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

Morohoshi Dai muttered to himself.

His extremely keen basketball instincts told him...

If we don't show 200% resolve, Aiwa Academy's fate tomorrow will be even worse than Sannoh's.

"Bang!"

The suite door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with great force.

The door slammed heavily against the wall.

"Yo!"

"Senior Moroboshi, are you still watching this boring videotape?"

Accompanied by a series of extremely frivolous footsteps.

A boy with spiky hair and chewing gum wildly swaggered in.

He is none other than Asuka Makoto, a first-year point guard at Aiwa Academy.

He was twirling a basketball casually in his hand.

His eyes revealed the arrogance of a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

"I just went to the front desk and asked around. It turns out those guys from Shohoku are also staying at a hotel of this level."

"What a nouveau riche!"

Asuka walked up to the television, blocking Moroboshi Dai's view, and pursed her lips.

"Senior, aren't you too nervous?"

"Shohoku's victory over Sannoh was purely due to good luck, plus the Sannoh monks were too complacent."

"Watch me tomorrow."

"I guarantee I'll use my absolute speed to make that shorty named Miyagi completely lose his bearings."

"Let them know what a real fast break is!"

The air in the room instantly dropped to freezing point.

Moroboshi Dai slowly raised his head.

His once gentle eyes now concealed a storm.

He suddenly stood up, his tall figure exuding an extremely terrifying sense of oppression, and took a step to stand in front of Asuka Makoto.

"Snapped!"

Daigo Moroboshi slapped away the basketball that Asuka was spinning on his fingertips.

The basketball hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Shut up, Asuka!"

Moroboshi Dai's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, carrying absolute leadership authority.

"You haven't watched the game between Shohoku and Sannoh, so you have no right to say that."

"If you dare to step onto the field with such ridiculous arrogance."

"I'll ask the coach right now to remove you from the starting lineup!"

The bird was so shocked by the sudden outburst of anger that it took half a step back.

He forgot to chew his gum.

They looked at the captain, who was usually quite mild-mannered, with some surprise.

"Stop your arrogant and ignorant delusions!"

Moroboshi pointed to the screen behind him that was paused on Lin Bei's long-range three-pointer.

His tone was cold and clear-headed.

"That wasn't luck!"

"That's the absolute power to destroy any defense line!"

"They're true numerical monsters!"

"If we don't treat them as mortal enemies even more terrifying than Sannoh tomorrow, we'll have to fight them to the death."

"Summer at Love and Academy has come to an end!"

"Did you understand?!"

Under Moroboshi Dai's penetrating gaze, Asuka Shin swallowed hard.

His previously arrogant demeanor was completely suppressed, and he could only nod reluctantly.

"I...I understand, senior."

……

10:00 AM.

Hiroshima Stadium.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the stadium's glass dome, casting dappled shadows in the empty corridors.

To familiarize themselves with the competition venue, the entire Shohoku team, led by Akagi, is heading towards the main stadium along the corridor to scout out the location.

The group had just turned a dark corner.

The footsteps ahead stopped abruptly.

In the narrow corridor, a group of tall boys wearing red and white training uniforms walked towards us.

Leading the way was none other than Aiwa Academy's ace, Dai Moroboshi.

The red and black of Shohoku and the red and white of Aiwa collided unexpectedly at this moment.

They met on a narrow path.

Both of them stopped at the same time, no more than three meters apart.

The air in the entire corridor seemed to be sucked out in that instant.

Even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

The auras of the two top teams collided violently in the narrow space.

A faint, blinding spark flew in the air, creating a tense and chilling atmosphere.

Asuka Shin stood beside Moroboshi Dai.

Those restless eyes swept across the faces of the Xiangbei team members.

Finally, their gazes were fixed on Ryota Miyagi, who was standing at the front of the line.

He grinned.

That arrogant nature that had been suppressed by Moroboshi Dai resurfaced.

Asuka, chewing gum, tilted her head and swayed as she walked out of the line.

He went straight up to Miyagi Ryota.

He deliberately straightened his back, extended his right hand, and placed his palm flat on his chin.

Then he gestured horizontally, his fingers just crossing over the top of Miyagi's signature permed hair.

"Oh, so you're the point guard from Shohoku High School?"

Asuka's eyes widened dramatically, her tone filled with undisguised mockery.

"I heard that you were the one who defeated Kazunari Fukatsu yesterday?"

"I thought he was some kind of ruthless character with three heads and six arms."

"This little dwarf is really lucky to have survived in front of the mountain king."

"Did Fukatsu fall asleep on the field yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, several substitute players at the back of the Aihe Academy couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.

Ryota Miyagi remained with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't even frown.

But the muscles in his jaw were already taut.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, hidden in the shadows, became as cold and piercing as ice.

"To deal with a piece of trash like you who only knows how to talk big."

"My height is more than enough."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Miyagi's lips.

He retorted sharply, his voice low and menacing.

"I advise you to go to Hiroshima Station now and buy your Shinkansen ticket back to Nagoya."

"So that when the game ends tomorrow and I run home crying, there won't even be a seat left."

"You damn shorty, what did you say?!"

Enraged, Asuka took a sudden step forward.

Their chests were almost touching.

"asshole!"

"Do you want to fight?!"

With a furious roar, Sakuragi Hanamichi's massive body burst out from behind Miyagi.

He rolled up the sleeves of his training uniform, revealing his well-defined arm muscles.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

He raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, and was about to smash it into Asuka's face.

"This genius will send you back to your hometown right now!"

"Sakuragi!"

"Get out of my way!"

At this critical moment, a pair of strong, large hands pressed down firmly on Sakuragi's shoulders.

Akagi forcefully suppressed the kinetic energy that he was unleashing.

Akagi Takenori's expression was ashen as he used overwhelming force to drag Sakuragi back into the team.

He also gave Miyagi a warning look.

Physical altercations before a match are absolutely forbidden.

The smell of gunpowder in the corridor had become extremely strong.

It can be completely ignited by just a tiny spark.

At that moment, the stars moved in great motion.

He strode forward, grabbed Asuka Makoto by the back of his collar, and pulled him backward forcefully.

The bird stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

"Senior Moroboshi..."

Asuka Shinji was about to defend himself.

Zhu Xing shouted loudly.

"Step back!"