The referee had just kicked off the second quarter. The captain who grabbed the ball cleverly dribbled two opposing players before throwing the ball towards the opposing hoop, but the throw seemed too strong, mocked by opposing substitutes.
[Haha, they're screwed.]
But the ball bounced on the board before being recovered in the air by the "MC" who directly followed up with a dunk.
[Oh no, we're screwed.]
The two clapped their hands under the smoldering eyes of the "MC's" friend. The opponents went on the attack and easily passed the detective and assistant, only the girl with pink hair whose face was downcast remained. The opposing point guard and ace was slightly wary when suddenly he stopped, looking worried.
(What is this presence? I feel like I'm getting torn apart if I take one more step... Uh... Let's play it safe by throwing a three-pointer... Wait Why am I feeling my fingers?... Where's the ball?!)
He had just realized that the ball had been stolen from him when he was thinking. The assistant ran with the ball and approached the opposing camp.
[Mark their leader and the guy with orange hair, they're the most dangerous!]
[Uh! Which you believe.]
She then stopped away from the 3-point line and got into a throwing position.
[What? But it's almost the central circle! She's just nobody, she can't pull it.]
[Wait, look closely: she's wearing glasses! Which means...]
[Oh no...]
She tossed the ball hard in a half arc.
[Eh! So it's time for me to make a strong and intellectual speech about my talent before the ball goes through the hoop. So you see, you were wrong to think that just because I'm a civilian doesn't mean I can't play basketball. Let me tell you, my strength is beyond your imagination and the reason I purposely look like a nerd is not to lull your mistrust but to be the best intellectually AND physically. For me, scoring a 3 point is not a necessity but a challenge...]
As she spoke, the opposing team plunged into distress at their fate.
[They're just from the audience, how are they so strong?!]
[And they were giving up... It's unfair!]
[Guys it's still 48-15 why are you freaking out??]
Even the public was impressed by the turn of the meeting. The commentator embellished it.
[Oh my god, oh my Lord, oh my mother-in-law who hates me for machine-gunning every evening THE FRUIT OF HER 9 MONTHS OF EFFORTS, What a game! who could have imagined that this glasses nerd was a graceful peacock? ]
[..dreamers and insomniacs who never stop believing in themselves. And that's what makes the difference between a beginner like you and an expert like me. Admit defeat and weep in silence.]
The ball went through the hoop. The public exploded at the resurrection of this team and cheered it on with new songs.
[Give me a C
Give me a O
Give me a C
What is it?
Its a COC!
COC and NUT on the bus
Silver Space prepare your anus!]
The match was restarted, Coconut Dream regained the upper hand and came back.
- The duo "MC" and captain tore the opposing team apart and controlled the hoop. The captain bounced the ball behind her before making a hidden pass from behind above the opponents, recovered in the air by the "MC" who dunked again.
[Not bad for a noob.] As she smirked
[Not bad for the captain of the worst team.] As he giggled.
48-23
- The defense was provided by the pink-haired girl's wall of rage. Each player braked in front of the young girl whose eyes had turned red and never talked, systematically dropping the ball.
[Nope!]
48-30
- The middle was under the sway of the assistant who already had a new nickname "Sniper of delusion, Abandon all hope, ye who are a hoop"
[My calculations are never wrong and I predict your moms will be busy consoling you tonight.]
48-44
The audience roared fiercely at this ascent. Hope was back and one of the day's two dumb dupes, that is, the coaches, crossed her arms in a proud posture.
[Continue!]
For the captain, it was a dream come true. She, who was used to playing with mediocre teammates, felt immense pleasure that day. She no longer needed to defend, she could count on a monster to throw them three-pointers and she had a teammate who pushed her to surpass herself. The public encouraged her, her team triumphed, everything was perfect for this day which also had great moral value. Nothing could spoil this day Which is unfortunately the sign that something was going to oppose it.
The "MC" recovered the ball and got ready to pass it to the big missing person of the day: the detective. However, as he was about to throw it, he met the latter's gaze and shivered. The detective looked at him with big convinced eyes, a look that told a whole story: he had it. The "MC" had done exactly what the detective was talking about earlier. The two stared at each other for a moment that lasted forever, while having a mental conversation.
(Hey.)
(Hey..)
(I'm watching you.)
(!!!)
(You know I got you don't you?)
(N-no what...)
(The moment you realize your wrongs, you're done.)
The "MC' pass was missed and ended up in the audience. The three girls were surprised to see him missing for the first time. He was shaking and looked at the detective who was smirking. The captain approached him.
[Hey lil bro, what's going on? stop spacing out, we're about to pass.]
[ Uh Ah Yes]
The match resumed but followed a different course. The "MC' was making more and more mistakes, not voluntarily, but the detective's words had destabilized him. Kate Lebas in possession of the ball had again crossed the field, alone facing the girl with pink hair, but this times something was different: he was able to pass without being bothered by the aura of the girl whose gaze had changed.
50-44
The captain asked for a time out and confronted her two one-day teammates.
[You two, what's going on? You were playing great earlier, so what's the problem now?]
[Hh... Is it possible to be replaced now? I do not feel good.]
[Uh? You are tired? That is the problem?]
[Maybe he should rest a bit? I will keep him company]
[Negative, if we lose one of you two we won't win, I need him in front to attract the players and you behind to recover the balls, without you I couldn't make three points.]
As they chatted, the detective stood behind the 'MC'.
[Hmm? That's a lot of trouble, I wonder what change could have happened today to cause so many problems to appear.]
[..]
[You again? Why don't you leave us alone? You are boring!]
[Guys! Guys! Do not fight ! Let's go back and win this... Please? You, uh... what's your name little brother?]
[ Marcia Chanter.]
[So your initials are MC?]
[Please mister Luc can you keep it for later? We really need a win here.]
[Oh I'm definitely keeping it for later.]
Play resumed but the problems continued. The Silver Space players crushed the match again and soon they could afford to humiliate the 5, or rather the 4 coconut players. The "MC" lost all the balls he received, the defense of the pink girl was as insignificant as a Swiss cheese and the leader and the assistant had the misfortune to suffer the opposing dribbles.
[OH-MY-GAWD they say it's important for a man to wear two but this guy can't wear one, wait a little maybe the GIRLS WILL HOLD THEM BETTER THAN YOU!]
61-44
(And even.)
[If the leader of the sheep jumps the others will jump too, I guess it also works with the dribbles.]
70-44
(And worse.)
[A lock that allows all keys to pass is the beach of all locks. Don't be the beach* of all locks girl, and I mean YOU THE GIRL WITH PINK HAIR!]
Kate Lebas had just recovered the ball and passed the assistant with a crossover* which sent her to the floor.
[OHLOLOLOLOLOL....inspire LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL She lost a coin on the floor, help her LOLOLOLOLOLOL!]
The audience burst out laughing as the young girl clenched her fists. The detective then chose this moment to put an end to this story. He turned to the "MC' who was looking at him with pleading dog eyes.
[Until when are we going to suffer this unjust masquerade? How long are you and yours going to disrupt our world? Now is the time to put an end to your shenanigans. YOU, Mister Marcia, who is also a feminine name, prepare to face this world's wrath....!!!]
Before he could end a sentence which left to think if there would be something more to add, the detective found himself projected on the ground. Surprised he turned around but was bewildered by the person who had just attacked him. Behind him, the assistant was breathing heavily.
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Crossover: the ball handler changes the ball from one hand to the other using a single dribble.
beach: yes.