Rihhane Of Story's
Basketball

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Rihan actually doesn't want to deal with a haughty person like Gibran. However, he did not want Max to be worse off with his illness because of his defeat later and made fun of by Gibran and his friends, so Rihan took the initiative to silence people like Gibran.

"What's the bet?" Repeat Rihan flat. Don't forget his piercing glare, making Gibran suddenly feel afraid.

Not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his basketball team, as well as the many students who had just come for following Rihan, Gibran still put on a haughty face and looked down at Rihan and the others.

"If my team wins, I want Max to be my slave for a semester. If my team loses, it's up to you to do with us." Gibran said as he folded his hands over his stomach.

"A true man will hold his word." Rihan replied flatly then took off the backpack on his shoulder and placed it carelessly down.

"Can you play basketball?" Rihan asked David who had been silent.

"Yes. But not too good." David suddenly became nervous. This was the first time Rihan had ever looked at her and spoken directly to her.

"Rei. You can't be like this because of me. Let me refuse this game. At first me and Albert were playing, why does this have to be?" Max spoke while holding the end of Rihan's shirt crouching to tie his shoelaces.

"Come in the team. Let's just say we're doing therapy for you." Reply Rihan then stood up after tying his shoelaces so as not to loose during the game.

"Just..." Call Max sayu.

"Prepare yourself!" Reply Rihan flat.

"You're just using that, Lex?" Rihan asked Alex, who is still wearing his leather jacket.

"I'll open it, sir." Alex then took off his leather jacket and plastered a tight white t-shirt showing how proportional the body of a person who follows the training hell like Alex.

[Yes, geez! my eyes are really lucky to see this.]"

[If Young Master Rehhand's assistant is that thick, what about the young master himself?]

[That's true! I'd really like to see it]"

[THE SPIRIT OF YOUNG MASTER... WE SUPPORT YOU!]

[Go Gibron's... Go Gibran's... The defending champions will win.]

Such was the whisper of awe and the shout of Alex's body and the shout of passion for Rihan's team. Not to forget also the team of basketball cheerleaders and Gibran fans who also provide support.

"Our numbers are enough. Prepare yourself!" Rihan stared one by one at his teammates.

"What about us?" The strange question from Dian made the atmosphere that had been tense suddenly turn into laughter after Max and Albert.

Rihan just smiled thinly invisible to the others while looking at Dian who put on his strange face. While David, always watching Rihan so he realized Rihan's thin smile on Dian.

"HAHAHA..."

"God! my stomach..." Max held onto his aching stomach from mostly laughing.

"You'd better go home and sleep, Di." Albert said, still laughing.

"It's stupid to be a person! you have to support your team." Ayu looked lazily at Dian next to her.

"Yep... Alright!" Dian nodded her head feeling funny to herself.

"He's smiling? Why looks...

Oh, my God, my mind." Inner David shook his head when he saw Rihan's invisible thin smile.

"You don't want to play?" Rihan asked flatly as he looked at David's headband.

"No. I mean, I'm coming." David answered scratching his head that was not itching.

"Then, what's up with that trouser?" Rihan asked stared intensely at David who was standing one meter in front of him.

"Ak. Yeah, that's all." David nodded his head convincingly.

"Hm."

"We don't have time to change clothes. Is there anything uncomfortable with her clothes?" Rihan asked the four men in front of him.

They use jeans on average with a shirt and a shirt. It must have felt weird playing with clothes like that. While Gibran team dressed in sports because they were playing earlier.

"I don't have a problem." Albert was taken in by the others.

"All right! Everyone knows the basics of this game. Not just a bet to think about, but teamwork. For victory, it depends on how you work together with your teammates. And Max, don't be nervous! Hold emotions. Remember my words, consider this therapy for you." Clearly Rihan was at length while staring intently right at the two eyeballs of each of his teammates.

"We understand." Reply to the four men simultaneously.

"Good."

Prieett

The sound of fluite makes everyone turn to a man about 30 years old who will be the referee later.

"Both teams ready? Remember not to cheat." Said the referee holding the ball in his hand.

"Yes." Yeah."

"When this ball comes off, the game starts." Keep the referee.

Both teams began to focus on staring at the ball in the hands of the referee who had been raised high ready to be released to the top.

Dukes.

The ball is released by the referee, and the game begins.

To Rihan himself, he was so calm. There is no trace of ambition to take the ball. Rihan only paid attention to how the opposing team worked together.

"Good cooperation." Rihan's mind nodded his head as the opponent managed to get the ball into their ring.

"Prepare to be my slave, anti-social." Ejek Gibran on Max when managed to score 2 points.

Max simply clenched his hand holding back the emotions.

"Remember my words, Max." Rihan calms Max down.

Max awakens and exhales trying to calm down.

The game continues. Rihan's team is holding the ball. The ball was being dribbled by Albert.

"Max, get the ball!" Albert shouts and throws the ball at Max.

HUP

"Note to the man with no back 3." Rihan's whisper to Alex.

"Good, Sir."

"Focus Max!" Shouted Rihan.

"Prepare to be my slave, Max. I'll make you feel what it's like to be a slave to a handsome man like me." Gibran's provocation next to Max is dribbling the ball.

Hearing Gibran's provocation, Max's emotions are provoked so that he loses focus and Gibran manages to grab the ball in his hand.

"Haha... It's so sorry for you.." Gibran then passed while dribbling towards the opponent's ring.

HUP

"What the hell..." Shocked Gibran because David managed to take the ball in his hand.

"Repi's Polo..." Shouted David when the ball was thrown at Rihan who was near the opponent's ring.

HUP

Rihan calmly catches the ball then performs a slam dunk.

The spring!

The ball gets into the ring.

A standing ovation was given to Rihan due to his slam dunk technique or inserting a ball with his levitating body.

[WE ARE YOU YOUNG MASTER.].

TOS

David and Rihan then tos for successfully entering the ball.

The game went on and the first half was won by Gibran's team by 1 point.

"Sial...why is that young master so great?" Angry Gibran because they almost lost in the first round. Luckily the time in the first half was up so they won it.

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"Max..." Call Rihan because Max is sitting and shuffling his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry... I was provoked by emotion" Max said in a guilty tone.

"Hey, you're anti-social... Don't make the young master lose. You can't, play well?" Angry Ayu while pointing right at Max's face.

"You have no right to scold him. Go back to your place." Rihan's voice was cold, making Ayu shut up and return to her seat.

"Give me a chance in this second half." Max said as he stared at my dear Rihan.

"We have a backup player?" Canda Albert makes David laugh followed by Max.

"This time don't get emotional, Max." Rihan again reminded and then pulled Max who was sitting to stand up because the break time was up.

"alright. Thank you guys." Max smiled thinly.

Prieeets

Both teams took their own positions.

[HOMEST MAX... WE SUPPORT YOU!]

"It's..." Max is speechless.

"Max's spirit." Rihan is encouraging.

After the first half break, Rihan told Alex to ask the audience who supported Rihan to encourage Max in exchange for a treat by Rihan, so they eagerly agreed.

The game continued until 5 minutes passed with a score of 10 points for Rihan's team and 5 points for Gibran's team.

"Johar, use plan B." Gibran whispers to his friend Johar with the number 3.

"Ready, Boss."

"We'll see how far you've survived" Gibran murmured inwardly, then displayed his sly smile.

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