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

Meanwhile, at a street basketball court not far from Akagi's house.

The night breeze was cool, and the dim streetlights cast long shadows.

The Shohoku players have just survived a "barbecue defense battle".

With their round bellies sticking out, they waddled onto the court like a flock of penguins.

"belch--!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, completely unconcerned about his image, let out a loud burp, patted his bulging belly, and looked utterly blissful.

"That thick-cut beef tongue was absolutely amazing... Master, you're so generous!"

Miyagi Ryota, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, hands in his pockets, looked completely at ease.

"Lin Bei is usually incredibly lazy, but he's never stingy when it comes to treating people."

Only Rukawa Kaede still had a poker face.

He held a basketball in his hand, his eyes fixed on Lin Bei, who was slumped on a bench digesting his food, with the gaze of a hungry wolf.

Even with his stomach full of roasted meat, the kid's fighting spirit didn't diminish in the slightest.

"Feed".

Rukawa Kaede walked up to Lin Bei and slammed the ball to the ground with a "bang".

"Bullfighting".

Saying even one more word means you've lost.

Lin Bei lazily lifted his eyelids, looking at Rukawa Kaede as if he were an idiot:

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Just ate two pounds of pork belly, and now you're doing strenuous exercise?"

"Do you want appendicitis or a prolapsed stomach?"

"No, I need to digest."

Lin Bei waved his hand and changed to a more comfortable position, adopting the "Ge You slouch".

Rukawa Kaede frowned.

"I'll do it!"

An overly confident voice interrupted.

Mitsui Hisashi walked over while flexing his wrists.

He casually tossed his jacket aside, revealing a black T-shirt underneath, his eyes defiant:

"Since Lin Bei wants to focus on health, I'll keep you company."

"I just ate too much, so I'll exercise to help with digestion."

Rukawa turned to look at Mitsui, paused for two seconds, and nodded:

"OK."

Although not as freakish as Lin Bei.

But Mitsui-senpai can be considered a worthy opponent.

Seeing that there was something to watch, the others immediately gathered around to watch the drama unfold.

"Wow! Former junior high MVP versus super rookie!"

"This is going to be interesting!" Miyagi whistled.

Sakuragi picked his nose with a disdainful look: "Tch, two chickens pecking at each other."

on the field.

Rukawa Kaede has the ball, and Mitsui Hisashi is on defense.

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

Although it was just an after-dinner entertainment session.

But these two are a paranoid man with an insatiable sense of self-esteem and a prodigal son eager to prove himself; neither of them is going easy on the other.

Rukawa Kaede lowered his center of gravity, and the basketball darted between his legs at high speed.

He stared intently at Mitsui's shoulder, searching for any weakness.

"I will not lose to anyone!"

Regardless of Lin Bei or Xian Dao!

Rukawa roared inwardly and suddenly activated!

The first step was lightning fast!

Mitsui's pupils constricted slightly, and he instinctively retreated to block the attack.

But Rukawa Kaede's prayer was just a charade.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mitsui's center of gravity shifted, he changed direction again and overtook the car directly from the right!

"So fast!" Mitsui was startled.

But he was a seasoned veteran, and he quickly turned around to chase and defend, sticking to her tightly.

Rukawa Kaede drove into the paint and jumped.

Mitsui took off simultaneously, raising both arms high, blocking all angles for a layup.

"How naive! Rukawa!" Mitsui shouted.

However, Rukawa Kaede displayed superhuman strength in his waist and abdomen while in the air.

He forcefully pulled in his stomach mid-air.

He pulled his hand back from the layup and made a very wide pull-up, avoiding the block, and then gently flicked the ball with his backhand.

"Whoosh!"

The plate is wiped into the net.

The movements were graceful, elegant, and beautiful as a painting.

"pretty!"

Miyagi couldn't help but cheer.

Rukawa landed and wiped his sweat expressionlessly.

"That wretched fox!"

"He got away with it again!"

