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

in the audience.

The air was thick with joy.

Yohei Mito hung on the railing, laughing so hard he was convulsing, tears streaming down his face.

"Hahahaha! Help... I can't take it anymore!"

"That blockhead in flower arrangement..."

"Using his face to brake while simultaneously attacking vitals—only he could come up with that trick!"

The guy next to me, Yuji Oonan, was even more outrageous, pounding the armrest of the seat with his fist, making a loud "bang bang" sound, like he was beating a drum.

"That expression just now... a screenshot of it would be a world-famous painting!"

"And the ball just happened to roll out from there..."

"Hahaha! That's amazing! Is he possessed by the god of variety shows?"

The members of Sakuragi's gang laughed so hard they almost fell over.

He completely ignored the way the surrounding audience looked at him as if he were crazy.

Beside them, Haruko Akagi looked completely bewildered.

She blinked her big eyes, looking at Sakuragi, who was sprawled on the ground, twisted like a pretzel.

He glanced at Yang Ping and the others, who were laughing so hard they were almost out of breath, and a row of question marks appeared on his forehead.

"Yohira-kun, what are you laughing at?"

Haruko twisted her fingers anxiously, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Sakuragi-kun looks like he's in a lot of pain... Did he bump into something?"

Why is everyone laughing so happily?

Upon hearing this, Fujii, Haruko's best friend sitting next to her, blushed instantly, turning as red as a ripe tomato.

This question is way beyond the scope of the curriculum!

She hurriedly reached out and tugged at Haruko's sleeve, lowering her voice, so embarrassed she was digging her toes into the ground:

"Haruko... don't ask anymore."

Fujii's eyes darted around, unable to bear looking at the comical yet tragic scene on the field.

"Huh?"

Haruko still didn't quite understand.

But looking at her best friend's blushing face, she vaguely felt that this was not an academic issue that could be discussed in public.

However, seeing that Sakuragi hadn't gotten up for a long time, her worry outweighed her doubts.

Haruko took a deep breath, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, and shouted loudly towards the field:

"Sakuragi-kun—!"

The crisp, melodious sound instantly pierced through the noisy stadium.

"Keep it up!"

The sound was like some kind of advanced healing technique.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was lying on the ground feeling like his soul was about to fly out of his head, suddenly shuddered.

It's like a dying salted fish being electrified.

"Haruko...Miss Haruko?!"

Sakuragi's eyes, which had rolled back to their backs, instantly snapped back to life, and two beams of light shot out.

"She's cheering me on..."

"Miss Haruko is watching me!"

next second.

A medical miracle occurred before the stunned eyes of the entire audience.

Sakuragi Hanamichi sprang up from the floor as if nothing had happened.

Although a certain indescribable area was still throbbing slightly.

But he still stubbornly turned around and gave Haruko a bright, almost distorted smile in the stands.

He raised his right hand high, making a big "V" sign.

"Don't worry, Ms. Haruko!"

"A minor injury like that is like a mosquito bite to a genius!"

"It doesn't hurt at all!"

"This genius is fully revived!"

In the stands, Haruko breathed a sigh of relief and waved happily in response.

On the bench, Lin Bei watched this scene and couldn't help but marvel.

"Is this the power of a simp... I mean, the power of love?"

"Adrenaline is indeed the best painkiller."

He leaned back lazily in his chair, twirling a water bottle in his hand, but his eyes never left the court.

Although it was a farce, the spirit of the event was not lost.

……

The game continues.

Although that ball just now had a strong suspicion of being a "biological attack".

But Mitsui Hisashi forced himself to suppress his disgust and picked up the ball while pinching his nose.

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Ryota Miyagi advances with the ball.

After all that commotion, everyone's tense nerves have actually relaxed quite a bit.

"Everyone, hold on!"

"A goal!"

Miyagi raised a finger, his eyes sharp as knives, and quickly scanned the entire room.

Ryonan's defensive formation was very tight.

Koshino and Uekusa stuck to the outside like glue, clearly wary of Shohoku's fast-paced offense.

"Tch, they're really sticking to you."

Miyagi accelerated and changed direction, trying to break free, but the off-road vehicle reacted quickly and held its position firmly.

With the inside game blocked, the outside game had no chance.

In a flash, Gongcheng caught a glimpse of a figure running around out of the corner of his eye.

It's Mitsui!

"Catch the ball!"

The basketball sliced ​​through the defense like a scalpel and flew precisely into Mitsui's hands.

Mitsui receives the ball, adjusts, and jumps.

The movement was fluid and seamless, a textbook shooting form, beautiful as a painting.

"Got it!"

The moment Mitsui flicked the basketball with his fingertips, he knew the ball was in the bag.

however.

Just as the basketball took off.

A giant hand, like a dark cloud covering the sky, suddenly appeared above the basketball.

"Don't be so naive!!"

Accompanied by a roar.

Ryonan's interior behemoth, Jun Uozumi, leaped high into the air with an explosive power completely disproportionate to his size.

“Pah!”

A crisp sound.

The basketball was swatted away solidly by Uozumi, as mercilessly as swatting a fly.

"nice shot--!!!"

The Ryonan bench erupted in cheers, towels waving like propellers.

"Captain Uozumi!"

"That's incredible! This is Ryonan's no-fly zone!"

After landing, Uozumi exhaled two thick breaths from his nostrils and swept his fierce eyes over the Shohoku team.

That sense of oppression was exactly like that of an enraged silverback gorilla.

"Don't think you can succeed just because you're in the paint."

Uozumi's voice was deep, carrying undisguised contempt and arrogance.

"This is the forbidden zone of Ryonan, this is my territory!"

These words were like a thorn, piercing the hearts of the two inside players from Shohoku.

Sakuragi Hanamichi instantly lost his temper, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward to argue:

"What did you say?! Boss Monkey!"

Even the usually composed Akagi Takenori's face was now terrifyingly gloomy.

He stared intently at Uozumi, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Uozumi..."

Akagi squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"You're still so arrogant."

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if sparks were about to fly.

That was the magnetic field unique to sworn enemies, brimming with tension.

……

Next round.

Shohoku launches an attack.

Akagi called for the ball in the low post, raising his hand high like a battle flag.

That intense offensive desire was even felt by Lin Bei on the sidelines.

"The gorilla is about to get serious."

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes slightly.

"However... Uozumi's condition today is off the charts."

On the field.

Akagi turned his back and attacked Uozumi alone.

Two giants, each over two meters tall, are battling it out under the basket.

The sound of muscles colliding was dull and powerful, like two heavy tanks crashing together.

"Bang! Bang!"

Akagi dribbled the ball forcefully, trying to push Uozumi aside.

But the fish remained motionless, like a mountain blocking the basket, its roots firmly planted.

Uozumi roared, raising his hands high, completely blocking Akagi's attack route, blotting out the sky.

Akagi gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, he turned around, faked a shoulder movement, and then forcefully jumped to shoot.

"How naive!"