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"You—!" Kashima's expression was very complicated. He suppressed his resentment, bent down, and smashed the ball onto the floor.

"Thump!" A heavy dribbling sound rang out.

He was like a lit dynamite; his shoulders slumped, and he slammed his right foot against the floor, transforming into a black shadow as he lunged straight at Ito's right side.

Trying to force your way through with pure speed and power.

A few suppressed gasps rang out from the crowd, and several timid girls instinctively covered their mouths.

"Senior Ito, watch out!"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Chapter 167 The Old Man Teases the Playful Child

However, just as Kajima's shoulder was about to collide with Ito's chest...

It shifted slightly, and there was no head-on collision as expected, nor even a significant movement.

He simply moved with extreme lightness, as if brushing away a speck of dust, pivoting on his left foot and slightly shifting his body to the side in the direction of Kajima's impact, taking a half-step back.

The movements were so fluid, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times, carrying an almost elegant composure.

Ito's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of flirtation. "Hurry up, junior."

Kajima's deliberate, all-out collision missed its mark, but the momentum carried him forward, causing him to stagger.

Before he could regain his balance, in the blink of an eye, a slender hand reached out precisely from below Kashima's right hand as he dribbled the ball.

It's Ito's left hand!

The hand moved so fast that it became a blurry shadow, its five fingers spread wide, like a spider web waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

It cut precisely onto the path that Kashima would take after dribbling, when the basketball had just bounced up and he hadn't fully taken control of it.

"Clap!"

A soft sound, but to the island of Canary Island, it sounded like a thunderclap.

He felt a sudden emptiness below his right hand; the basketball that had been there had vanished.

Looking down, Ito could see that the basketball was firmly in his grasp.

not good!

He abruptly stopped, turned around in utter horror, his expression freezing instantly, replaced by an incredulous bewilderment.

His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out; only heavy, labored breathing, like a broken bellows.

Ito didn't even glance at him. It was as if he had just completed a trivial warm-up exercise, casually bouncing the ball twice with his left hand, the sound of the basketball hitting the floor crisp and rhythmic.

Then Ito quickly turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over Kajima's face, which was a mixture of shock and shame.

"I've given you the chance." Ito's voice was filled with disappointment, and also with an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

“It’s a pity,” he paused, his gaze sweeping over Kajima’s stiff hands and empty feet, “you don’t seem to have caught it.”

"Now it's my turn."

The moment he finished speaking, Ito's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his previously relaxed body tensed up instantly, like a fully drawn bow.

There are no fancy names, no frenzied starts, just the simplest crossover.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to surpass the visual perception of Kajima in that instant.

The basketball seemed to come alive, instantly completing a magic trick between his legs.

A flash of orange-red light disappeared from the left hand and appeared in the right hand the next moment.

At the same time, his body turned into a blurry afterimage.

It didn't come from the left or right side of the island, but rather with lightning speed, directly from the very center of the island, which was completely open and unprepared due to shock.

Breakthrough in one step!

"call--!"

A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling Kajima's unconventional red hair, and Ito's figure had already completely passed Kajima.

The latter remained in a stiff defensive stance, not even having time to react, as the wind generated by Ito slapped against his sweaty face.

He instinctively and futilely stretched out his arm, only to grasp at thin air.

Kajima remained rooted to the spot, his back to the figure that had pushed him away.

"Swish!" The basketball swished through the net without any surprise.

He could hear his heart pounding wildly, and behind him, the basketball was once again firmly in the grasp of that hand, bouncing slowly and steadily onto the floor.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The silence, after a moment of suppressed tension, erupted into a burst of loud cheers.

The first voice was particularly energetic, and Ito looked helplessly at Mori-gami Chinatsu standing next to the scoreboard.

The opposing team was waving excitedly as Ito scored, his bun swaying with the movement.

Why did this guy skip rehearsal? And how did she find him again?