Sakuragi was so angry he gritted his teeth, jumped up from the sidelines, pointed at Rukawa, and yelled:

"Rukawa Kaede!"

"If you're so capable, challenge this genius to a one-on-one duel!"

Rukawa Kaede didn't even look at him, picked up the ball, and coldly uttered three words: "...Big idiot."

"What?!"

"How dare you ignore this genius?!"

Sakuragi was so angry that he yelled and rolled up his sleeves, ready to have a real-life showdown.

At that moment, Mitsui reached out and stopped Sakuragi.

A stubborn, defiant look lingered on his face:

"Wait a moment."

"You went first, but according to the rules, I have one more chance to attack."

Rukawa Kaede frowned and muttered to himself:

"What a hassle... such a strong competitive spirit..."

Though the sound is soft, the damage is immense.

A "well" character instantly appeared on Mitsui's forehead as he pointed at Rukawa and roared:

"Stop pretending, you little brat!"

"You really put all your strength into that shot just now!!"

"Give me the ball!"

With a sigh, Rukawa Kaede casually passed the ball over: "The last ball."

Mitsui receives the ball and stands directly at the three-point line.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

No fancy dribbling, no fakes.

Catch the ball, bend your knees, jump, and shoot.

A textbook shooting form, smooth and fluid.

Just as Rukawa was about to defend, he discovered that Mitsui's attack was extremely fast.

"A three-pointer?" Rukawa Kaede was taken aback.

The basketball traced a towering rainbow arc in the air.

Everyone held their breath.

"Whoosh—!"

The crisp sound of the net being pierced was as melodious as a musical piece.

The ball swished through the net, sending white waves crashing against it.

Three-pointer!

Mitsui maintained his shooting posture, his lips curling into a wide grin:

"victory!"

"3 to 2, I won."

Rukawa Kaede looked at the rolling basketball, somewhat speechless.

"Despicable! Utterly despicable!"

"He actually shot a three-pointer!"

Sakuragi immediately jumped out from the sidelines, pointed at Mitsui, and shouted.

Miyagi grinned mischievously, "Exactly, exactly. Bullying your junior, Mitsui, you're too 'cunning'."

Rukawa Kaede didn't say anything, but silently walked up and patted Mitsui on the shoulder.

Mitsui, still basking in the thrill of his decisive victory, turned around: "What? Want to become my apprentice?"

Rukawa pointed to the spot where Mitsui had jumped, his face expressionless:

"I stepped on it."

Mitsui was taken aback: "Huh?"

Rukawa Kaede pointed to the almost completely worn-out white line on the ground, his face serious:

"Caught in the line."

"So it's two points. 2-2, a tie."

Mitsui's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and he jumped up and down in a fit of rage:

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't step on it!!"

"That's a standard NBA distance!"

"I'm still 800 meters away from being offline!"

"And how could you possibly see that!"

"This is slander! A biased referee!"

Rukawa Kaede, still with his deadpan expression, said firmly, "I spotted it."

"You're talking nonsense!!"

Mitsui instantly regressed to a primary school student, arguing heatedly with a red face and a thick neck.

"I saw it."

"I didn't see it!"

"I stepped on it."

"I definitely didn't step on it! My shooting touch tells me I didn't!"

The two started arguing like fighting cocks in the middle of the court, their childishness was outrageous.

Those around him were speechless.

A cold and aloof male god, and a delinquent playboy.

Why does putting them together cause an IQ to plummet?

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, with a "I'm the boss" expression, forcefully squeezed between the two.

"It's so noisy!"

"They're arguing over such trivial matters; they're just a bunch of immature brats."

Sakuragi stood with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, looking like a wise and enlightened master.

"Since you can't reach a conclusion, let the genius Sakuragi, with his 'Eagle Eyes,' decide!"

Mitsui and Rukawa both stopped and turned to look at him.

Although I think this red-haired guy is unreliable, we do need a referee right now.

Sakuragi Hanamichi looked around in a pretentious manner and cleared his throat.

Then, expressionless, he raised Mitsui's hand:

"The third party wins."