Motijheel High? Different stratosphere. He leaned in a little, trying to put on this fake friendly face like he was giving Kiyoshi some insider info, but the condescension was thicker than peanut butter.
“We’ve, uh, seen you guys py before, you know,” he continued, all casual, “from the st tournament.
Did a little… scouting.” He paused for dramatic effect, letting that sink in. Transtion: We’ve analyzed your every move because we’re Motijheel and we leave no stone unturned in our quest for total domination.
“You guys have… team spirit, I’ll give you that. Definitely got a lot of… enthusiasm.” He waved a hand dismissively, like ‘enthusiasm’ was a participation trophy, cute for little kids but totally useless when you’re pying real basketball.
Basically, he was saying Banani’s hype was adorable but ultimately irrelevant.
And then, bam, the punchline. The expertly crafted insult, designed to nd right where it hurts.
“But honestly, though,” Salman went on, his voice dropping a notch, getting all serious and pointed, “scoring power? Not your strong suit. Like, seriously. You guys kinda… struggle to actually put the ball in the hoop.”
He paused for a beat, letting that hang in the air. “Defense is alright, passing is… decent, I guess. But when push comes to shove? You just can’t seem to score enough points.”
He finished with this super dramatic head shake like he was personally offended by Banani High’s alleged ck of scoring prowess. It was like he was saying, 'Everyone knows this, it's just embarrassing for you guys at this point.' His words were a straight-up psychological warfare tactic designed to mess with Banani’s head before the game even started.
He was trying to pnt these little seeds of doubt, make them question themselves, make them believe the hype that Motijheel was just in a different league. He wanted them walking onto the court already feeling like they were pying from behind, pying right into Motijheel's hands by thinking they were inferior. That's a cssic mind-game move.
Kiyoshi just stood there and listened to Salman’s whole spiel with this crazy calm patience. Like, seriously, the dude was unfppable. Salman was ying down the condescending monologue thick and fast, but Kiyoshi’s face? Totally chill.
He didn't interrupt, didn't argue back, didn't even twitch. He just listened, absorbing every single word, his eyes locked on Salman, his face completely unbothered.
As Salman wrapped up his little speech about Banani’s ‘scoring power’ problem, Kiyoshi just kept his cool.
You could see the tiniest, almost invisible smile start to form on his lips. It was barely there, but it was definitely there. When Salman finally stopped talking, probably expecting Kiyoshi to get all defensive or insecure, Kiyoshi just nodded slowly, like he was actually considering everything Salman had just said.
Then, that calm smile of his widened, but it wasn't just polite anymore. It shifted into something else… something a little mysterious, a little knowing. It was kind of unsettling, in a cool way.
“Scoring power, huh?” Kiyoshi repeated Salman’s words, like he was turning them over in his mind. His voice was calm, measured, and there was something… intriguing about it. No defensiveness, no getting riled up, just this quiet confidence.
