<b>Chapter </b>254


    <i>“</i>With this kind of performance, they think they can represent Comett High School in the nationals? They’re dreaming<b>!</b><b>”</b>


    Jack’s face turned a deep shade of red as he overheard the students from Comett High School grumbling.


    By halftime, Westbrook High School was already ten points ahead.


    “Has Dane’s team lost their minds today? They’re ying like beasts!” The yers from Comett High School were fuming. “How has Westbrook High improved so much since the prelims?”


    They were struggling to keep up.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    Jack shot a nce at Dane and his team, who were all smiles, and a cold glint shed in his eyes.


    *Jack, what do we do now<i>? </i>If we are still like this, they’re definitely going to win,” a yer from Comett High School asked with a serious expression.


    “Win? Not so fast Jack sneered, “Gather around, I’ll tell you what we need to do when we get back on the court…”


    ‘Dane, those losers from Comett High School are up to something,” Alex nudged Dane with his elbow.


    “Let them plot. We just need to focus on our game.”


    Dane stood up and addressed the Westbrook High School yers loudly, “Everyone yed great just now. Keep it up, and this game is


    ours!


    “Let’s follow Dane’s lead!*


    ‘Let’s crush Cot High School!*


    “After we win, let’s hit up that burger ce Dane’s family owns!”


    *Sure, eat as much as you want.”


    After Dane finished speaking with a grin, he couldn’t help but nce up at Flora in the stands.


    Feeling his gaze, Flora saw his eyes sparkling like stars. He lifted his chin towards her as if to say, they were sure to win.


    Flora smiled and gave them a big thumbs up.


    When the second half of the game began, Cot High School’s strategy hadpletely changed. They stopped focusing on defense and started ying aggressively.


    Just as Alex intercepted the ball, a Comett High School yer charged straight at him, deliberately knocking him down.


    Alex hit the ground hard, writhing in pain, and another Comett High School yer stomped on his elbow.


    “Ah!” Alex screamed in agony.


    The game was temporarily halted due to the incident.


    Dane hurried over to check on Alex’s injury.


    “Sorry, I didn’t see you fall.” Looking at Alex, who was pale and sweating from pain, the Comett High School yer withdrew his foot, feigning innocence.


    “You did that on purpose!” The Westbrook High School yers shouted, outraged.


    “Prove it. The ref didn’t <b>say </b>we did it on purpose<b>, </b>so what makes you think so?” the Cot High School yers retorted confidently.


    “Well, it was just an ident. The game will continue.”


    The referee coughed lightly and quickly walked away.


    The Cot High School yer smirked at Dane and walked off.


    *How are you? Can you continue?” Dane helped Alex up, frowning with concern.


    “Yeah!” Alex clutched his swollen elbow<i>, </i>his face set with determination.


    The game resumed, and Dane was the first <b>to </b>sessfully intercept the ball.


    A group of Cot High School yers blocked him, intentionally jabbing him with their elbows and bodies. Dane narrowly avoided injury several times.


    Protecting the ball, he faked a move and passed <b>it </b><b>to </b>a Westbrook <b>High </b>School yer.


    <b>Just </b>as his teammate caught the ball and was about <b>to </b>shoot, a Cot High School yer charged at him<b>, </b>tripping him and stomping on his fingers!


    In no time, Dane’s teammates were battered and bruised.