The teacher, who had assud the role of the observer, was now seeing a completely different side of his student, one that had been carefully hidden beneath layers of indifference.
Ross landed gracefully on the court, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His grin was confident, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
This was the mont he had been waiting for—the chance to finally show what he was truly capable of. He wasn't just the lazy guy on the court anymore.
"Ross! That was amazing!" Sophia's voice rang out from the sidelines, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She clapped loudly, clearly proud of his performance.
"Yeah! Do more of that!" Jasmine added enthusiastically, her smile wide. Both of them were cheering for him like he had just won the ga, and their support filled him with a sense of pride.
Even Natalie, standing beside them, smiled warmly, her eyes following him with a new level of respect.
Ross's attention shifted montarily to his cheer squad. He saw the pride in their eyes, the way they looked at him like he was capable of anything.
It was a feeling unlike any other—he could look weak, lazy, or disinterested in front of everyone else, but in front of them? He had to be the best version of himself. He couldn't afford to be anything less.
But not everyone on the court shared the sa sentint. The players on his team were still catching their breath, unsure of how to process what had just happened.
Their earlier arrogance had been replaced with confusion and a tinge of uncertainty.
They had underestimated Ross, and now they had to deal with the reality that he wasn't the unmotivated newbie they had assud him to be.
The PE teacher, too, was caught off guard. His expectations had been shattered in an instant. Ross had gone from being a slacker to a dominant force on the court.
The teacher's mind raced as he tried to understand what had just occurred. Had Ross been holding back all along? If so, why? And what else was he capable of?
For the first ti in the ga, all eyes were on Ross. The players, the coach, and even the audience were waiting for him to make his next move.
They had seen the potential, and now they were wondering just how much more he had to offer. The court was silent for a brief mont, but the energy in the air was palpable.
Ross took a deep breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He wasn't just playing the ga anymore—he was owning it. And as the ball was passed to him once more, he knew there was no turning back.
And that was exactly what he did in the following minutes.
"This is impossible!" the PE teacher exclaid, his voice filled with disbelief. At first, he couldn't fathom what he was witnessing.
Ross, who had seed so indifferent at the start of the ga, was now dominating the court like a seasoned professional.
But as the minutes ticked by and the ga progressed, the teacher's disbelief slowly transford into sothing else—sothing far more intense.
It was excitent, the kind of excitent one feels when they know they're witnessing sothing extraordinary, sothing that could change everything.
One could only imagine what kind of talent Ross was showcasing—this wasn't just impressive for a casual pickup ga.
No, this was the kind of performance that could put the university on the map. If the scouts from other schools were watching, they wouldn't be able to ignore him.
By the ti the ga neared its end, Ross had already scored an astounding 150 points, and the crowd was silent, watching in stunned awe.
But the numbers didn't stop there—he had 15 rebounds, 20 steals, and 10 blocks. And all of this was achieved with flawless execution. His shooting percentage was unreal.
Every basket he took, no matter the distance or difficulty, found its mark. Ross hadn't missed a single shot. 150 points without a single miss!
The gym was filled with a palpable tension as everyone tried to process what had just happened. The shock wasn't just confined to the PE teacher.
The varsity players, the ones who were supposed to be the stars of the ga, were staring at him in disbelief.
They were used to playing with, and against, so of the best players in the university, but they had never seen anything like this before. They couldn't understand how it was possible.
They had expected to crush the new guy, but now they were the ones getting crushed, and with such a perfect record to boot.
Every pass they made, every attempt at blocking him, ended in failure. Ross moved like he was operating in a different league, a level of play none of them had ever encountered.
The players exchanged confused looks, as if waiting for soone to explain what was happening. They couldn't bring themselves to believe it, but the numbers on the scoreboard didn't lie.
Ross had beco an unstoppable force on the court. His stat line was one for the history books—no one had ever perford like this, especially not against a team like theirs.
The players were no longer focused on winning. Their eyes were fixed on Ross, who seed to be doing the impossible with every step, every move.
They began to wonder if they were witnessing sothing bigger than just a ga. Maybe this was the ergence of a future basketball legend. Or maybe they were simply in the presence of soone so skilled that even their best moves couldn't stop him.
The PE teacher, who had originally expected a lackluster performance, was now pacing along the sideline, unable to keep still. His mind was racing. He had witnessed extraordinary players before, but nothing like this.
He could already imagine the scouts and the dia starting to pay attention to Ross.
If he kept this up, there would be no end to the opportunities that would open up for him. College basketball, pro leagues—they would all be knocking on his door.
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