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

Asuka collapsed to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Cold sweat poured out like a dam had been opened, streaming down my forehead and cheeks.

That red jersey, a symbol of love and the honor of the academy, was already soaked with sweat.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were unfocused as he stared into the void.

Just now.

Lin Bei's indifferent gaze immediately put him under "hard control".

Asuka's pride as a basketball player shattered on the spot.

That feeling was like an absolute pressure that transcends life and death.

Feiniao felt as if her legs were filled with lead, limp and powerless.

He tried to stand up by pushing himself up with his hands.

As soon as he exerted force, his arm began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and he slumped back down in a disheveled state.

"No... I can't stay on the field anymore..."

The bird's teeth chattered, and it let out a weak whimper.

He crawled towards the Love and Academy's bench like a stray dog.

He crawled along, screaming and crying.

"Coach! I need to be substituted! Please substitute me!"

This ridiculous yet humiliating scene left the audience looking at each other in bewilderment.

Uncontrollable whispers erupted from the stands.

The head coach of Aihe Academy was ashen-faced, with veins throbbing on his forehead.

He suddenly stood up from the coach's bench and strode to the sidelines.

Looking down at the mud-like Asuka, he was filled with disgust.

"Useless trash, scared out of your wits by just one look! Get down here!"

The coach's roar echoed across the bench.

Feiniao felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled back to the bench.

He immediately grabbed a towel and covered his face tightly, not daring to even lift his head.

The Love and Academy camp was thrown into brief chaos.

The point guard is the brain of the team.

At the most crucial moment of the game, the starting point guard actually lost his composure and voluntarily left the court.

This would be a devastating blow to any team.

What's more, their opponents are the Shohoku team, who just defeated Sannoh Kogyo.

"Oh no, Aihe doesn't have a starting point guard who can immediately fill in."

Aida Yayoi, standing in the stands, frowned deeply, her pen tip leaving a black dot on her notebook.

Just when Ai and the team's morale were about to plummet to rock bottom.

A large hand firmly caught the basketball that had rolled onto the floor.

It's Aiwa's trump card, Moroboshi Dai.

He didn't look at the disheveled Asuka Shin, nor did he pay attention to the commotion on the sidelines.

Moroboshi Dai calmly twirled the basketball between his fingers.

He then tucked the ball under his belt and walked steadily toward the three-point line.

There was not a trace of panic on that resolute face.

Only those with absolute confidence belonging to the national-level ace team.

He simply stood there, and a powerful aura of leadership emanated from him.

The restlessness in Ai and the team members' hearts was directly soothed.

"Don't panic, it's just that we're missing someone to pass the ball."

Moroboshi Dai's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every team member.

He raised his head, his piercing gaze sweeping across the entire room, his perspective completely unfolding.

"Give me the ball, I'll organize the offense."

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the audience.

"Love and Star! Moroboshi Dai!"

"The ace has stepped up! This is a true leader!"

The entire stadium erupted in a tsunami of cheers from the fans, the sound almost lifting the dome.

Shohoku's first half.

Ryota Miyagi lowered his center of gravity, staring intently at Dai Moroboshi like a wary cheetah.

In just one glance, Miyagi's heart skipped a beat.

"This feeling...is completely different!"

The palace was secretly alarmed.

When watching the video, he thought that Moroboshi Dai was just an extreme scoring machine.

Now that Moroboshi Dai has truly taken on the role of point guard, Miyagi realizes how terribly wrong he was.

Moroboshi Dai's dribbling rhythm isn't particularly fast.

But each strike lands on a strange rhythm, making it impossible to predict.

What's even more terrifying is his gaze.

Moroboshi didn't keep a close eye on Miyagi, nor did he keep a close eye on the basket.

His gaze was unfocused.

It's like an invisible radar network, taking in the positions and movements of all ten players on the field.

"This guy's passing vision...is even wider than a real point guard!"

Miyagi Ryota was on high alert, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This isn't just a scorer; it's a super gear that can switch forms at any time.

Moroboshi Dai stopped at the top of the three-point arc.

Faced with Miyagi's close marking, he did not choose to force his way through.

He slightly raised his chin and subtly made a tactical hand gesture with his left hand.

The next second, Aiwa's formation changed in a mysterious way.

The massive body of the inside lineman, Tie Menshan, suddenly rose up.

They set up a solid screen near the free-throw line.

Moroboshi Daishun activated his attack with lightning speed, like a red lightning bolt.

They used the cover to bypass Miyagi Ryota.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Rukawa's eyes narrowed, and he attacked from the flank.

He stood firmly in Moroboshi Dai's path to breakthrough.

Rukawa Kaede spread his long arms, blocking all passing and shooting opportunities.

Faced with the blockade, Moroboshi Dai's lips curled into a cold smile.

He suddenly stopped abruptly while driving at high speed.

The sneakers screeched as they rubbed against the floor.

Moroboshi slumped his shoulder to the left, his eyes fixed on his teammate in the empty corner on the left.

"Pass the ball?!"

Rukawa Kaede's nerves were on edge, and his body instinctively shifted half a body length to the left.

They were trying to intercept a non-existent passing lane.

be cheated!

Just as Rukawa Kaede's center of gravity shifted, Moroboshi Dai's slumped shoulders were abruptly pulled back.

He used this tiny time difference to control the ball with his right hand and complete a highly explosive crossover.

"Whoosh!"

Moroboshi Daisuke, like a whirlwind, burst into the penalty area from Rukawa Kaede's right blind spot.

A change in rhythm, the ultimate deception!

"stop!"

Takenori Akagi let out a wild roar.

Like a black iron tower standing under the basket, its outstretched arms blocking out the sky.

Facing Akagi, who pounced like a giant bear, Moroboshi Dai did not slow down.

He was just one step away from Akagi when he suddenly used his legs to propel himself up lightly.

In mid-air, Moroboshi Dai stretched out his body to its fullest extent.

He didn't choose to confront them head-on; instead, he flicked his wrist with extreme gentleness.

The basketball traced a very high parabola through the air.

It just passed right past Akagi Takenori's desperately outstretched fingertips.

A difficult throw!

"Whoosh!"

The basketball swished through the net, creating a white spray.

4: 2!

Love & Academy have taken the lead!

"Great shot! That was beautiful!"

Love and the bench erupted in cheers.

Moroboshi landed lightly and turned to retreat in defense.

There were no unnecessary celebratory gestures, showcasing the demeanor of a top player.

The pace of the game has been firmly controlled by Love and Academy.

Shohoku inbounds the ball from the baseline, and Miyagi Ryota dribbles it across half-court.

The atmosphere became heavier than ever before.

The paint area.

As soon as Sakuragi Hanamichi took his position, a wall of flesh crashed into him with a bang.

"Bang!"

Iron Gate Mountain's massive body, weighing over a hundred kilograms, clung tightly to Sakuragi's back.

This sumo-born behemoth was brimming with arrogance because it had taken the lead in the score.

He lowered his head and spewed foul-smelling trash into Sakuragi's ear.

"See that, you red-haired monkey? This is the power of our love and harmony."

Iron Gate Mountain pressed all his strength onto Sakuragi's back.

The thick arms gripped Sakuragi's waist like iron clamps.

"You were lucky just now, but this time..."

"I won't even give you a chance to jump!"