Such doubts echoed in Ito's mind, completely forgetting that he was still in a one-on-one fight with someone.

It's not entirely Ito's fault; mainly because with the power of the 'Miracle Five,' he felt like he lacked nothing.

Facing Kajima's technology is as easy and simple as bullying a child.

After all, the other party had received professional training, so in just one glance, Kajima already understood just how big the gap was between him and Ito.

It was precisely because of this that resentment and shame almost filled his entire being.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A round of applause erupted from the crowd as a middle-aged man in a tracksuit, wearing a whistle around his neck, walked onto the court.

"Coach," Kajima said as the other person passed by.

"It's okay, you really can't beat him." The coach patted Kashima on the shoulder, seemingly trying to comfort him.

"I just..." Kashima, unwilling to admit defeat, tried to find an excuse.

"It's just because of the one-on-one procedure that you weren't directly declared the loser, which gave you the opportunity to touch the ball," the coach said, stating the facts, but this clearly hurt Kashima's feelings.

Without paying much attention to the player's situation, the coach walked towards Ito with a look of satisfaction and appreciation.

This intense gaze made Ito take a step back. He had only ever seen that look in Asada's eyes when he saw gourmet food, in Hayakawa's eyes when he saw fine wheat, and in Nagano's eyes when he saw maids.

"Ito-kun," the coach greeted him before even reaching him, rubbing his hands together, "would you be interested in joining the basketball team?"

"coach!"

"what?"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, then reached their peak with the coach's next words.

"If you come, I can make you the captain right away."

As the other person said this, Ito secretly observed the former captain of the basketball team—Makoto Kashima.

Upon hearing this, Kajima was not as calm as he appeared; at least his bulging veins and clenched hands did not lie.

"Sorry, I don't have time." Ito refused decisively, as if the basketball team captain was insignificant to him.

"No time?" The coach raised an eyebrow. "You only need to participate in training before the competition."

"I really don't have time."

"I see..." The coach shook his head in disappointment, then quickly grabbed Ito's shoulder.

"What are you going to do?" Being grabbed by the shoulder by a middle-aged man is always uncomfortable.

"Then let's talk about your disciplinary violations." The coach took out the tag hidden in his sports uniform.

After seeing the words "Teacher on Duty" on the sign, Ito had a bad feeling.

What's that old man up to?

"Unauthorized entry into the basketball team's training grounds, disruption of the team's training schedule, bullying of team members, and acts of humiliation against them..."

The coach listed Ito's offenses one by one.

"Where did I insult them!" Faced with false accusations, Ito naturally refused to take responsibility, saying, "I was just playing normally."

"Your technique is just bullying them, and it's also a way of saying I'm a bad coach. Just because you're good-looking doesn't mean you can be so arrogant." The coach shook his head.

Speechless, he seemed to have a point.

"Wait a minute." Mori ran onto the field, stood in front of Ito, and pulled the coach's hand away from Ito.

Just when Ito thought the other person had come to take her away, Mori suddenly grabbed Ito's arm and stared intently at the coach.

"Senior is here on important business!"

Chapter 168 I'm Jealous!

"Is this serious business?"

"It's serious business!" Mori stood her ground, completely forgetting that she herself had skipped club activities and was currently also classified as a student who had violated discipline.

Ito stood behind her, his forehead full of question marks. In a way, he was indeed there to do serious business.

Kosen didn't know, and Ito hadn't told anyone else either.

“Moriue,” Ito tried to remind him.

"Don't worry." Mori didn't even turn around. "I know everything about what happened to you, Senpai!"

That's exactly what makes people worried.

However, since the other party was able to catch Ito at the stadium, they probably really know what Ito wants to do.

But even if you know it, you can't say it out loud!

That would confirm that Ito was deliberately trying to cause trouble, and exposing the matter directly to the public was not what Ito wanted.

"Coach!" Seeing that Ito and the other two were in trouble, Tanaka braced himself and walked onto the court under the gaze of the onlookers.