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

Kishimoto paused for a moment.

He clearly didn't expect this "little kid" to dare talk to him like that.

"Huh? What did you say?!"

His eyes turned cold, and he raised his fist, ready to strike.

Yan Yi, however, was not afraid at all, and roared back loudly, unleashing his full power:

"You're just a talker; you're not even one ten-thousandth as good as Sendao-senpai!"

"When Sendoh-senpai gets serious, you won't even see his taillights!"

"And Lin Bei! He's a real monster!"

"You frogs in a well have no idea what true terror is!"

"By the time you encounter this, it'll be too late to cry!"

After venting his anger.

Yan Yi's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Kishimoto's increasingly dark and volatile face, which seemed on the verge of exploding.

Oh no, it seems I've overexposed myself and pulled too much aggro.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running away is the best!

"Ahui! You've made a terrible friend! Your taste is awful!"

Yan Yi said those words and turned to run away.

That speed was even faster than his usual 100-meter sprint; he practically left a blur behind him.

"Damn it! Don't run! Don't run if you dare!"

Kishimoto chased after him in a fit of rage, but was stopped by Teruo.

"Senior, forget it."

……

Yan ran for two blocks in one breath, until her lungs felt like they were going to explode before she stopped.

He was holding his knees, panting heavily.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, mixed with tears that had flowed out without him even realizing it.

"hateful……"

"Damn Toyotama High School! I'll remember this!"

Yan Yi vigorously wiped his face, his eyes becoming more determined than ever before.

He pulled out his ever-present notebook from his bag and flipped it open to a page with a fierce motion.

The pen tip scratched across the paper with a sharp, penetrating sound.

"I will never forgive you!"

"Dare to insult Sendoh-senpai, dare to look down on Ryonan, dare to mock Kanagawa..."

Yan Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a fierce flame of revenge—a moment of "darkening" for a data analyst.

"I'll investigate thoroughly! I'll expose you all!"

"They know every single tactic, every single weakness, even what you had for breakfast and who has athlete's foot!"

"Then……"

Yan Yi's lips curled into a sinister smile, a ruthless smile befitting an intelligence expert.

"I will personally pack these materials and send them to Hainan and Xiangbei by express delivery."

"Just you wait and see, you frogs in a well in Osaka."

"The terror of Kanagawa will soon befall you!"

"Hehehe... I'll show you what 'information is power' really means!"

In the sunlight, Yan Yi's short figure was stretched out long.

Although he was unable to participate in the battle.

But in this war, he, as the "strongest support," will definitely not be absent!

……

Osaka Prefectural Gymnasium.

The air conditioner seemed to have stopped working; the air was as hot and dry as a giant sauna.

The screeching sound of the floor scraping against the ground, the squeaking sound of sneakers coming to a sudden stop.

And then there were the waves of angry shouts in the Kansai dialect from the audience.

They mixed together into a suffocating heat wave that shot straight to the top of one's head.

On the scoreboard, the scarlet numbers were alarming: 51:61.

Toyotama High School is 10 points behind.

"Run! Is your leg broken?"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Kishimoto Minori, like a lion whose tail had been stepped on, spat at her teammates while returning to defense.

He was unhappy.

I'm quite annoyed.

He even wanted to hit someone.

Toyotama's proud "run-and-gun" tactic.

Today felt like punching a pile of cotton – I had no way to use my strength.

No matter how fast they speed up, how provocative they are, or how intense their attacks become.

The team opposite them, dressed in dark green jerseys, remained slow and methodical, as steady as a group of old cadres.

Daiei Academy.

"Defense! Stop watching!"

"Keep a close eye on number 4!"

Kishimoto stared intently at the tall player dribbling the ball forward, his back teeth grinding together.

Jun Tsuchiya.

The captain of Daiei Academy, wearing jersey number 4.

Despite being over 190cm tall with long legs, his dribbling movements are as smooth as a point guard's.

Faced with Kishimoto's relentless, dog-like pursuit, Jun Tsuchiya didn't even lift an eyelid, his expression as calm as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

He simply lowered his center of gravity slightly.

"slow."

Jun Tsuchiya's lips moved slightly, uttering a single word.

"What did you say?!"

Kishimoto's eye twitched, and he was just about to physically confront this guy and teach him a lesson.

In the blink of an eye...

Jun Tsuchiya flicked his wrist very subtly, as if a magician were performing a magic trick.

The basketball did not change direction and break through as Kishimoto had predicted.

Instead, as if it had a full-map navigation system, it flew swiftly towards the blind spot of the restricted area, close to Kishimoto's waist.

There, the Da Rong team members had already cut into position.

Catch the ball, jump, and bank it into the basket.

The movements were fluid and natural, without any unnecessary frills.

It's as standard as a textbook, and as cold as a textbook.

51: 63.

The point difference widened to 12 points.

"Damn it!!"

Kishimoto punched the air, then turned and roared at the inside player:

Are you sleepwalking?

"You bought front-row tickets to see the play?!"

"Back up the defense!!"

……

A corner of the audience seats.

The ballpoint pen in Aida Hikoichi's hand left afterimages on the notebook, almost tearing the paper.

"This is terrifying...it's like a complete dimensional attack."

Yan Yi muttered to himself, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

To the untrained eye, that last play looked exciting, and Da Rong's teamwork seemed impeccable.

But in the eyes of this "data fanatic," what he saw was a despairing gap.

"It's not that Toyotama didn't want to defend, it's that they couldn't keep up."

Yan Yi's gaze was fixed on Dai Rong No. 4, who was slowly retreating to his defense.

"Although Kishimoto is foul-mouthed and has a bad character, his strength is definitely among the top power forwards in Osaka."

"But in front of this Tsuchiya Jun..."

"It's just like a primary school student being teased."

Yan Yi turned to another page of the notebook.

There are records of his "investigative expectations" for his old friend Teruo Okawa.

However, at that moment, he looked up and glanced at the Toyotama High School's bench.

Teruo Okawa, who once boasted to him, "I'm a genius," and "I'm dominating Osaka."

He was sitting at the very end of the bench, his neck hunched over.

Clutching a towel, staring blankly at the field, he didn't even have the energy to shout "666" to his teammates.

"Ah Hui..."

Yan Yi sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You say Osaka has a high level of basketball, but you're destined to be a benchwarmer."

"The ones who truly hold up Osaka..."

Yan Yi closed the page about Hui Nan and turned to a brand new one.

He solemnly wrote down three large characters and circled them heavily:

【Tsuchiya Jun】.

"Dairei Academy is not a team that relies on overall strength."

"To be precise, they are a single-core warship that revolves entirely around that number 4."

Yan Yi narrowed his eyes, and another figure unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

The spiky-haired guy leisurely fishing by the sea in Kanagawa.

"Tall and imposing, with a godlike vision, he can orchestrate plays, score, and his calm playing style is frightening..."

"Isn't this...?"

"The Osaka version of Sendoh-senpai?!"