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

The sneakers made a sharp, popping sound as they scraped against the wooden floor.

He stretched out his long arm and scooped up the bouncing basketball.

They even skipped the dribbling action.

Rukawa Kaede took off from just inside the free-throw line.

His body was stretched into a full-moon bow in mid-air.

His arm swung in a wide arc, like a battle axe cleaving through the air.

"Bang!"

The basketball hoop emitted a loud, mournful sound.

He slammed the basketball into the net.

Two points are valid.

Shohoku started with a brutal dunk, sending the atmosphere in the stands into a frenzy.

Haruko Akagi blushed with excitement.

The Sakuragi Army even jumped directly onto the chairs.

Takamiya Nozomi waved her chubby arms and roared, "Well done!"

on the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi looked at Rukawa Kaede, who was still hanging on the rim, and pouted unhappily.

"That sly fox, all he knows is how to show off."

"If this kind of fast break were played by a genius like me, I could jump at least half a meter higher than him."

Rukawa Kaede let go and landed on the ground without even lifting his eyelids.

"Idiot, learn something."

The two exchanged barbs without holding back.

But their steps didn't stop; they quickly took their positions and returned to defense.

Hainan's response speed was equally astonishing.

Kazuma Takasago served the ball from the baseline before the referee could give a full signal.

Shinichi Maki received the ball steadily and advanced forward.

He scored a goal despite Shohoku's defense.

Score 2:2!

Sidelines.

Coach Gao was fanning himself with a folding fan.

He stared at Lin Bei, who was drinking cola on the bench, with an unfriendly look.

"Smack."

Gao Tou closed his folding fan and gave a secret tactical signal to the field.

Amu understood immediately.

This was a pre-match plan to force the issue out of the team.

If we can break down the weak points on the Xiangbei court, we can force Lin Bei to come on early.

This would deplete his stamina in the early stages of the game.

Amu gestured twice in the air with his fingers.

The expressions in Jin Soichiro's and Muto Masashi's eyes changed.

Like two wolves that have smelled blood, they flanked Mitsui Hisashi, who was making his move.

A high-intensity double-team defense was immediately established.

Mitsui Hisashi felt that even breathing had become difficult.

Muto pressed his body tightly against Muto's.

His knee kept putting pressure on Mitsui's leg in the referee's blind spot.

Jin Soichiro, with his terrifying wingspan, blocked all of Mitsui's passing routes.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled the ball impatiently beyond the three-point line.

He tried to pass the ball to Mitsui, who had struggled to get half a body length ahead.

The basketball had just left my hands.

Just as Muto had anticipated this, he reached out and stabbed hard.

The basketball slipped directly from Mitsui's fingertips.

Mitsui broke out in a cold sweat.

He scrambled and crawled to the floor, narrowly managing to pin the ball beneath him.

The referee blew the whistle for the ball.

Before Mitsui Hisashi could catch his breath...

The same suffocating double-teaming was repeated on the next offensive possession.

Mitsui was cornered.

The ball in his hand was almost stolen by Jin Soichiro, so he had to pass it to Miyagi.

Laughter erupted from the Hainan substitutes' bench.

Kiyota Nobunaga on the field also shouted:

"Shohoku's three-point shooting has gone cold!"

"Look at how disheveled he is, he must be completely exhausted."

"Get out of here while you still can, let one of your arrogant first-years come up and face his doom!"

Mitsui Hisashi frowned.

Just when he was about to be completely crushed by this pressure.

A flash of lightning suddenly struck my mind.

That was last night in the dark alley, on Tie Nan's roaring heavy motorcycle.

And those untamed yet sincere eyes.

Goodbye, athletic boy.

"You belong only to basketball."

These words were like a fire, igniting Mitsui Hisashi's gradually cooling blood.

He slowly straightened his hunched body.

Breathing began to calm down.

Mitsui raised his head.

Those once weary eyes now gleamed with a chilling light.

Mu Tengzheng's heart skipped a beat.

He saw pure murderous intent in the man's eyes.

Miyagi once again dribbled the ball forward into the attacking third.

Mitsui Hisashi suddenly started.

He charged two steps toward the inside, his shoulders dropping in a deceptively low position.

Muto thought he was going to use the cover to cut, so he immediately lowered his center of gravity to block him.

But next second.

Mitsui Hisashi unleashed power from his ankle, his sneakers rubbing against the ground and emitting a burnt smell.

He bounced back like a spring, retreating beyond the three-point line.

Muto was so shaken by the feint that his legs got tangled and he fell hard onto the floor.

Miyagi's pass was as precise as a cannonball, landing perfectly in Mitsui's hands.

Jinsō Ichirō rushed forward with all his might.

Using his height advantage, he placed his large hand directly in front of Mitsui's eyes.

It blocked the view of the basket.

This is an almost cruel form of blinding defense.

But Mitsui Hisashi burst out laughing.

He didn't need to look at where the basket was at all.

Those two years of excruciating emptiness, those days and nights filled with regret.

His muscles had long since memorized the perfect arc of the shot.

Mitsui forcefully jumped up to meet Jin Soichiro's palm.

With a gentle flick of the wrist.

The basketball traced an extremely high and beautiful arc in the air.

Everyone in the audience held their breath at that moment.

"Whoosh."

The crisp sound of the net swishing rang out, like a resounding slap across the face of the entire Hainan team.

The three-pointer went in cleanly.

Xiangbei 5:2 Hainan!

Mitsui Hisashi landed steadily, his right hand still in the position of pressing down on his wrist.

He looked at the shocked Jin Soichiro before him.

"Don't underestimate Mitsui Hisashi, the Man of Flames!"

"I'm the MVP of my middle school!"

The Hainan substitutes' bench was completely silent.

Coach Gao gripped his folding fan tightly, gritting his teeth.

"Keep the pressure on him! He's just lucky. Keep double-teaming him!"

But at this point, Mitsui Hisashi had gone berserk.

Having cast aside all distractions, he finally revealed the fangs of a top-tier marksman.

This marked the beginning of Hainan's nightmare.

Mitsui moved around the court like a ghost.

Akagi Takenori's broad body was like a moving city wall.

He blocked Jin Soichiro's attempt to pursue him.

The other side's inside line.

Sakuragi Hanamichi displayed a rare composure.

He didn't jump or run around wildly, but instead firmly maintained his horse stance.

Cross your arms in front of your chest.

It completely blocked Muto's route as he was trying to bypass the defense.

Muto rammed his head into Sakuragi.

It felt like hitting a steel plate; the reaction force sent me staggering back two steps.

"Is your defense just for show?"

"In front of a genius, not even a mosquito can fly over."

Sakuragi grinned.

He gestured with his chin toward Rukawa Kaede on the other side.

"You damned fox, open your eyes and learn a thing or two from this genius's impenetrable defense."

Rukawa Kaede, unusually, didn't retort, but simply created space for his attack.

Mitsui Hisashi took advantage of these two high-quality cover moments.

He created an absolutely open space.

Catch the ball, jump, and shoot.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, without pausing for even a second.

"Whoosh."

"Whoosh."

He hit consecutive three-pointers.

The terrifying barrage of three-pointers came like a machine gun.

They completely blew up Hainan's once-proud perimeter defense.

Shohoku's morale was pushed to its peak.

Xiangbei 12:6 Hainan.

On the bench.

Lin Bei casually crossed his legs.

He was holding a can of chilled Coke.

The red and white striped plastic straw was lazily bitten into.

Seeing Amu's increasingly dark face, Lin Bei spat out the straw.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted a sarcastic remark.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to that middle-aged man with the thermos."

"Don't strain your back!"