When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Serena’s First Strike

He turned to the other injured player. “What about you?”

The boy rubbed his wrist. During an attempted dunk, a state team player had leapt up the rim, smacking the ball from his hands with surgical precision. He’d clearly heard the crack in his wrist.

It wasn’t broken or dislocated, but he was sure it was a fracture. The pain was sharp and drilling.

Maybe he could grit his teeth and keep going-but he was afraid they really would cripple him. “I… I’m out.”

He kept his head down, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

He knew they must be despising him-Thanos was hurt far worse and still pushing through, yet his own injury barely showed and he was quitting.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Thanos grinned wide, his teeth flashing, his eyes warm. “It’s fine.”

The injured boy’s eyes suddenly stung.

Patrick snorted, uninterested. “Anyone else? If not, we’ll let the school team fill in.”

A plastic bottle clattered to a stop at Patrick’s feet. His name was printed on the label.

“I’m not a person?”

“Serena!”

Thanos felt the pain in his leg vanish, the ache in his heart dissolve, and sunlight break through the clouds.

Then, a thought hit him. “You’re going in?”

Serena stepped up to Patrick. “Yeah. I’m going in.”

Patrick’s eyes narrowed.

He’d been wanting to deal with the loudmouthed clown who had bullied his goddess Celeste. He’d just refrained because she was a girl, and it wouldn’t look good if he went after her himself. But now-she was delivering herself right to his hands.

On the other court, Jeremy laughed. “Building B’s really out of players, huh? Sending in a girl?”

Serena turned her head. “One girl is enough to wipe the floor with you.”

“You-!” A good student like him wasn’t about to stoop to the level of a cheating, violent piece of trash.

The mood in Building B suddenly lifted.

They didn’t exactly like Serena either-but they liked watching Building A swagger around even less.

“Serena! Go get ’em!” Rowan had somehow gotten her hands on a small flag and was waving it like crazy.

Indigo and Solstice exchanged a glance.

“If the Devil’s backlash is real,” Solstice muttered, “those guys are about to be in trouble.”

No surprise-Solstice didn’t get the ball.

“Damn it! Shady again! Is this ref poisoned? That toss might as well have been a handoff to Patrick!”

Wesley cursed and scrambled back to defend. But the opponent spun past him with ease, the basket wide open.

Jump, dunk-beautiful!

Except the ball ricocheted off the rim and smashed into the dunker’s face, knocking him flat.

He fell from the height he’d jumped, and as he landed, a smaller figure came down too-her foot planting right onto his ankle.

Crack. One down.

How had it happened? No one was quite sure.

One second, someone was going up for a clean dunk-then, somehow, Serena had appeared from nowhere. By the time anyone noticed her, the ball had already bounced off the rim into his face, and the small figure had snatched the rebound, landing squarely on his ankle,

Yep. Just like that.

The whistle blew, “Foul! Hitting an opponent!”

Serena held the ball, face blank and unreadable. “Which eye saw me hit anyone?”

The referee pointed at her foot. “And that doesn’t count?”