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

Mitsui Hisashi wiped his sweat, leaned closer, and chuckled.

"Wow, got lucky today?"

"You actually managed to score that incredible goal by sheer luck?"

"Bullshit! That's called genius intuition!" Sakuragi immediately exploded.

Akagi Takenori strode forward and slapped Sakuragi's bald head with his large palm.

That perpetually icy, dark face broke into a rare smile: "Stop getting cocky, but well done."

Rukawa Kaede walked past, tugging at his wristband, and casually remarked, "Anyone with hands can get in. I could do it too."

"You damn fox, are you asking for a beating?!"

Sakuragi's temper flared up instantly, and he bared his teeth and claws, ready to grab Rukawa's neck.

"This genius's perfect alley-oop, you lone wolf dare to try and scam me?!"

Off the field.

Kogure Kiminobu was so excited that he trembled, his fists clenched tightly.

"marvelous!"

Kogure's eyes burned, and his heart pounded.

"The surprise attack tactic was executed perfectly!"

"At this rate, we can definitely go toe-to-toe with Sannoh this time!"

The audience was already in an uproar.

The die-hard Sannoh fans, who originally wanted to overwhelm Shohoku with their shouts, were now completely bewildered.

"Holy crap, are you kidding me?"

"Is that red-haired guy really a high school student?"

"That jump height and hang time, did they grow up eating springs...?"

"Shohoku is something else! They're definitely not just cannon fodder sent to their deaths!"

The stands buzzed with discussion.

The myth of the invincible Sannoh was brutally cracked by this alley-oop.

However, amidst the uproar that caused the roof to be blown off, one person remained as cold as ice.

Captain of Sannoh, Kazunari Fukatsu.

He didn't even glance at the wildly celebrating Shohoku.

With deadpan eyes, he scanned the entire field, then leisurely picked up the ball and retreated to the baseline.

"Back up! Everyone get into position!"

Miyagi Ryota felt a chill run down his spine and immediately lowered his center of gravity, retreating while keeping a close eye on Fukatsu.

Miyagi pondered in his heart:

"That surprise attack just now should definitely throw them off balance!"

"If we can defend against just one more, we'll have complete control of the game!"

But when Fukatsu dribbled the ball inside the three-point line, Miyagi felt a sense of suffocation.

That's too stable.

Fukatsu's eyes were like a stagnant pool.

He didn't panic, he didn't lose his composure, and he didn't even lose his breathing rhythm.

"Bang...bang..."

The basketball bounced evenly in his hands.

Suddenly, Fukatsu stopped abruptly, his legs slightly bent.

"Should we break through?" Miyagi immediately took a half step back to block the route.

You guessed wrong!

Fukatsu, standing a step away from the palace, defied the defenses and rose straight up!

"Oh no!"

Gongcheng's heart skipped a beat, and he desperately jumped up to block.

But the height difference was undeniable. Fukatsu remained steadily suspended in the air at the highest point, flicking his wrist lightly.

The basketball flew past Miyagi's fingertips, tracing a cold arc.

"Whoosh—!"

Hollowed out and neatly placed into the net.

Fukatsu turned around and glanced down at Miyagi:

"This is in return for your kindness."

Not a single word wasted.

Just like that, Sannoh tied the score!

2: 2!

"nice shot!!"

"Fakatsu is awesome!!"

The Sannoh bench erupted in cheers, their earlier frustration vanished, and towels flew everywhere.

Coach Domoto sat in his chair with his arms crossed, and nodded in satisfaction.

On the Xiangbei side.

Kogure's smile froze on his face, and cold sweat broke out.

"How could this happen..."

Kogure swallowed hard.

"I thought a surprise attack would disrupt their formation..."

"Is this Kazunari Fukatsu a monster?!"

Lin Bei, who was sitting next to him, shifted to a more comfortable position and chuckled, "Senior Kogure, don't be in a hurry."

"Lin Bei?"

Lin Bei raised his chin and pointed to the back of the number 4 figure on the field:

"If a dunk could crush Sannoh, they would have disbanded long ago."

"Fakatsu is a heartless machine, only good at dealing with all sorts of fancy stuff."

