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

On the field.

Murasame, the captain of Miuradai, looked at this group of strangely shaped opponents and sneered disdainfully:

"You think you can win by replacing the team with a bunch of thugs with dyed hair and earrings?"

"Don't joke around."

"Basketball is not fighting."

"Hey, Redhead."

Murasame pointed at Sakuragi and said, "Can you even play basketball? Don't come crying to your mom later."

Several "well" characters instantly appeared on Sakuragi Hanamichi's forehead.

Just as he was about to explode, Takenori Akagi, who was preparing to leave the stage, walked over.

"Sakuragi".

Akagi stretched out his large hand and patted Sakuragi's shoulder heavily.

"Although I hate to admit it, you're the only one who can take my place right now."

Akagi's eyes were unusually serious.

Forget about offense, your only task is to defend the basket!

"Grab every rebound!"

Don't let me down!

Sakuragi was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time the gorilla had entrusted him with a task so solemnly.

An unprecedented sense of mission surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Hmph, of course!"

"This genius is the rebounding king!"

"Just relax and watch from below, you gorilla!" Sakuragi puffed out his chest, his nostrils pointing skyward.

Akagi's lips twitched slightly.

Resisting the urge to punch him, I turned and left the field.

The game continues.

The lineup of Shohoku has undergone a complete transformation.

Power Forward (PF): Sakuragi Hanamichi

Small Forward (SF): Rukawa Kaede.

Point Guard (PG): Ryota Miyagi

Shooting Guard (SG): Hisashi Mitsui.

And Lin Bei...

He was standing in a strange position.

He's neither a defender nor a forward; he's like a ghost detached from the system.

Coach Anzai sat on the sidelines, a flash of white light appearing behind his glasses:

"Lin Bei's ability to switch positions, combined with Sakuragi's athletic talent... that's the chemistry between Shohoku."

"beep--!"

Game start.

Miura serves from the table.

However, before the ball had even crossed the halfway line, a figure darted out like lightning.

"So fast!!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

Ryota Miyagi was like a cheetah, instantly closing in on the opposing point guard.

"This speed... how is that possible?!"

The point guard at Miura Dai was shocked and almost lost the ball.

In that moment of panic, Miyagi's hand made a precise cut like a scalpel.

"Snapped!"

Intercept!

"Quick attack!!"

With a roar, Gongcheng transformed into a blur and charged forward.

"Don't even think about running away!" Murasame roared as he returned to defend.

But Miyagi didn't even look at the basket; as he moved at high speed, he subtly flicked his wrist.

The basketball seemed to have eyes; it flew out from behind him and headed straight for the left corner.

There, Rukawa Kaede had already arrived on horseback.

Catch the ball, jump, and make a layup.

The movements were fluid and graceful, extremely elegant.

"Whoosh!"

Goal!

The whole process took less than 3 seconds.

"Wow! That number 7 is so fast!!"

"That number 11 is so handsome!!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Ayako stood on the sidelines, waving her paper fan vigorously: "Great shot! Ryota! That's the speed of a top-class defender!"

Upon hearing Ayako's voice, Miyagi Ryota, who was preparing to retreat, was instantly thrown off guard.

Her eyes turned into huge hearts, and she felt like she was floating on air: "Ayako...she's praising me...she's praising me..."

"Hehehe..."

Just as Miyagi was immersed in the pink bubble, Miura Dai served the ball from the baseline.

The opponent was clearly an experienced player, taking advantage of Miyagi's infatuation to launch a long pass.

"Watch out!!" Kogure shouted from the sidelines.

The ball was intercepted by the opposing striker, who was about to launch a counter-attack.

But as soon as the striker turned around, the ball suddenly slipped from his hand.

It wasn't a mistake.

Instead, it was stabbed off by a hand.

The ball bounced on the ground and, as if by some strange twist of fate, flew towards the vicinity of the center circle.

Lin Bei happened to be standing there.

He didn't even watch the game, nor did he adjust his posture.

His wrist seemed to be spring-loaded, and the moment the ball flew in, he pushed it away smoothly.

[Speed-up pass]!

The basketball instantly transformed into an orange laser, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"Bang--!!"

The ball was incredibly fast, passing right through the gap between the three defenders and striking Mitsui Hisashi precisely in the chest outside the three-point line.

The moment Mitsui Hisashi received the ball, he was even jolted back half a step by the immense force.

But he did not hesitate.

Adjust, jump, raise the ball.

A textbook shooting form.

Press down gently with your wrist.

The basketball traced a perfect rainbow in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

The longtime spectators in the stands watched that familiar figure.

That perfect pose instantly shattered the gates of memory.

"That pose..."

"That's not from Wushi Middle School..."

"Whoosh!!"

The crisp sound of the net being rubbed was like heavenly music.

Three point hit!

"Hisashi Mitsui!!"

"It's that MVP, Mitsui Hisashi!!"

Someone recognized him and shouted excitedly.

"Oh my god! He's actually in Shohoku?!"

"That movement was absolutely beautiful!"

The score instantly became 16-18.

In the blink of an eye, the point difference was narrowed to 2 points.

The coach of Miura Dai jumped up from the bench, his face ashen: "What the hell are you guys doing! Defense!!"

In Lingnan.

Hiroaki Koshino's jaw dropped: "This...this is Shohoku's true strength?"

"So strong..."

"The speed of number 7, the three-pointers of number 14, and the finishing ability of number 11..."

"The scariest one is number 16." Yan Yi's hands were trembling.

Sendoh squinted and pointed at Lin Bei, who was slowly walking back.

"He didn't even look at that pass just now."

On the field.

Mitsui Hisashi looked at his hands and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"The feel is back."

He turned to look at Lin Bei and gave him a thumbs up.

Lin Bei waved his hand and glanced at the system panel.

[Stamina: 60]

Not bad, at least you passed.

It seems that the physical training I've been doing recently has been effective.

……

The game continued, but Shohoku completely controlled the pace of the game.

Although Miura Dai is physically strong.

But in front of the "gifted monsters" of Shohoku, they appeared incredibly clumsy.

Give me the ball!

Sakuragi Hanamichi positioned himself inside and loudly called for the ball.

Miyagi glanced at it, flicked his wrist, and the ball flew into Sakuragi's hands.

"Heh heh heh, let me show you my genius 'Little Guy Layup'!"

Sakuragi caught the ball, dribbled once, and then strode stiffly toward the basket.

Never underestimate someone!

Murasame came over to reinforce, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He knew the redhead was a novice, so he went all out.

The moment Sakuragi jumped, Murasame crashed into him, his hand landing squarely on Sakuragi's arm.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Sakuragi was knocked down along with the ball, staggering back several steps.

The referee whistle blows.

"beep--!"

"Hand foul! Two free throws!"