The Hidden Myth Of Ji Dara Chapter 16
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"What betting outcome has the highest prediction in the next Miami Heat game?"
Chu-Lom!
"Miami Heat defeats the Boston Celtics by a score difference of 19…"
The watch replied as James took a remote control from a table and changes the channel on display, and found out that they were just about to begin the fourth quarter and Boston were leading by 21 points…
"Oh, that's really accurate!"
Jim's sarcasm nearly suffocated everyone within the room except for Kiki who held his hand and squeezed it to show her stance and support;
"Don't worry babe, I won't come short of your expectations!"
Tim whispered into Kiki's ear, but the way his hot breath brushed past her ear, had her red from that ear up to the tips of her hair as she subconsciously clenched her laps together tightly, like an adulteress trying to keep the cum of her infidel from leaking down her thighs…
Soon enough, a Miami Heat player with a 'heroic' name shot four 3 pointers back to back, and the point gap was reduced to twelve…
Two minutes before the end of the game, the same player shot another two 3 pointers reducing the lead to six points, before the strongest player on the Miami side powered his way through the center circle before dunking another 2 points and winning a foul making it up three points…
Twelve seconds later, the heroic player threw a 3 pointer before the foul whistle was blown, allowing him to shoot three free throws, gobbling up a total of six points at a go, meaning that the Miami Heats were now leading three points with about 55 seconds to go…
Another two 3 pointer with two fouls afterwards ensured that the Miami heats were now 15 points ahead with only 15 seconds left…
Now the entire room were stealing glances at Tim only to find out that he wasn't worried in the least, as if having absolute faith in his creation…
The Boston Celtics charged ahead with the ball as their star player who had the name of a famous actor threw a sure 3 pointer, only to find a black hand scoop the ball right from the entrance of the net and countered quickly and after wriggling around, the strongest player on the Miami Heat's team ensured that he dunked another 2 pointer…
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Five seconds left and everyone in the room though were awestruck, had already written it off that the Miami Heat will extend their lead from a 17 point lead to a 19 point lead…
This was because not only did the Miami's have 5 seconds left, but ball was also in the possession of the Boston's as the Miami coach called for a time-out, pausing the game and giving his guys a breather…
"Coach, should we try out that tactic you suggested in last week's training?" The MVP on the Miami side asked whilst taking heavy puffs from intense exhaustion;
"That would really dim the spotlight on our win tonight if we get it wrong…"
The Coach though appreciated that his players were ready to risk a lot to make his dangerous idea work, but was also unwilling to allow their spotlight dim because of a stupid and risky tactics he came up with at their training;
"We will allow the spotlight dim for now so that it can shine brighter in the future…"
The Heroic player who had been shooting impressive 3 pointers butt in, and being the joint MVP of the team, the rest of the squad pretty much followed his decision, as the referee ordered them back into the field;
"Godspeed, my boys!" The Coach insinuated his decision as the guys went back into the court…
Preee!
The referee blew his whistle as the play resumed…
The Boston's who also had a very difficult but famous tactics in their mind found a momentary lapse in the Miami defense and launched a rocket of a pass from end to end, as their point man jumped into the air and prepared to dunk the ball, Jim stood up and patted Tim's shoulder as he muttered with a grin;
"Sorry bro… it's over!"
The player who was about to dunk the ball was the best in that aspect in the entire competition, but just as he was about to slam the ball into the net, a familiar black hand slap the ball of his palm cleanly…
The ball fell into the hands of a Miami player who subconsciously chose to replicate the same famous move as the Boston's, launching the ball to the other end of the court, as everyone saw their heroic player leap off the ground after the ball...
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He didn't catch the ball, but simply nudged it a bit higher, as the game time ended whilst the ball was still in the air;
Buuunn!
Tchala!
The siren blared the end of the game, followed by the sound of the ball entering the net immediately after…
Jim turned back just in time to see the ball enter the net after the time alarm had blared signaling the end of the game as he smiled;
"Damn, I can believe my back is sweating!" Jim realized after the time had blared as he grinned widely…
He was not an antagonist or a villain to his twin brother, but that was just his way of challenging his brother to surpass his best;
"I've always told you to watch and understand basketball, but you never do..."
That was all Tim said as they all saw the final score line change to [Miami 154 – 135 Boston]…
"How is that possible!?" Jim exclaimed as he rubbed his eyes;
"That must either be a glitch or Miami is cheating!" Jim protested;
"Nope, the rule says; as long as the ball has left the player's hand when the shot was made, it still counts…" Sam revealed;
"What!?"
"Are you telling me that, if I throw the ball high into the air, and it enters the net ten seconds after the final blare, my shot would still count!?"
Jim's head was currently spinning as he found it very hard to wrap his head around such an unorthodox rule…
"As long as the ball leaves your hand before the final blare, it doesn't matter if it takes two months for your ball to enter, it would still count…" James subtly added from the side…
"Tim, this is absolutely divine!"
Chu-Lom!
"Anytime, Sam!"
The AI responded as Sam clasped Tim on the shoulder clearly the compliment was meant for the nerd and not the AI;
"I don't know whether to call it a monster or masterpiece, but this is truly the best technology I know exist…"
Sam commended as he walked ahead, followed by James who had no choice but to pull Tim into his embrace, before patting his head and following Sam…
"How did you-?" Jim asked but Tim simply shook his head slightly and explained;
"Tim had long predicted the game even before it started…" He began;
"He uses the real life personal experiences of every single player and staffs of each team, and considers them before making his calculations based on the psychology of everyone…"
"As for Hero, his wife just gave birth, and is in a very high spirits, and their MVP just divorced his toxic wife a while ago which meant his mind was at peace…"
"Finally, the African who made those fantastic blocks finally had his family leave the refugee camp three days before the game, and all this came together to boost the entire team's psyche…"
Tim explained as Kiki, Jim and the eavesdropping duo of James and Sam found their minds blown by the intricacy, attention to details, and the large amount of information the AI would have to filter through to get all these values accurately...
But Tim simply spoke as a matter of factly with a simple shrug of his shoulder...
"I heard when you prospected the idea, but I never believe you could actually get it to work!" Jim was impressed;
"Well, you were one painful motivator, and I never believed it would work either…" Tim admitted;
"Well I am sure of one thing that would always work from now on…" Kiki interrupted;
"What?" Jim and Tim asked almost simultaneously, as Kiki replied;
"Us!" Before planting the deepest and most erotic kiss Tim had ever gotten or seen…
The kiss was almost something straight out of pornos, as Tim decided to find out if that was the case later on…
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