The transition between offense and defense on the court.

"Retreat to defense! Don't give them a chance for a fast break!"

Fukatsu shouted as he quickly retreated to his half of the court.

The Sannoh cheerleaders received a shot in the arm, and their cheers once again electrified the entire stadium:

"Defense! Defense!"

"Sannoh! Defense!!"

The unified roar, mixed with the noise of plastic clappers, pressed down on Xiangbei like a wall.

"Damn...it's so noisy!"

On the other side of the stands, De Nan suddenly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Have these viewers lost their minds?!"

"Is the whole of Japan cheering for Sannoh?!"

"We're the face of Kanagawa!"

Takamiya Nozomi, heavily pregnant, wiped away her sweat.

"Exactly! We absolutely cannot lose face!"

"We must overwhelm them with sheer force of will!"

"Okusu! Noma! Mito!"

"Keep up with the slogan!!"

Takamiya Nozomi waved his hand dismissively, "Come on! Let's go!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

Sakuragi's gang, Tokuo's group, plus Haruko, Ayako, and their best friend.

A dozen or so people were yelling and screaming in a venue with tens of thousands of people.

Haruko cupped her hands into a trumpet shape, her face turning bright red:

"Go Shohoku! Go Rukawa! Go Sakuragi!!!"

On the field, not only were the cheerleaders fiercely competing, but the five players on the field were also completely enraged.

But true players will never be swayed by the atmosphere.

The more excited you get, the more you need to stay calm.

Akagi Takenori held his position firmly in the paint, drawing a huge push from behind.

That was Masashi Okawata's chest, as hard as an iron plate; every hand-to-hand combat felt like wrestling with a bear.

Akagi was panting heavily, and sweat stung his eyes.

He was not bothered by the noise from the crowd.

Facing Kawada's defense, his mind was filled with Coach Anzai's tactical arrangements before the game.

"Akagi, Rukawa..."

Coach Anzai adjusted his reflective glasses.

"In the last match against Fengyu, apart from Linbei, your performance was also perfect."

"But today, when playing against Sannoh, physical combat and hard drives alone won't be enough."

"We need Mitsui's three points!"

Memories flashed by.

"Come on!" Akagi's eyes darkened.

Miyagi receives the ball on the perimeter, fakes a move, and then lobs it high into the paint.

As soon as Akagi got the ball, Kawata immediately put immense pressure on him!

"Don't even think about it!"

Kawada snorted coldly, his thick knee pressing firmly against Akagi's lower body.

But Akagi had no intention of going all out.

As he caught the ball, he caught a glimpse of a figure frantically cutting in from the corner of his eye.

It's Mitsui Hisashi!

Defensive specialist Satoshi Ichinokura was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to Mitsui relentlessly and constantly making small, unsavory moves.

"Don't even think about getting the ball! I won't give you an inch of space!" Ichinokura Satoshi gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face.

"This is so annoying!"

Mitsui was furious at being stuck so close to the wall. He suddenly stopped and accelerated in the opposite direction!

Ichinokura Satoshi was about to give chase.

A black iron tower-like structure stood directly across the middle of the road.

It's Akagi!

After receiving the ball, Akagi completely ignored Kawada and smoothly passed the ball to Mitsui, who had run into an open space.

At the same time, he blocked Ichinokura Satoshi completely, like a load-bearing wall!

"Bang!"

Ichinokura Satoshi crashed headfirst into Akagi, and was thrown back and staggered.

"broken!"

Kawada's expression changed, and he quickly abandoned Akagi and rushed to the outside to help with defense.

late!

Mitsui receives the ball.

Taking advantage of this perfect screen, he pulled up for a three-pointer!

The movements were textbook perfect, without the slightest hesitation.

Kawada missed his target and could only watch helplessly as the basketball flew past his fingertips.

The basketball traced a beautiful parabola in the air.

Before the ball even reached its highest point, Mitsui Hisashi had already landed.

He didn't even glance at the basket, but turned his back to the hoop and raised his right index finger high!

Pointing straight to the dome!

A real man never looks back at the frame!