Kuroko's Basketball: I'm not the boss?

"I clearly told you that I don't like the Japanese Basketball Association, and it was Kurikuni who suggested bringing me to see you..."

Yako forced herself to speak in the same tone as usual, but she soon couldn't say anything more, because Xiangyang had turned his head at some point and was looking at her with a half-smile, the meaning of which was self-evident.

I can tell you're just putting on an act. Do you think I wouldn't notice if something's off about you?

Xiangyang clicked his tongue twice, propped his head up with one hand, and gestured to Yazi to continue her sophistry.

Seeing that her little scheme had been figured out, Masako simply shut her mouth and stopped talking, instead continuing to drive as if she were very focused.

Masako remained silent, and Xiangyang was in no hurry. He simply propped his head up and looked at Masako's profile. The two of them thus began their standoff in a strange manner.

After a long while, just as Xiangyang was about to fall asleep with his head propped up, Yazi suddenly spoke up and asked, "When are you coming back from the flower family's house?"

"what?"

Xiangyang rubbed his face, dispelling his drowsiness, and stroked his chin, saying, "Probably... for about a month? The nationality change requires some complicated procedures."

"Follow-up, I don't really understand either, but Mr. Ebi and Ms. Reiko will handle it for me..."

However, before Xiangyang could finish speaking, Yazi interrupted him, saying, "That's not what I meant."

"What I mean is, after you graduate from high school... how long will you stay in China, and when will you come back?"

Xiang Yang was stunned. He looked at Ya Zi without saying a word.

When she didn't get a reply from Xiangyang, Yazi seemed to understand something. She sighed slightly, turned to look at Xiangyang with a resentful expression, and said, "Can you not go? If you just want to play ball, Japan can completely meet your needs now."

Despite being slightly outmatched in individual performance, having defeated Akashi twice in a row, Kaijo's status as the victor will never change.

Moreover, as one of the three major conglomerates in Japan, the Akashi family, which owns a business empire, would absolutely not allow their heir to pursue the path of a basketball player, even if he were a national team player.

You have hundreds of millions of assets waiting to be inherited, and you're telling me you want to play basketball?

If Akashi were to actually ask his father for help, he'd probably get a severe scolding the next second, and his father would also buy him a basketball team to help him relax and clear his head!

Being a team owner is fine, but being a player... don't even think about it!

Leaving Akashi aside, there isn't a single point guard in Japan right now who is worthy of Hikaru's attention. This is why, even knowing that he might be rejected, Kurikuni still personally stepped in to try and win Hikaru back.

When Xiangyang first saw Yako with this expression, his eye twitched, his mind raced, and instinctively, he was about to utter a classic line.

"If I don't play basketball, will you support me?"

With a slight twitch of his lips, Xiangyang met Yazi's gaze. Seeing the latter's serious expression, Xiangyang had no doubt that if he really asked the question, Yazi's answer would most likely be yes.

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, touched his nose, and joked with a smile, "That won't do. Old Hai is missing me so much. China needs a decent point guard, like me!"

A deep sigh came from inside the car. Although Xiangyang didn't see it, barring the possibility that there was a third person in the car, the sigh was most likely from Miss Yako.

"arrive."

With a sudden stop, the excellent performance of the high-quality sports car was on full display. Due to Yako's intentional actions, Xiangyang was caught off guard and leaned forward. If he hadn't fastened his seatbelt beforehand, his forehead would probably have made intimate contact with the passenger seat.

"Hey, Ms. Masako!"

Just as Xiang Yang was about to protest, still shaken, he caught a glimpse of Yako's current state out of the corner of his eye.

Even though he was holding a steering wheel, for some reason, Xiangyang seemed to see a drawn katana...

At the same time, Yako's eyes were cold, and with her expressionless face, Xiangyang wisely shut up immediately, leaving only a "Be careful on the road" before getting out of the car.

However, just as he was about to close the car door, Xiang Yang stopped. He turned his head, looked at Ya Zi, who still exuded a cold and aloof aura in the driver's seat, and took a deep breath.

"Miss Masako, I will come back."

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"For me, Japan isn't without its charms... Even though I hate it often, there are many people here who are worth coming back to see!"

"Don't forget to pick me up at the airport then."

Xiangyang's tone was relaxed, but his right hand, which was gripping the car door, was trembling slightly, which showed that he was not calm inside!

After nearly a year of getting along, although he could usually figure out Masako's thoughts, he still dared not act recklessly when she was angry.

If he says anything too much or says the wrong thing, he'll most likely have to say goodbye to that damned katana again...

Even the carefully chosen words he spoke after getting off the bus took considerable courage to utter.

I think... I probably... maybe... I won't get cut, right?

Xiangyang secretly broke out in a cold sweat, while focusing all his attention on Yako.

Over the course of a year, Masako drew her sword at him at least eighty or a hundred times. Although it was always just playful banter, over time, Xiangyang even developed his own method for dodging the sword's attacks!

【Ms. Masako, even you can't hurt me in the slightest now!】

With his leg muscles taut and his attention unwavering, Xiangyang would leap and pounce on the ground beside him whenever Yako showed the slightest desire to draw her sword, then stand up and run away!

Unfortunately, Masako didn't seem to have any intention of showing him her special skills. She glanced at Xiangyang with her eyes and let out a soft groan.

"Close the car door, it's freezing."

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh."

