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

Let's rewind to before the match.

"Listen up, everyone."

Coach Anzai sat in the center of the bench, his glasses reflecting the light.

"When facing Sannoh, conventional probing is futile."

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Lin Bei, who was leaning against the cabinet with his eyes closed, resting.

"Given Lin Bei's current physical condition, he can only play once in each half at most."

"My peak performance is about 5 minutes."

Lin Bei half-opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

That old man has a really sharp eye.

He used the Kise template purely because the system skills have strict time limits.

But Anzai's ability to pinpoint the "5-minute mark" demonstrates his considerable coaching skill.

"I've known for a long time that my master has kidney deficiency."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, rubbing his bald head, shouted nonchalantly.

"Idiot! Listen to the coach!" Akagi punched Sakuragi on the head.

Coach Anzai ignored it and tapped the tactics board:

"Sannoh is used to applying high pressure at the start, aiming to crush the opponent both mentally and in terms of score."

"Therefore, we absolutely cannot play at their pace!"

"From the very start of the game, we need to show them that Shohoku isn't made of weaklings!"

Coach Anzai stood up, exuding an air of pressure.

"Catch them off guard!"

"A surprise attack, tearing through the defenses!"

He patted Miyagi and Sakuragi on the shoulder.

"Strike first!"

"The rhythm of the game depends on your teamwork."

Miyagi took a deep breath, his eyes sharp: "Leave it to me."

Sakuragi, beaming with pride, put his hands on his hips.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, Dad!"

"With this genius here, who cares about Sannoh? I'll take down the Pirate King for you!"

The scene cuts back to the stadium.

The chants of "Mountain King" from the entire stadium crashed down like a tsunami.

Sakuragi stood outside the three-point line, his muscles tense, staring intently at Miyagi, who was controlling the ball at the top of the arc.

My mind was filled with Miyagi's instructions.

"Listen carefully to the flower arrangement!"

"We'll teach them a lesson!"

"Keep a close eye on me. Once you get the signal, charge in like madmen!"

"Secret code...Secret code..."

Sakuragi swallowed hard, his big eyes unblinking.

At the top of the arc, the game's rhythm became mired in a quagmire.

The basketball bounced rapidly in Miyagi's hands, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"hateful……"

He stared intently at Fukatsu Kazunari in front of him.

No flaws!

Fukatsu's center of gravity was extremely low, and his feet seemed nailed to the floor.

His eyes were completely unwavering; he was practically a ruthless defensive machine.

"This defense is airtight!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth, his brain racing.

"Trying to pressure me into making a mistake?"

He glanced at the inside of the court out of the corner of his eye.

Masashi Kawata positioned himself under the basket, his body obscuring the view of the restricted area.

"With Fukatsu relentlessly pursuing us from the outside and Kawada firmly in control from the inside... forcing our way in would be tantamount to suicide!"

Miyagi remained calm.

Don't rush, or you'll be easily defeated by Sannoh.

He straightened up, raised his left index finger, and shouted, "First goal! Stay calm and take it slow!"

The Shohoku team immediately made their move.

Just half a second after Miyagi relaxed slightly, preparing to call Mitsui for a screen,

A cold wind swept in from the blind spot!

Sannoh No. 8, "The Man of Patience" Ichinokura Satoshi!

He was like a ghost, using Fukatsu as cover.

Taking advantage of the slight change in Miyagi's dribbling rhythm, he suddenly burst out from the right rear!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground.

Miyagi's palm went empty, and the basketball slipped from his hand!

"What?!"

Miyagi's heart skipped a beat, and his blood ran cold.

"Good shot!" Fukatsu's voice was cold.

Satoshi Ichinokura caught the ball.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it hurtled straight towards Shohoku's empty basket!

"Oops!"

"Watch out!"

The entire Shohoku bench stood up, and Ayako screamed in fright.

The game started with a turnover and a counterattack, it was a hellish start!

Sannoh fans are ready to cheer.

"Oh shit!"

