Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

"yes!!!"

The roars of the Ryonan members were still tinged with exhaustion.

But the confusion in his eyes had been replaced by a murderous aura.

"beep--!"

The pause has ended.

The smoke of battle has risen again.

On the Shohoku side, Sakuragi Hanamichi still maintained his arrogant "I'm the best in the world" attitude.

He walks with a swagger, his nose in the air.

"Boss Monkey!"

"Are you ready to face the punishment of this genius?"

"This time I'm going to shit on your head!"

As he passed by Uozumi, Sakuragi didn't forget to spout trash talk.

This time, however, Uozumi neither flew into a rage nor retorted.

He merely glanced coldly at Sakuragi, his gaze as calm as a cold, lifeless rock.

This unusual silence startled Sakuragi.

"Tch, all pretentious."

The game continues.

Lingnan ball rights.

Sendoh dribbles the ball and advances.

He slowed down his pace and stopped rushing into fast attacks.

Instead, he resembled a patient hunter, searching for the fleeting cracks in Shohoku's defensive system.

Rukawa Kaede lowered his center of gravity, staring intently at Sendoh, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

Even he, who was always proud and arrogant, had to admit that the man in front of him was unfathomable.

That kind of composure in control of the entire scene was breathtaking.

"Come on," Rukawa Kaede thought to himself.

The immortal path moved.

But instead of breaking through, he subtly flicked his wrist, and the basketball, as if guided by eyes, flew straight to the high post inside.

There, Jun Uozumi had already secured his spot.

"Don't even think about it!"

Akagi Takenori roared and blocked Uozumi from behind, like an impenetrable wall.

The two enormous bodies collided once again.

But this time, Uozumi didn't force a shot.

The moment he received the ball, he suddenly turned his body to the side.

Instead of squeezing Akagi, he used his broad back to create a solid screen!

"What?!" Akagi's pupils shrank sharply.

In that instant, a figure cut in from the baseline like a ghost.

Fukuda is auspicious!

This is the man who is constantly mocked by Sakuragi and reprimanded by Taoka.

At this moment, he displayed an astonishing burst of power, instantly leaving Sakuragi Hanamichi behind!

"Oh no! Sakuragi lost sight of us!" Miyagi shouted.

Sakuragi was completely captivated by the clash between Uozumi and Akagi.

Fukuda seized the opportunity when he was distracted for just a moment.

"ball!"

Fukuda roared.

Uozumi's basketball seemed to have been practiced a thousand times before, and he precisely placed it into Fukuda's hands.

At this moment, only a wide-open basketball hoop remained in front of Fukuda.

And... Takenori Akagi, who is desperately trying to cover the retreat.

"Don't underestimate me!!"

Akagi was delayed by Uozumi.

But with its terrifying explosive power, it still managed to completely block out the sky at the last moment.

Fukuda was about to crash into that black wall.

But he did not back down; his eyes, which always carried a hint of nervousness, burned with an intense desire to score.

He forcefully pulled in his stomach in mid-air, his whole body like a folded piece of paper, barely managing to squeeze under Akagi's armpit.

A layup!

"Whoosh!"

The basketball bounced off the backboard and went into the net.

51: 44.

"Roaraaaaaah!!"

Upon landing, Fukuda let out a hysterical roar, pounding his chest as if trying to shatter all the pent-up emotions.

"Good shot! Afu!"

The Ryonan bench erupted in cheers. Taoka Shigeichi clenched his fist in triumph.

"Well done! That's it! Tear them apart!"

Akagi landed on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

He glanced at Fukuda, who was celebrating, and then at Uozumi, who was silently retreating to his defense.

He realized it.

Ryonan has changed their formation.

Uozumi was no longer the main attacker; he became the most terrifying support, activating Fukuda's scoring machine.

"Damn it! That stinky Ah Fu! How dare he sneak attack this genius!"

"Quick attack! Quick attack! Good fields!"

"Give me the ball! I need to get it back!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so angry that he yelled and picked up the basketball to serve.

