Chapter 892: It can’t be that important, right?
Throughout the first quarter of the game, the only players on Hugo’s team who had touched the ball were Atlas and Hugo. It wasn’t that they couldn’t pass the ball, but every time Hugo attempted to pass, Max’s team members would steal it. Not only that, but Max was guarding Hugo because he was the only one who had the chance to score a point.
Atlas only held the ball for less than a second before it was stolen from him.
So when Zoren finally had the ball, it sparked a glimmer of hope in some people’s hearts.
Slater, Haines, and even James suddenly leaned forward, wide-eyed. Not just them, but everyone in the arena seemed to hold their breath as they watched Zoren focus on the ball and casually throw it toward the basket.
The ball went in.
It went in, but the silence in the open court was thicker than ever. Everyone just stared at Zoren. Even Hugo was left speechless as he watched Zoren turn toward the team with a grin and a thumbs-up.
"I scored," Zoren proudly announced, shifting his eyes toward Charles, expecting him to be jumping with joy. But Zoren’s brow furrowed when he noticed that everyone’s gaze was fixed on him, and it gave off a strange vibe.
DING!
The sound of a point being scored rang through the court, followed by a loud buzz. Zoren glanced at the score, tilting his head.
"Is there a delay?" he wondered aloud. "Why does it still say zero?"