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

"Hey, Sakuragi."

Sakuragi Hanamichi was still furious about the "famous scene" of catching the ball in his face.

They were even preparing to challenge Mitsui Hisashi to an offline duel.

A lazy, somewhat irritating voice drifted over.

Sendoh Akira jogged by, a mysterious smile playing on his lips beneath his signature upturned hairstyle.

His gaze lingered for a second on Sakuragi's nose, which was swollen and red like a light bulb.

Then, he casually dropped an emotional bombshell:

"It has to be you, you always manage to bring something new to the game."

That sounds like a compliment.

But in Sakuragi's ears at this moment, the damage was ten thousand times greater than Fukuda's caring look towards the mentally challenged just now.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's body stiffened instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

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The next second, the CPU overloaded!

His red hair seemed to be standing on end, veins bulging on his forehead, and he instantly switched into "berserk mode".

"What did you say?! A broom-like head!"

Sakuragi whirled around and roared at Sendoh's retreating figure, the sound so loud it shook the railings of the second-floor stands:

"Stop being so sarcastic!"

He pounded his chest hard, making muffled "thump" sounds, his eyes burning with the fury of being looked down upon.

That's the kind of self-esteem that belongs exclusively to single-celled organisms.

"Listen up!"

"Shohoku, led by the genius Sakuragi Hanamichi, will absolutely not lose to someone like you!"

"Today I'll expose your true colors!"

The roar echoed throughout the stadium.

On the Shohoku bench.

The group, who were still embarrassed and covering their faces because of Sakuragi's mistake, froze.

He immediately stood up and cheered for Sakuragi: "That's the spirit we need, Sakuragi!"

"cut--!"

"Who admits that you led them?"

"The captain is clearly a gorilla, okay? You're just there to make up the numbers."

Mitsui Hisashi rolled his eyes, almost unable to turn them back.

Rukawa Kaede was even more succinct, coldly uttering two words: "Idiot."

Only Coach Anzai, his glasses reflecting light, let out a meaningful "Oh ho ho ho".

Sitting at the end of the bench, Lin Bei watched the figure on the field, which resembled a fighting rooster, and a wild smile crept up his lips.

"Even though he's an idiot..."

"But this mentality of believing you can carry regardless of whether things are going well or badly is something most people can't learn."

……

The game continues.

Ryonan serves.

Hiroaki Koshino dribbled forward, trying to stabilize his rhythm.

Ryonan's current strategy is very clear.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Taking advantage of Sakuragi's mistake and the resulting psychological fluctuation, they swept the game in one fell swoop.

"Play it safe! Pass the ball to Sendoh!"

Taoka Shigeichi shouted himself hoarse on the sidelines.

However, just as the off-road team was about to pass the ball...

A red lightning bolt tore through Ryonan's defenses without warning.

"Too slow!"

"Your movements are full of flaws!"

Miyagi Ryota!

This "lightning-fast" Xiangbei player, like a top-tier sixth man, had been lying in wait.

Just as his line of sight shifted to search for someone, he moved.

With his center of gravity lowered to the limit, his fingertips precisely poked the basketball, so fast that only a blur remained.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the basketball slipped from his grasp.

"?!" Yueye was shocked.

He tried to retaliate, but Miyagi had already swept past like a gust of wind, leaving him unable to even see his taillights.

"Good shot! Good field!"

"That's it! Time to strike back!"

Ayako, standing on the sidelines, suddenly waved her paper fan and jumped up excitedly.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled wildly, his eyes sharp as knives.

He saw it.

In the attacking third, the red-haired figure was sprinting at a speed that defied biological norms, like a tank with malfunctioning brakes.

"Sakuragi! Run!"

Without any hesitation, Miyagi flicked his wrist, and the basketball transformed into a long orange streak, traversing the entire half of the court.

This was an extremely daring long pass, a gamble on Sakuragi's physical abilities.

Ryonan's defense returned quickly.

Fukuda Kichijou, with his outstanding explosive power, stuck tightly to Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Although Fukuda is a quiet person, his defensive pressure is still quite strong.

He spread his arms wide, like a large net covering Sakuragi.

According to the usual script.

At this point, Sakuragi will most likely get himself kicked out by either dribbling the ball and hitting his foot or charging into someone while dribbling.

"The pass was too hasty. With Sakuragi's ball-handling ability, this ball is going to be lost..." Maki Shinichi in the stands shook his head slightly.

However, the next moment.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's aura changed after receiving the ball.

It's no longer that kind of loud and impetuous behavior.

It was a focused gleam, like a wild beast locking onto its prey.

The images of the past few days of special training flashed through his mind instantly.

The lazy Master Lin Bei was giving him devilish guidance while drinking iced cola.

"Sakuragi, your physical abilities are SSR level."

"But your dribbling is too stiff, like a rusty robot."

Listen carefully, dribbling isn't about using your hands to bounce the ball, but about using your body to feel the ball's movement...

"Deception of center of gravity, erupting in an instant!"

"This technique is called—Instant Teleportation!"

Going back to reality.

Facing Fukuda's close marking.

Instead of his usual flustered movements, Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

The basketball bounced rapidly between his legs.

"Thump!"

Sakuragi's shoulder swayed violently to the left, so violently that it looked like he was about to fall.

Fukuda's pupils trembled, and his body instinctively moved to the right to block the movement.

He was scammed!

It's now!

Sakuragi grinned wildly.

The body, which was originally leaning to the left, was forcibly pulled back.

The basketball seemed glued to his hands.

With a large swing of the body, the hand instantly switches to the right hand.

Crossover!

"Whoosh—!"

That speed, that explosive power!

Sakuragi Hanamichi was like a sports car that suddenly got a nitrous oxide booster, completing a terrifying change of direction and acceleration in a very small space.

It completely pinned Futian to the spot!

Fukuda only felt a blur before his eyes, and the red figure had already disappeared.

"What?!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

After passing Sakuragi in Fukuda, a wide-open space comes into view.

He strode into the paint, and leaped high into the air, facing an empty basket.

Instead of dunking, he gently tipped the ball over the bar.

Layup!

The basketball bounced off the backboard and swished through the net with incredible smoothness.

"Whoosh!"

2: 2.

The entire stadium fell into a brief silence, as if a mute button had been pressed.

Then came screams of terror that seemed to lift the roof off.

"Holy crap! What was that just now?"

"That Sakuragi Hanamichi... he can actually dribble past people? And he even does a crossover dribble?!"

"And that speed was way too fast!"

"It felt like teleportation; Fukuda didn't even have time to react!"

In the press box, Aida Yayoi dropped her pen in fright, her mouth slightly agape:

"This...this is that brute-force-only novice Sakuragi?"

"This is not scientifically sound!"

Hainan rest area.

Kiyota Nobunaga's eyes widened as he pointed at the field:

"Are you kidding me!"

"How could that red-haired monkey possibly perform such a technically advanced move?"

"This is cheating!"

Even the usually composed Maki Shinichi couldn't help but show surprise, his brows furrowing.

"That dribbling rhythm..."

"The improvement is tremendous, it's like a completely different person."