"Calm down, Sakuragi!"

Miyagi Ryota shouted to stop them, "There's still time! Take it one step at a time!"

The last 30 seconds of the first half.

Shohoku's final attack.

Miyagi dribbled the ball across half-court and faced Sendoh, appearing extremely cautious.

"Everyone, spread out!"

Miyagi made a gesture.

Akagi holds the inside position, Rukawa roams the wing, and Mitsui lurks in the corner.

Standard positional warfare.

However, Ryonan's defense has also changed.

They tightened their defense, like a tightly sealed sack, fiercely protecting the penalty area, allowing shots but not drives.

"Since you're not coming out, then I'll vote!"

Mitsui Hisashi received the ball in the corner, glanced at Koshino, who was a step away from him, and jumped without hesitation.

Her posture remained perfect, as elegant as a work of art.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc.

"when!"

The physical exertion left Mitsui's fingers somewhat stiff, and the basketball bounced off the front edge of the rim.

"rebound!!"

Akagi and Uozumi jumped again.

This time, Uozumi didn't watch the game at all.

Instead, he used all his strength to firmly grip Akagi's lower body, making him unable to jump like a tree stump.

"That's mine!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi soared into the sky from the other side, his red hair flying through the air.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the basketball, another hand was faster than him.

Sendoh Akira!

He burst out from behind Rukawa, and with a gentle tap at the highest point, tipped the rebound to Yueye on the outside.

"Counterattack!!"

After landing, Sendoh let out a loud shout, which was not loud but had a chilling quality to it.

The entire Ryonan team charged towards the front like arrows released from a bow.

The last 8 seconds of the first half.

"Get back on defense! Get back on defense now!" Ayako shouted from the sidelines.

But Ryonan's counterattack was too fast; it was a release of pent-up anger from the previous half of the game.

He dribbled the ball twice in the cross-country lane and then made a long pass to Fukuda, who was making a fast break.

Fukuda catches the ball, but there's no one in front of him.

"Don't even think about it!!"

Just as Fukuda was about to make a layup, a dark shadow came hurtling in with a gust of wind.

Rukawa Kaede!

He actually caught up with Fukuda at lightning speed, leaped high into the air, and prepared to deliver a crushing blow to Fukuda.

Fukuda caught a glimpse of Rukawa out of the corner of his eye and was startled.

But he did not force a move.

Instead, it made an extremely stealthy transmission in the air, as if it had eyes in the back of its head.

Sendoh Akira caught the ball and easily scored with a layup over an open basket.

"beep--!"

At the same time, the whistle blew to end the first half.

51: 46.

In the final minute, Ryonan narrowed the gap to 5 points with their shameless physical tactics and tenacious defense.

"call……"

Sendoh landed and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

Looking at the scoreboard, the smile on his lips still lingered, carrying a hint of provocation.

"Not bad, only 5 points."

He turned around and looked back at Shohoku's bench.

At this moment, Lin Bei stretched and stood up from his chair.

"Ah...it's over."

"Looks like the second half will be busy."

Lin Bei rubbed his eyes and looked at his teammates walking off the field.

Akagi Takenori walked off the stage with a solemn expression and took the towel handed to him by Ayako.

Despite being in the lead, he felt unprecedented pressure.

The resilience of the Ryonan team is like that of an unkillable cockroach.

"You all did a great job."

Coach Anzai said with a smile, his glasses reflecting the light.

"The second half is where the real battle begins."

He turned to look at Lin Bei.

"Lin Bei, is your phone fully charged?"

Lin Bei unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and his eyes gradually cleared.

Although he still carried a hint of laziness, the sharpness hidden deep in his eyes made the surrounding air feel slightly cooler.

Well, more or less.

Lin Bei twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, as if some kind of seal had been broken.

"Now that the score has been caught up..."

He glanced at Taoka Shigeichi, who was loudly lecturing and spitting as he spoke across from him.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Then let's be a little more serious."

"Otherwise, the audience will ask for refunds."