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

A morning at Shohoku High School.

The air was filled with chalk dust and the heat unique to early summer.

Class 1, Grade 2.

On the platform, the math teacher is writing furiously on the blackboard.

But to some people in the back row, this was practically a top-tier hypnotic charm.

On the golden throne by the window, Ryota Miyagi is engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

His head sank little by little, like a chick pecking at rice.

His left elbow slid slowly across the table, and he swayed precariously, like a dilapidated building that could collapse at any moment.

"Have you heard?"

"The basketball team had a game yesterday!"

"Still with that king of Hainan."

The whispers of the girls in the back row penetrated the math teacher's hypnotic voice precisely and entered Miyagi's ears.

Miyagi, who was already half asleep, twitched his left ear slightly.

Radar activated.

"Really?"

"That's Hainan, the champion for seventeen consecutive years, right?"

Another girl covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Ayako, is this for real?"

Ayako, whose name was called, twirled the ballpoint pen in her hand.

A bright smile curved her lips as her gaze swept casually over the back of the curly-haired man in the front row.

"certainly."

Ayako's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of pride.

"Although the victory was not easy, a victory is a victory."

"Wow~ Doesn't that mean Miyagi-kun is really amazing?"

"I saw him dozing off early this morning; he must have worked incredibly hard yesterday."

"He's the starting point guard! He's working so hard for the school's honor, even drooling in class makes him look so cool..."

front row.

Miyagi Ryota, who was about to fall to his death, suddenly stiffened.

next second.

Sit up in shock from dying!

He was instantly ejected and sat upright at a speed that defies the laws of physics.

With his hands folded and flat, his back straight as a javelin.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the incomprehensible formulas on the blackboard.

He even nodded frequently with a serious expression, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering some difficult problem.

"puff……"

Ayako looked at that stiff and affected back view and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This guy still has such a strong sense of image.

……

Meanwhile, in Class 10 of Grade 1.

The art style here is even more "hellish".

The teacher pushed up his glasses, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like joyful musical notes.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the textbook, his gaze fixed on the "two guardians" in the last row of the classroom.

On the left, Rukawa Kaede.

He was lying face down on the table, fast asleep, with a few stubborn stray hairs sticking up on his head, trembling with each breath.

On the right, Lin Bei.

This one is even more outrageous; she's wearing that expensive-looking silk eye mask.

He kept smacking his lips as he slept, and the glistening liquid at the corners of his mouth had already formed a river.

The two stood on either side, like two guardian deities protecting the Duke of Zhou, exuding an aura that said "keep away, strangers."

"Cough cough!!"

The English teacher coughed so hard that it almost shattered the eardrums of the students in the front row.

The two gentlemen in the back row didn't move an inch.

Rukawa Kaede changed his posture, turning the back of his head towards the teacher.

Lin Bei frowned as if annoyed by the noise, tightened his blindfold, and mumbled indistinctly:

"…Boss, another A5 Wagyu beef…and I want it sashimi…"

The entire class fell silent.

The teacher took a deep breath, and the chalk in her hand snapped in two with a "crack".

"Um... teacher."

The boy in the front row wearing glasses timidly raised his hand, trying to salvage the situation.

"Yesterday...yesterday the basketball team played a game against Hainan, it was a tough battle..."

"Yes, teacher!"

The girls' eyes sparkled. "Rukawa-kun and Lin Bei-kun were huge heroes; it's normal for them to be exhausted, right?"

The English teacher's lips twitched.

He glanced at the two guys who were sleeping as if they had already "passed away".

During class, he would just nod and doze off.

Today, things got even worse; he just fell into a coma.

Are they teaming up to annoy me?

Or is it what I said about having a sleep-inducing effect?

"never mind."

The teacher sighed and threw the broken piece of chalk back into the box.

After all, he had listened to the broadcast yesterday.

With that level of intensity, an ordinary person probably wouldn't even be able to get out of bed today.

"Just don't snore."

……

Class 6, Grade 3

Kiminobu Kogure stared absently at the empty seat next to him.

That's where Takenori Akagi is.

There were no more mountains of reference books, and no more Captain Gorilla with his perpetually furrowed brow.

The sunlight shone on the empty tabletop, making it appear particularly desolate.

"I wonder how Akagi is doing in America..."

Kogure felt somewhat uncertain.

Although Lin Bei spoke of it casually, saying things like "a small family business" or "just something I did on the side,"...

But sending a high school student to a top rehabilitation center in the United States overnight is definitely not something that can be summed up as a "small business".

This is simply the power of money.

"You have to make it, Akagi!"

Kogure gripped the pen tightly.

"The national competition stage can't do without you."

……

Orlando, Florida, USA.

Orlando Regional Medical Center.

There was no pungent disinfectant smell here; instead, a faint lemon scent filled the air.

The spacious rehabilitation room was filled with high-tech metal lumps whose names I didn't know.

Akagi Takenori, wearing a gray vest, sat on a huge muscle strength testing machine.

The right ankle was wrapped in layers of fabric and connected to a complex network of sensor wires.

"Mr. Akagi, try to extend your ankle slowly."

The blond, blue-eyed doctor looked at the data on the tablet, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Good. Very steady."

The doctor nodded in approval.

"Your bone density and muscle resilience are quite good."

"At this rate, you'll be back on the field very soon."

Akagi's tense face finally relaxed, and he exhaled a breath of stale air.

Thank you. I must go back before August.

Akagi clenched his fist, his eyes hard as iron.

"My team needs me."

Just then.

Boom, boom, boom.

A series of heavy footsteps came from behind, causing the floor to tremble slightly.

Immediately following was a deep, resonant voice with a strong American Black accent.

It exploded above his head like a subwoofer:

"Hey, little man."

His voice carried a hint of mockery.

"You look pretty fit, but kinda skinny. You're a guard, right?"

Takenori Akagi was stunned.

瘦？

Short?

In Kanagawa, he was the fearsome "Gorilla," a behemoth in the paint!

Even in Takasago from Hainan or Uozumi from Ryonan, who would dare say he's short?!

An inexplicable anger suddenly surged up.

Akagi suddenly turned his head, revealing the terrifying look he had given when he dominated the paint in Kanagawa.

Loudly rebut:

"No! I am a center!"

however.

The moment he turned around completely and saw the person behind him clearly.

Akagi Takenori's expression, which was enough to frighten a child, froze.

His gaze had to be drawn upwards.

Move it up again.

Until your neck is tilted back at an angle that causes soreness.

Standing before him was a mountain.

A black, breathing mountain of flesh.

Judging by his height, he is definitely over 215 cm tall, and his arm is thicker than Akagi's thigh!

On that slightly immature yet wild face was a... adorable expression.

The most outrageous.

The giant is holding an ice cream cone in his hand.