Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

The ball was still in mid-air when the next one was already thrown.

"Bang!"

The ball hit the front edge of the rim with a dull thud, then rolled half a circle along the rim unwillingly before finally failing to fall into the net.

But Tanaka seemed to be used to this situation, and he simply continued to throw the ball, not caring about the result at all.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ito's voice rang in Tanaka's ears, pulling him back from his own world.

"You?" He frowned, his stubble thicker than it had been a few days ago.

Ito picked up a basketball from beside his feet and dribbled it a few times on the ground. The dull thuds echoed in the empty gymnasium.

"Catch it." After getting a feel for the ball, Ito passed it to Tanaka.

The basketball carried a lot of force, and the opponent's sudden movement caused Tanaka to stumble for a moment, but he still managed to catch the ball.

"you......"

Just as he was about to reprimand him, the words stuck in his throat. Ito simply tossed the basketball on the ground, and it formed a perfect parabola.

Tanaka's gaze was drawn to the basketball streaking through the air.

With a crisp "whoosh," it swished into the net.

Ito was positioned several points further from the basket than Tanaka was, almost touching the midcourt line.

He yawned, feigning boredom, and seemed quite tired.

"Next time, remember to throw the ball to me when I throw it."

"..." Tanaka's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the basketball that had just entered the net and was still slowly rolling on the smooth floor, as if he wanted to stare it through.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a short, hoarse syllable from his tightly pursed lips: "...Okay."

Ito raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

He did the same thing again, bending down to pick up a basketball with movements as fluid as breathing. Without even looking at the rim, he flicked his wrist and casually tossed the ball in the same direction!

At the same time, Tanaka passed a second basketball to him, accompanied by a faint whooshing sound.

Ito caught the basketball steadily, secretly marveling at the opponent's strength, and then immediately shot the basketball away.

The two basketballs flew toward the basket one after the other, with almost no deviation.

"There's still time."

Tanaka turned his head sharply, almost twisting his neck, incredulously, to look towards the basket!

Just as he turned around, a glimpse out of the corner of his eye revealed, with horror, that Yuujin Ito had bent down and picked up a third basketball.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, and from a completely different angle than the previous two times—an extremely awkward side angle where his body was almost twisted—he threw the ball again!

The time between the release of the three basketballs must not exceed three seconds.

That's absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Although I really wanted to say it, my dry throat prevented me from making a sound.

Based on my years of basketball experience, I'm reluctant to admit it, but every move Ito makes is textbook perfect, and...

Three more "whoosh!" sounds followed in quick succession.

This completely shattered Tanaka's worldview. He stared at Ito in disbelief, his eyes dry, but he dared not blink.

An eerie silence fell over the entire stadium, broken only by the sound of three basketballs bouncing and rolling as they landed on the floor.

"How about it?" Ito casually flicked his wrist. "Want to learn? I can teach you."

Chapter 158 It's wrong to skip lunch!

As is widely known, "Kuroko's Basketball" is a realistic anime that records the basketball games of high school students.

Therefore, it is entirely logical and in accordance with the laws of physics that Yujin Ito was able to demonstrate those "miraculous" abilities in the gymnasium.

The power of Midorima's trial card is slowly fading, which also means that Ito is no longer the boy who can hit three-pointers in a row.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can you understand just how outrageous someone's abilities really are.

Didn't get a good footing? No problem! Missed your aim? Doesn't matter! Didn't apply enough force? Minor issue!

But none of these are problems; all you have to do is throw the ball out.

We must trust Midorima!

That's the guy the original author was even afraid to grant the Zone status to.

“You…” Tanaka pursed his lips, jogged to the basket, picked up the basketball that Ito had just used, and examined it over and over.

A deep distrust.

"How did you do that?" Tanaka frowned deeply, unable to find any trace of Ito's tampering.

“You know nothing about my strength.” Ito shook his head in disappointment. “In that case, there’s nothing more to say.”

He turned to leave, but kept a close eye on Tanaka's movements.

Didn't come? It's rare to see a student so calm.

