmering with a bewitching allure.
Her tone was so unreadable that no one could tell what she was thinking.
Suddenly, a hand reached over from behind, wrapping around her shoulders, and a cool voice spoke from above.
“Let’s go.”
“Uh…”
Avira was momentarily stunned. She looked up to see a boy’s jawline, etched into a proud curve by the golden rays of the sunset.
His striking features became even more captivating under the setting sun, but his deep eyes remained as cold as ever, revealing no emotion.
George turned his face slightly, addressing the boys on the ground, who were staring at Avira as though they had seen a ghost. “Remember, the one who beat you today was from Eastwest.”
With that, he draped his arm around Avira’s shoulders and walked away without looking back.
Though his voice still carried that sleepy tone, there was an undeniable sense of justification.
Given the situation earlier, if she hadn’t agreed to the match, they wouldn’t have let her leave. More importantly…
“You only agreed to that bet because you saw me return, didn’t you?”
Smart as ever, George Backer had easily seen through her intentions.
Avira pursed her lips and tilted her face up at him. “Eh…? You figured it out, huh…”
The fading sunlight painted her cheeks with a rosy glow.
A flicker of something indecipherable passed through his eyes, but it was soon veiled in mist, making his gaze even more unfathomable.
“You seem to know a lot about me, don’t you?”
“Not really…”
