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

This is a mid-air catch.

It abruptly put the boiling stadium on pause.

Immediately afterwards...

Blasted!

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly plopped down on the ground.

His eyes were glazed over, as if he were questioning the meaning of life.

The red-haired "outsider" held the ball with one hand, as arrogant as a rooster that had just won a fight.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The noise almost blew the roof off.

"Holy crap! Who's that red-haired guy?!"

"Take the ball from Kiyota's hands? That's Hainan's starting player!"

"That's brutal! That jumping ability is simply unreasonable!"

In the stands, the Sakuragi Army was so excited they almost dismantled their chairs.

The fat on Takamiya Nozomi's belly jiggled wildly as she swung her arms.

"See that?! That's flower arrangement! That's our flower arrangement!"

The second-in-command of Da Nanxiong rolled the bag into a megaphone and shouted in a distorted voice:

"Flower arrangement! Well done!"

"Let's give these young masters from Hainan a real shock from the common people!"

Yohei Mito stood with his hands in his pockets, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"This kid, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless, he's actually quite capable."

In the center of the stadium.

Sakuragi Hanamichi felt like he was floating on clouds, and every pore on his body was screaming.

It's even more refreshing than downing a bucket of ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter was wild and extremely penetrating.

He clutched the basketball tightly, his prize, and glanced disdainfully at Kiyota Nobunaga lying on the ground.

"Did you see that wild monkey?"

"This is the power of a genius like me!"

"Faced with my absolute power, your fancy footwork is a joke!"

The surge of adrenaline caused Sakuragi's brain to short-circuit, completely forgetting that he was in a game.

To fully display his prowess, he held the ball and subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to shove it in Kiyota's face to show off.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was still questioning his life on the ground, suddenly had his eyes light up like searchlights when he saw this scene.

He suddenly launched himself forward, his finger nearly poking the referee's nose:

"Referee! Look at him!"

"He walked!"

"beep--!"

The whistle blew mercilessly, like a bucket of ice water being poured over one's head.

The referee, while making the rolling gesture, announced the verdict with a blank expression:

"Red number 10! Traveling!"

"Hainan has the ball!"

Ga?

Sakuragi Hanamichi's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, like a chicken screaming in agony as someone suddenly grabbed its neck.

He remained frozen in place, still in the posture of stepping to pour the cup.

The arrogance on his face cracked inch by inch, solidifying into a comical blankness.

"Walk...walk?"

Sakuragi blinked his beady eyes, looked at the ball in his arms, and then at the stern-faced referee.

The deafening cheers from the entire stadium vanished instantly, as if a mute button had been pressed.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards—

"puff……"

I don't know which corner started leaking air first.

"Hahahaha!"

The entire audience burst into laughter. Just moments ago, the viewers had been regarding Sakuragi as a god of war, but now they were laughing so hard they were slapping their thighs.

"What's with the plane?! It's only cool for three seconds?"

"His steals are beautiful, but his dribbling is terrible?"

"Is this redhead a genius or a clown? He's making my abs hurt from laughing!"

Shohoku bench.

Kiminobu Kogure's hand, which he had raised halfway to cheer, froze awkwardly in mid-air, and he could only push up his glasses to hide it.

Coach Anzai remained as steady as a Buddha statue, his glasses reflecting light.

Only the white beard at the corner of his mouth was trembling a bit.

At the end of the bench, Lin Bei buried his face in a towel in despair.

"I don't know him..."

"I really don't know this idiot..."

"You've endured all that special training, and you keep making these kinds of basic mistakes."

Lin Bei let out a muffled groan under the towel, feeling utterly humiliated by this guy.

I've given him so much extra help, and yet I've been doing it all myself.

As a result, this guy got carried away and completely forgot the rules.

That's so true.

This is the Sakuragi Hanamichi Law.

The ratio of handsomeness to stupidity is always maintained at a golden ratio of 1:1.

On the field.

Kiyota Nobunaga laughed until tears streamed down his face, pointing at Sakuragi, whose face was flushed red:

"Hahaha! Red-haired monkey!"

"You really are a complete idiot!"

"Thanks for your silly gift! We've taken possession of the ball!"

"Consider that goal a bonus, you're welcome!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's face turned a deep liver color, and steam seemed to rise from his head.

Society is dead!

A massive social media frenzy!

This genius actually made such a basic mistake in front of Ms. Haruko!

"Damn it... this referee is definitely targeting me..."

Sakuragi gritted his teeth, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.

He didn't dare look at the sidelines, afraid of seeing Haruko's disappointed eyes.

Just then.

A large, thick hand slapped him hard on the buttocks with a "smack".

The force was so great that Sakuragi almost flew off his feet.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Which scoundrel attacked me...?"

Sakuragi angrily turned around, clutching his backside, only to be met with a dark and serious face.

Gorilla.

Akagi Takenori did not fly into a rage, nor did he lash out with an iron fist.

On the contrary, there was a hint of admiration in those large, copper-bell-shaped eyes.

"Stop dawdling!"

Akagi said in a deep voice, his tone stern but firm:

"That was a beautiful steal!"

"That's the kind of momentum we're looking for!"

Sakuragi was stunned.

He stared blankly at Akagi, wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing.

The gorilla... praised me?

You didn't call me an idiot?

Didn't you give me Iron Fist either?

"Heh...hehe..."

Sakuragi's lips curled up uncontrollably, the embarrassment he felt earlier instantly vanishing.

A warm current rushed straight to the top of his head.

He scratched the back of his head, revealing his signature goofy grin, his eyes narrowing into slits:

"Hehehe, that's a must!"

"Don't you even know that I, this genius, am the man who bears the name of Shohoku's savior!"

Akagi rolled his eyes as he watched the guy instantly recover to full health.

Although it is a single-celled organism.

But this mental fortitude is truly monstrous.

Give them a little sunshine and they'll shine; give them a ladder and they'll reach for the sky.

"Don't get too cocky! Get back on defense!"

Akagi roared and turned to run back.

"Yes, Captain!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi responded loudly and followed along eagerly.

While retreating, he nudged Akagi in the waist with his elbow, lowering his voice:

"Hey, gorilla."

"Judging from your expression, you seem pretty confident, huh?"

"The other side is that king of Hainan, aren't you afraid?"

Akagi stared straight ahead, his gaze as hard as a rock.

"Afraid?"

"I've waited three whole years for this day."

"The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary!"

Akagi turned his head and stared at Sakuragi:

"But you, don't be so scared that your legs go weak and you wet your pants."

Sakuragi Hanamichi curled his lip in disdain, hands on his hips, striking a pose even while retreating on defense:

"cut!"

"How dare you ask such a stupid question to a genius like me."

"In this genius's dictionary, there are only two words: 'win' and 'genius'!"

Looking at those two spirited figures from behind.

The atmosphere in the audience changed.

"Hey, can you feel it?"

"Shohoku's momentum... is a bit different now."

"That redhead is a goofball."

"But what he just did really ignited the fire in Shohoku!"