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

in the audience.

Haruko Akagi clasped her hands together tightly in front of her chest.

"Sakuragi, you can do it! The sweat you've shed will never lie."

On the sidelines, Coach Anzai stroked his chin, watching the field with a smile.

"Oh ho ho, it's so good to be young."

Lin Bei yawned and shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

"The results of the training camp should be realized, and this good show should come to an end."

The game continued, and Miyagi dribbled the ball across half-court and made a tactical gesture.

The ball is passed to Takenori Akagi in the paint.

As soon as Akagi received the ball, Toyotama's three players immediately tightened their encirclement, completely surrounding him.

"Don't make a move lightly!" Kishimoto held Akagi's waist firmly.

Akagi held the basketball high with both hands, quickly searching for a passing route.

On the left bottom corner, Rukawa Kaede has run into an excellent open space.

He raised his hand, his eyes calm; this was a pass that was sure to go in.

Just as Akagi was about to throw the ball, he caught a glimpse of a 45-degree angle to his right.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood there, with no one around.

He pointed frantically at himself while staring intently at Akagi.

His eyes held a chilling persistence.

"Trust me." Sakuragi's lips moved silently.

Akagi was stunned.

Reason and madness warned him that passing to Rukawa was the safest option, as Sakuragi's absurd forced shot from earlier was still fresh in his mind.

But looking into those eyes burning with fire, Akagi's mind flashed back to countless days and nights of intensive training.

That red-haired idiot, sweating profusely, relentlessly practiced the tedious act of shooting hoops.

Akagi gritted his teeth: "I'll trust this kid one more time!"

With a flick of the wrist, the basketball instantly changed course, flying over the defender's head and heading straight to the right.

"What?!"

Kishimoto was shocked. "He didn't give it to Rukawa!"

Iwata Mitsuaki sneered, skipping the step of lunging forward to defend.

"Let him vote!"

"That amateur can't shoot at all; he's just giving away points!"

The basketball, spinning, landed steadily in Sakuragi's hands.

The moment the ball was received, it was as if the whole world had been muted.

There was no mockery, no obstruction.

All that remained in the world was the basketball hoop in front of him.

"call……"

"This is the sweat that a genius shed in Shizuoka."

"I remember every single ball perfectly."

To shoot a basket, you have to start with your knees.

Sakuragi bent his knees slightly, transmitting power from the soles of his feet to his thighs, and then down to his waist and abdomen.

"The left hand is just for support."

He gently supported the side of the basketball, holding it steadily with his right hand.

It rose from the ground!

The movements were so precise they were textbook perfect, without the slightest unnecessary sway.

Hold the air at its highest point, then gently flick your wrist.

The basketball flew out of his hand, tracing a magnificent, high arc through the air.

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to that orange ball.

Kishimoto Minori's eyes widened as she roared, "It's impossible for them to get in!"

Rukawa Kaede stopped and looked up at the sky.

Lin Bei also stopped tapping his knee with his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp, sharp scraping sound echoed throughout the venue.

Hollow into the network!

Without even touching the edge of the rim, the white net rippled into a beautiful wave.

The entire room fell silent.

Two seconds later, the audience erupted in chaos!

"Holy crap! They made it in?!"

"That red-haired monkey who only knows how to grab rebounds actually made a mid-range shot?"

"That posture is so perfect, absolutely amazing!"

The Sakuragi Army huddled together in the stands, jumping and shouting, "Well done! Hanamichi!"

Haruko covered her mouth with excitement, tears welling up in her eyes: "That's wonderful...that's really wonderful."

On the court, Sakuragi landed in his shooting stance.

He slowly lowered his arm, turned to look at Feng Yuban, and laughed extremely arrogantly.

"Did you see that? This is the power of a genius like me!"

He pointed at the stunned Kishimoto Minori.

"Don't compare me, a genius, to you mere mortals, understand?"

Akagi walked over and slapped Sakuragi on the back of the head: "What are you daydreaming about? Get back on defense!"

His tone was stern, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Miyagi ran over and gave him a high five: "That was a really cool shot, Sakuragi!"

Mitsui Hisashi gave a haughty snort: "I'd say you barely pass."

As Rukawa Kaede passed by Sakuragi, he expressionlessly uttered three words: "Damn luck."

"What did you say, you stinky fox!" Sakuragi immediately bristled, baring his teeth and claws as he lunged forward.

The atmosphere at the Shohoku half of the game was filled with joy.

The first half of the game at Toyotama High School was deathly still.

Kishimoto Minori stared intently at the basket, her molars grinding together.

"Are you kidding me?"

Daijiro Itakura wiped the sweat from his face, his brows furrowed in a deep frown:

"It was just a regular goal, are these country bumpkins celebrating the New Year here?"

Iwata Mitsuaki shook his aching arms and chuckled:

"It was just a lucky guess, a complete fluke."

In the eyes of Toyotama's players who advocate run-and-gun offense, an open mid-range shot is not even a passing grade.

They simply couldn't understand why Shohoku was celebrating like they had won the championship.

On the other side of the stands, the players from Hainan University Affiliated High School all stood up in surprise.

Kiyota Nobunaga's jaw nearly dropped to his feet as he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Holy crap! Is that red-haired monkey cheating? How did it even get in?"

Jin Soichiro pushed up his glasses, his tone revealing undisguised amazement:

"The movements were extremely precise, with no unnecessary wobbling, and the exertion of force was as smooth as a textbook example."

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms and suddenly let out a low laugh.

Seeing Kiyota's utterly bewildered expression, Maki's gaze locked onto the red-haired boy on the field:

"Any player from Kanagawa would consider this a miracle."

"A month ago, this kid could dribble the ball and then hit his own foot on the ground."

Amu paused for a moment, then said, "Now, he can actually make mid-range shots steadily under such high pressure."

On the Hainan coaching bench, Gao Touli also looked shocked.

"This Sakuragi Hanamichi..." Takato Riki muttered to himself.

I recall the video of the county competition.

Just a month ago, this kid was an amateur who could only do layups and mindless dunks!

Although he had a brilliant performance in the finals, his basic skills were really too poor.

Gao Tou Li's gaze passed over the chubby Coach Anzai and finally settled on the lazy boy on the Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei was leaning back in his chair, casually tossing a mint into his mouth.

"Could it be this guy named Lin Bei who's behind this?" Gao Touli narrowed his eyes.

Maki turned his head, his tone more serious than ever before: "Coach, Shohoku's current roster has no weaknesses."

Kiyota scoffed, "Tch, isn't that redhead a notorious foul-breaker?"

Ah Shen shook his head and pointed out the crux of the matter: "If he has a mid-range shot threat, the interior defenders must be pulled out."

"In this way, the room for breakthrough for Rukawa Kaede and Lin Bei is so large that a horse could run across it."

Gao Touli fanned himself twice with his folding fan, then let out a long sigh:

"The last piece of Shohoku's championship puzzle has been completed."

On the court, Sakuragi Hanamichi was so excited that he ran like a husky that he turned around and sprinted toward the bench.

"Father! Master!"

Sakuragi yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice drowning out the noise of the entire arena.

"See that?!"

"This is the result of my genius's special training!"

"Isn't he handsome!"

Coach Anzai smiled and held out his chubby hand: "Not bad."

Lin Bei yawned and lazily raised his right hand: "So-so."

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't slow down at all, rushing past like a gust of wind.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp, loud claps.