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

At this moment, the entire venue erupted in cheers.

"So cool!!"

"That number 7 is so handsome!"

"That's what a point guard should be like!"

Aida Hikoichi, standing in the stands, had stars in his eyes.

He gripped the railing tightly, leaning forward, trembling with excitement.

"This is it! This is it!"

"Small players can dominate the game too!"

"Ryota Miyagi... he's an idol for people like us!"

Hikoichi's pen flew across the paper as he wrote: Miyagi Ryota, lightning flash, unbelievable!

"Ryota! Well done!!"

Beside the Shohoku bench, Ayako waved a paper fan and cheered loudly.

That vibrant voice pierced through the noise and struck Miyagi's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Just a moment ago, Miyagi Ryota was all arrogant and domineering.

The scene changes abruptly the moment Ayako's voice is heard.

"Aya...Ayako..."

"She's cheering me on..."

"Hehehe..."

Miyagi's face instantly turned red, and he looked towards the sidelines with a silly grin.

"Idiot!! Don't look anywhere else!!"

"The match isn't over yet!!"

Akagi Takenori's roar was like a thunderclap.

However, in that one second that Miyagi was distracted, the Shohoku defenders pounced on him, trying to steal the ball back.

Little did the palace know that it had already anticipated this.

The ball was passed to Akagi in the next second.

"Give me."

A whirlwind swept past him.

Ryota Miyagi had somehow rushed back and taken the ball back from Akagi.

"I want Ayako to see it more clearly!!"

The power of love is great.

Miyagi got the ball, his eyes were only on the basket.

He was like a bullet, piercing straight into Xiangyang's paint area.

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

Xiangyang's No. 5 and No. 7 jumped up to block the shot at the same time.

Two large hands covered the sky and blocked out almost all angles.

"You can't get over that height!"

However, the palace did not slow down.

He suddenly jumped while traveling at high speed.

His body curled up in mid-air, dodging the first wave of blockade.

Immediately afterwards, he made an extremely realistic feint in the air, as if he was about to pass the ball to the outside.

The two defenders instinctively tilted their heads slightly.

In that very instant.

"Watch closely, Ayako!"

He bypassed the two defenders and gently flicked his wrist.

The basketball grazed my fingertips, kissed the backboard lightly, and bounced into the net.

"Whoosh!"

11: 10.

Just one point short!

There was no celebration after the palace was landed.

He turned around, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger straight at Xiangyang's coaching bench.

He pointed to the man who had been sitting there the whole time, wearing a coat—Kenji Fujima.

Although he didn't say anything, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer:

How long are you going to sit here?

If you don't come down now, your team is going to be wiped out!

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Then erupted a cheer that was even louder than before.

This is a blatant provocation!

A provocation of insubordination!

Kenji Fujima looked at the finger pointing at him.

A slight ripple finally appeared on his previously calm face.

He slowly stood up and faced the referee.

"beep--!"

The referee whistle blows.

"Shohoku requests a pause!"

"beep--!!"

The game was paused as the referee blew his whistle.

The scoreboard remained at 11:10.

Although Xiangyang is still leading by one point.

But the atmosphere in the entire stadium was eerily strange, as if Shohoku had overtaken them.

"Hey, was that really Shohoku's point guard?"

"Is that height... really 168 cm?"

"It looks so small, but it's incredibly fast!"

In the audience, the situation that had initially been overwhelmingly in support of Shoyo began to crack.

Ryota Miyagi's dazzling series of dribbling, steals, and that highly provocative layup.

It was like a resounding slap in the face to everyone who had doubted Shohoku.

"Hahaha! Ryota! Well done!!"

In a corner of the stands, the Sakuragi Army members were dancing with excitement.

"See that?! That's our Shohoku's assault captain!!"

Takamiya Nozomi sprayed potato chips all over the ground, waving her chubby arms and shouting.

"I never expected Miyagi to be so handsome when he gets serious. He usually looks like a loser when Ayako rejects him." Mito Yohei also laughed as he leaned on the railing.

"Shh! Yohei, keep your voice down, or someone will hear you!" Oonan Yuji warned with a mischievous grin.

On the sidelines, the Shohoku bench.

Miyagi Ryota walked back with his head held high, like a victorious rooster, strutting around with an air of arrogance.

As he walked, he kept glancing frantically in Ayako's direction out of the corner of his eye.

"Ayako! How is it?"

"Was that layup cool?"

Miyagi sidled up to Ayako, his face pleading for praise, his tail wagging so hard it seemed to be reaching for the sky.

"Snapped!"

Ayako slapped Miyagi on the forehead with her paper fan.

"He's handsome, but don't get too cocky, you idiot Ryota!"

Although she said that, Ayako's lips couldn't hide the upward curve of her mouth, and her eyes were full of laughter.

"Hehehe... Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Miyagi covered his forehead, but he was secretly delighted.

At the other end of the bench.

Lin Bei did not close his eyes to rest as usual.

He was holding a half-empty bottle of sports drink in his hand.

Those usually half-open, dead fish eyes were now staring intently at Xiangyang's rest area, piercing through the noisy crowd.

To be precise, it was staring at the man sitting on the bench, surrounded by a group of green giants.

Kenji Fujima.

"That's interesting..."

Lin Bei muttered to himself, his fingers gently tapping the bottle.

"How could he still laugh after being provoked like that by Miyagi?"

"This guy is more cunning than I imagined."

……

Xiangyang Rest Area.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

Ito Taku lowered his head, his hands gripping the towel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose onto the floor, but he didn't even dare to look up at Fujima.

As a point guard, to be easily beaten by that short guy like he was crossing the street, and then having the ball stolen from him, is an absolute disgrace.

"I'm sorry... Fujima-senpai..."

Ito's voice trembled, filled with deep self-reproach.

The other team members, Hasegawa, Takano, and Nagano, also remained silent.

In that instant, their pride in their "height" seemed so clumsy and sluggish in the face of Miyagi Ryota's "speed".

"Everyone, lift your heads."

A gentle yet unquestionable voice rang out.

Kenji Fujima sat in the chair, his face showing none of the anger that everyone had expected.

On the contrary, he even had a faint smile on his face.

That smile was like a tranquilizer.

It instantly calmed the restless hearts of everyone in Xiangyang.