A beastly roar exploded out.

Miyagi's eyes were bloodshot, and his veins were bulging.

Don't underestimate people!!!

Shame and rage erupted on all fronts!

"Bang!"

Miyagi stomped his legs hard on the floor, his sneakers screeching as they scraped against the floor.

In the blink of an eye!

Speed ​​reached its maximum!

Just as Ichinokura Satoshi was about to take three steps, he caught a glimpse of a red afterimage approaching like a mad dog!

"So fast!"

He was startled and tried to change the rhythm of his dribbling.

But it was too late!

The moment Ichinokura Satoshi paused, Miyagi appeared from behind him.

His eyes blazed with fury, and his right hand swiftly scooped out.

"Smack—!!!"

A muffled thud!

Miyagi slammed his hand hard onto the basketball.

With sheer force, he slapped the ball back!

"You dare steal your dad's ball?!"

The palace landed with a roar.

This is a provocative statement with a street-smart, thuggish edge.

The entire room fell silent.

The audience was stunned into a blank by this incredible comeback.

Miyagi had no time to worry about that; her brain was racing again.

Sannoh's formation is in disarray; Fukatsu and Kawata are still in midfield!

"Now! During an open window!"

Miyagi dribbled, turned, and shouted towards the frontcourt:

"Sakuragi!!!"

Sakuragi, standing beyond the three-point line, felt a jolt.

As Miyagi advanced, he made an extremely strange expression at him.

His left eye twitched violently, revealing his teeth, his eyebrows flew wildly, and his whole face was so distorted that it was unrecognizable.

Sakuragi stood there, stunned, internally screaming:

"what?"

"What kind of constipation expression is that?"

"Is Xiao Liang urinating in his pants?!"

One-hundredth of a second later, his genius intuition kicked in.

Sakuragi's eyes lit up.

"Oh right! The code for the surprise attack!"

"Geben, the genius, has arrived!"

Sakuragi, with his long legs, charged straight into Sannoh's penalty area like an out-of-control heavy tank!

"Stop him!"

Fukatsu sensed something was wrong and roared angrily.

But the palace is faster!

As he walked, Miyagi Ryota raised his left hand high, making a convincing feint.

This directly deceived Ichinokura Satoshi's defensive focus.

Just when everyone thought he was going to safely pass the ball to Mitsui Hisashi on the outside,

Gongcheng's forward-leaning body suddenly stopped!

Sannoh's captain, Kazunari Fukatsu, had already blocked his way.

Those lifeless, expressionless eyes were fixed on Miyagi's shoulder, ready to cut off any passing lanes at any moment.

"Your speed has reached its limit."

Fukatsu uttered a cold sentence, his weight pressing down low.

With arms outstretched, it resembled an impenetrable wall.

"Yeah?"

"Then open your eyes wide and see clearly what a pass from Kanagawa's best point guard really means!"

The next second, Miyagi made a move that baffled everyone present.

Do not strike the ground, do not hang it high.

He raised his left hand and steadily held the basketball to his chest.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand was pulled back as far as possible like a fully drawn bow, his right arm muscles bulging and his power reaching its peak!

"What kind of position is this?"

Fukatsu Kazunari's pupils shrank sharply.

For the first time, a look of surprise flashed across his usually expressionless face.

Before Fukatsu could react.

Miyagi's right hand, brimming with power, transformed into a heavy hammer, slamming it down hard on the back of the basketball!

"Bang--!!!"

A dull thud exploded across the stadium!

The basketball withstood a terrifying impact, its surface even being squeezed and deformed.

With a piercing whistling sound, the orange afterimage tore through Fukatsu Kazunari's defensive territory!

Speed ​​up the pass!

"What?!"

Fukatsu felt a gust of wind rush past his ears.

He reached out to grab it, but couldn't even touch the ball.

On the sidelines, Lin Bei, who was lounging lazily on the bench, crossed his legs and laughed out loud.

"This kid... he's finally learned it."