Chapter Three: Whose Script?

Behind them, Yanqiu searched her tablet. Seconds later, she looked up. “In Yunzhou's last six games, number twelve slipped the first possession after the initial third-quarter timeout five times. Four drew fouls on bigs.” Du looked at Xinglan as though seeing a new player. The horn called them back. He lifted the substitution card. “Xinglan for Zhou.” Luo stood. “Coach Du—” “I am responsible for the game,” Du repeated. Yunzhou set two players high. Number twelve approached, veered away, and cut sharply. Qiao started to step out. “Don't switch!” Xinglan shouted. She squeezed through the screen and reached into the passing lane. The ball brushed her fingertips and changed direction. Tang collected it and broke forward.