Chapter Three: Whose Script?

Xinglan did not demand the pass; she sprinted to the right corner and dragged a defender away. Tang finished off the glass through contact. The crowd exploded. Qiao caught up and struck Xinglan between the shoulders. “You called it.” “We're not done.” For four possessions, Xinglan seemed to see every seam before it opened. When Yunzhou showed high, she bounced the ball to Qiao. When the defense collapsed, she found Tang. When they switched to single coverage, she attacked and made two straight pull-up jumpers. Right foot down. Left hip stable. Knee tracking over the toes. Movements that had vanished from her body in the first life now fit together perfectly.