Just as Ito was about to step out of bounds, a bad premonition suddenly struck him. He quickly turned his head and caught the basketball coming towards him. The basketball was so strong that he almost lost his grip.

When I saw Tanaka make a throwing motion again out of the corner of my eye, Ito raised an eyebrow, put down the basketball, and made a "thud" sound on the solid wood floor.

Still assessing their capabilities...

Trial cards are ultimately just trial cards; the abilities they grant come quickly but disappear even faster.

He would never have bought it if he hadn't happened to come across this special item this week.

There's no other reason than that any extraordinary ability related to the unnatural is expensive.

"You're being so rude..." As he caught the ball with one hand, Ito slightly pulled his arm back.

With a sudden burst of strength, the basketball, whistling through the air, hurtled towards Tanaka like a cannonball.

The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. Tanaka could only rely on his body's instinct to cross his hands in front of him to protect himself.

But the ball that the seniors are teaching the juniors is not easy to stop.

Tanaka was knocked to the ground by the impact of the ball. Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still shocked by Ito's strength.

The basketball rolled to the side, and the spot where Tanaka was hit by the ball began to turn purple and started to tremble uncontrollably.

His pupils dilated violently as Ito's figure drew closer, gradually enlarging, and he looked up at the figure blocking out the light.

Ito remained expressionless, his large hands gripping the basketball as he raised them high.

"sorry!"

Faced with the rapidly attacking basketball, Tanaka quickly closed his eyes, his pleading voice echoing in the empty arena.

Looking at the guy in front of me who was about to be scared out of his wits, I thought he was quite courageous.

The ball stopped just three centimeters from its eyelashes, waiting quietly for the other to open its eyes.

"waste."

A soft voice slowly sounded in Tanaka's ear. The moment he slowly opened his eyes, Ito threw the ball forward heavily.

The basketball slammed heavily onto the court next to Tanaka's head, and sweat streamed down his forehead, whether from training or fear, he couldn't tell.

He stiffly looked up and met Ito's cold gaze.

After being stared at coldly by Nagano Sae for a long time, he had gradually grasped the essence of that gaze.

"I'll ask, you answer." Ito scanned his surroundings; because of the conflict, some people were already looking his way.

Ito made no attempt to conceal his actions, maintaining his indifferent tone.

He casually helped Tanaka up from the ground and brushed the dust off his trouser legs.

"Let's talk in a seat to the side."

Tanaka remained completely oblivious even after Ito shoved a bottle of Pocari Sweat into his hand.

"Thank you."

Opening the bottle, the sweet water moistened his throat slightly, and Tanaka finally felt a little better.

"You..." Tanaka's voice was hoarse as he spoke, then he struggled to change his form of address, "Senior, what's the matter?"

Ito nodded slightly, quite satisfied with the other party's current attitude.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

"Who instigated you to come yesterday morning?"

After he said that, Ito noticed that the other person's hand on the bottle involuntarily retracted.

"No one instigated me; I wanted to do it myself."

"You hate me?" Ito asked casually, eating a cream bread. "Have I done anything to offend you? I consider myself a pretty decent person."

"...Senior, Senior Tian stammered, and he asked hesitantly, "What...made you have this...misconception that you're a good person?"

The already bland and tasteless bread crumbs were now stuck deep in my throat like sawdust, and I could only barely swallow them with the help of the mineral water.

After tasting the lunch prepared by Mori and Asada, the cream bread, a rare treat in the past, had become tasteless.

Those two despicable fellows toyed with me and then heartlessly abandoned me.

He felt that he had become a complete victim and collateral damage in their silent war!

“That’s not important. Just tell me why you hate me.” He waved his hand.

"The reason?" Tanaka seemed even more hesitant, his eyes darting around as if he were weighing the pros and cons.

He cautiously and furtively raised his eyelids and quickly glanced at Ito's face.

Although in reality the other person is still struggling with cream bread, Tanaka sees it as the senior's composure.

"You can say whatever you want, it doesn't matter." Ito put away the half-eaten bread.

Ito tried to keep his tone calm, but the empty Pocari Sweat bottle he was unconsciously squeezing made a piercing squeaking sound.

We've run out of water and really can't eat anymore.