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

Inside the Hiroshima Stadium.

The sound almost lifted the roof off.

The dull thud of the basketball hitting the floor was completely swallowed up by the tsunami of cheers from all around; the stands had completely erupted.

A fat man wearing a striped T-shirt jumped up excitedly.

He waved the inflatable baton in his hand, making a whooshing sound: "Awesome! It seems that Shohoku's victory over Hainan was definitely not an exaggeration!"

The tall, thin man next to him pushed up his glasses and gasped.

"Shohoku's lineup is absolutely amazing."

"Those numbers 4 and 11, and that number 16 who faked out everyone, they were absolutely phenomenal!"

"Despite being completely unknown, their strength is ridiculously high!"

Several high school girls in the back row screamed repeatedly: "Number 11's layup was so cool!!"

The wind direction in the entire venue completely reversed.

All the mocking voices from the beginning of the game have vanished, replaced by shock and admiration.

The fans who had originally supported Toyotama were now completely silent, staring blankly at the glaring gap on the scoreboard.

The boy leading the Toyotama cheerleading squad bit his lip so hard that he didn't even notice the small megaphone in his hand fall to the ground.

A-level teams were actually utterly thrashed by C-level teams.

This is utterly humiliating them.

Shohoku bench.

Kiminobu Kogure sat on the edge of the bench, his hands gripping his knees tightly, his palms already soaked with cold sweat.

He wasn't as optimistic as the audience; his eyes never left Rukawa Kaede on the field.

"On the surface, Rukawa's scoring seems easy, but the situation isn't that simple," Kogure said in a low voice.

Yasuda, standing nearby, turned around in bewilderment: "Kogure-senpai? Has Rukawa gone berserk?"

Kogure shook his head and pointed to Toyotama's half of the field:

"Take a close look at the defense of number 4."

"Judging from his footwork and leg strength, he kept Rukawa Kaede close behind, not giving him any extra room to break through."

He swallowed hard, his voice strained:

"Furthermore, after Lin Bei left the court, Toyotama put all the defensive pressure on Rukawa and Captain Akagi."

The Shohoku substitutes looked at each other blankly, while Satoru Kakuta wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a wry smile.

"You guys are amazing, the other team is one of the top eight in the country."

"The overwhelming sense of pressure was so intense that we could hardly breathe just sitting on the sidelines."

Ayako snapped her folding fan shut and tapped it against her left palm:

"Look, the way the audience looks at us has changed."

"As long as we maintain our rhythm, we can win this game!"

On the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood near the free-throw line, unusually quiet, without shouting or yelling as he tried to get back on defense.

He stared blankly ahead, his gaze meeting Rukawa Kaede's sweat-soaked back.

Rukawa Kaede stared coldly at his opponent, like a lone wolf poised to pounce.

Sakuragi's lips twitched slightly as he muttered under his breath, "That stinky fox...when did he even start playing basketball...?"

The image of Rukawa Kaede scoring just now kept replaying in his mind.

That terrifying speed, that insane aim.

And the rock-solid balance during aerial combat is definitely the result of countless days and nights of hard work.

Sakuragi clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

The referee's whistle blew suddenly, and Toyotama served.

After receiving the ball, Kishimoto Minori advanced like a mad dog, and Miyagi Ryota roared:

"Get back on defense! Suppress that ball!"

Akagi and Rukawa sprinted away, while Sakuragi remained rooted to the spot like a log.

In the stands, Yohei Mito leaned against the railing and chuckled softly:

"Wow, Rukawa is really going all out, finally bringing out his trump card."

Takamiya Nozomi stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and mumbled:

"Feng Yu is in deep trouble now."

On the Shohoku bench, Lin Bei looked at Sakuragi, who was still in a daze, and sighed helplessly.

He slowly stood up, put his hands in his pockets, walked to the sideline, and stared calmly at the red-haired boy.

"Sakuragi".

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it had a strong penetrating power, hitting Sakuragi's ears precisely.

Sakuragi shuddered and abruptly turned his head to look at the sidelines.

Lin Bei looked directly into his eyes, her tone calm and unhurried:

"Don't just stand there, broaden your perspective."

"Watch his movements carefully and learn his techniques meticulously."

He paused, his voice turning somber:

"Then, go and sweat even more than him."

"Otherwise, you'll only ever see his back for the rest of your life."

Sakuragi fell completely silent.

These words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Ayako also walked over to Lin Bei's side and, looking at Sakuragi, added:

"Rukawa was already a top player at Tomioka Junior High."

"He's suffered far more than you have; you've only been playing basketball for a few months."

Sakuragi lowered his head, looking at his large, thick hands.

The area was covered with rough calluses, marks worn from tens of thousands of tedious basketball shots.

"So, the problem really is a lack of experience?"

Sakuragi gritted his teeth and shook his head violently. "No, no, no! To admit this is to admit that this genius is inferior to that fox!"

He suddenly raised his hands and swung his arms to slap himself hard across the face.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two crisp slaps echoed across half the court, and Sakuragi's cheeks visibly turned red.

The confusion in his eyes vanished instantly, and he turned around like a furious red cheetah, charging wildly towards the backfield.

Just as Kishimoto Minori was about to jump for a layup, a huge shadow suddenly loomed over her head.

Sakuragi leaped high into the air, letting out a deafening roar: "Don't even think about scoring!"

boom!

The basketball was slapped hard by a large hand and sent flying out of bounds, causing an uproar throughout the stadium.

Kishimoto stumbled after landing, glaring fiercely at Sakuragi: "You red-haired monkey!"

Sakuragi glared back without hesitation: "You ponytail! This genius is going to carry the whole team!"

The game continued, and Shohoku switched to offense.

Miyagi dribbled past half-court, while Sakuragi held his position firmly in the paint.

But his eyes weren't on the ball; instead, they were locked onto Rukawa Kaede like radar.

Rukawa cuts to the left, and Sakuragi keeps a close eye on his steps.

Rukawa came to an abrupt stop, and Sakuragi countered his shift in center of gravity.

Rukawa pulls up for a shot, and Sakuragi frantically memorizes his power techniques.

Sakuragi's brain was like a dried-up sponge, greedily absorbing Rukawa's every move.

This pure focus is his strongest weapon for his unbridled growth.

The viewing area of ​​the Hainan University Affiliated School.

Kiyota Nobunaga leaned halfway out, gripping the back of the seat in front of him, his face full of confusion:

"Captain Maki, you just said that Rukawa Kaede should be careful?"

"That fox is clearly riding high right now."

Amu sat in a chair with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Toyotama No. 4.

"Nan Lie, whom Rukawa Kaede is facing, is no pushover."

Amu's voice carried a hint of solemnity, "He is extremely dangerous."

Kiyota was stunned: "Danger?"

"Could it be as dangerous as Lin Bei?"