Xiangyang snapped out of his daze, reached out and casually closed the car door, only to be met with another scolding.

"Could you close the door a little less forcefully? Do you think I'm a taxi?"

Xiangyang: ...

"Smith Marseille".

Xiang Yang bowed slightly and apologized sincerely. Seeing how understanding he was, Ya Zi snorted and turned her head away: "Tell me when you leave, and I'll see you off."

"Row."

Having received Xiangyang's reply, Yazi didn't linger. She stepped on the gas, and with a roar from the engine, the supercar, whose price was unknown (it could be seven or eight figures), sped off like an arrow, kicking up some dust from the roadside.

Xiangyang stood there, watching Yazi drive further and further away, and couldn't help but stroke his chin, sighing, "That car is really fast."

"Tsk, if I stayed in Japan... wouldn't this car be mine forever?"

Hmm... I'll think about it!

……

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The victory of Haichang sparked a significant online buzz, starting with the "prophet." This blogger, who could be considered somewhat talented, had offended many fans of various teams in his pursuit of traffic and attention. His final prediction, "Rakusan will beat Haichang," was promptly proven wrong by the final result.

Of course, the backlash after being proven wrong is inevitable.

However, those who work as online bloggers naturally prepare for being cyberbullied before spreading arrogant remarks.

After all, he's already made his money, so no matter how heated the online criticism is, it won't affect his spending!

Once the negative publicity and hype die down, this "prophet" will most likely make another move, grab a wave of attention, and then retire to the mountains and lakes again!

Hmm... He's a veteran in the internet world; he's figured out how to use internet traffic.

However, no matter what happens online, it doesn't affect people in real life.

After a week of rest, Xiang Yang, together with Tajima Reiko, embarked on their second trip to China.

After a brief farewell to Masako and completing the boarding process, Xiangyang looked at the large and small bags in his hands and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

These things were given to him by Kise. A few days ago, it was Xiangyang's birthday. For some reason, he simply disappeared on his birthday and did not give the Miracles a chance to celebrate with him.

However, they were quite generous with their gifts.

"Alright, let me see what these guys gave me?"

(There will be another chapter tonight, brothers)

Chapter 182 Gifts of Miracles

At the very top of the gift was a flat box, and it was very lightweight.

Xiangyang glanced at it, opened the packaging, and several photos came into view.

"That brat Ryota..."

One glance at Xiangyang was enough to tell that these were given to him by Kise. Because next to these photos was a small piece of paper with a chibi version of Kise's face drawn on it.

"Haha, this guy must have watched Kuroko's Basketball, right? The design he drew is almost identical to the one in the anime."

Xiang Yang chuckled softly, put the small piece of paper into his pocket, and then turned his gaze back to the photo.

In the first summer season, Xiang Yang drew a defensive foul from Luoshan player Dai Qianxun in the final moments, and made two of three free throws to ultimately reverse the score and win the game.

Although the game-winning shot was made by Xiangyang, Kise's contribution throughout the game was still greater than Xiangyang's, and the final MVP award was given to Kise.

In the photo, the entire first Kaijo team is gathered together. Kise stands in the center of the team, holding the trophy with both hands, while Kasamatsu and Mukayo stand on either side of him. At the back of the team, Hori and Hayakawa-senpai have their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like best buddies. Takeuchi stands on the sidelines in a suit and tie, looking smug.

This photo shows the first of three consecutive championships by Kaijo in the first summer season!

"Pfft, Kasamatsu-senpai even had tear stains on his face back then? How come I didn't notice?"

Xiang Yang reached out and touched the photo. Perhaps because it was his first championship, he was filled with deep emotion.

Next one.

The first Winter Cup.

Because Rakuzan unexpectedly lost to the unleashed Shiro Rin in the semifinals, Kaijo's opponent in the finals is the same as in the original story: Kaijo vs. Shiro Rin!

In the final moments of the Winter Cup finals, with Kise fouling out, Xiangyang had to step up and carry the team alone. Facing Kagami's defense, in the last thirty seconds, Xiangyang unleashed a "step-up and step-back" move, successfully using his superior understanding of basketball to confuse everyone on the court, including the referees, ultimately widening the score gap and killing all suspense in the game.

This time, even though Kise performed exceptionally well and his performance in the first three quarters was invaluable to Kaijo, it couldn't overshadow the brilliance of Hikaru.

The "zone" mode, which allowed him to stay hidden until the very end of the game, coupled with his crazy scoring as the "King of the Fourth Quarter," enabled Xiang Yang to successfully win the MVP award in the first Winter Cup Finals!

Their positioning when taking the championship photos was also quite interesting.

As the team's biggest contributor to the championship and the MVP, Xiangyang stood in the center, holding the trophy high with both hands. Kise, however, was so exhausted that he could barely stand and had to lean on Kasamatsu. This resulted in them being relatively far from Xiangyang. Meanwhile, Hori and Hayakawa were still as usual, with their arms around each other like best buddies. Takeuchi was the same, dressed in a suit and looking smug.

"Tsk, doesn't this photo seem to be showcasing my personal heroism?"

Xiang Yang rubbed his chin, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. Although the photo was fitting, and he had indeed carried the team alone in the final moments of the Winter Cup.

However, Xiangyang still subconsciously felt that basketball should be a team sport.

"Well... he's a champion after all, and the photographer really knows how to make me look so handsome? I'll reluctantly accept it!"

After a moment of utter arrogance at Versailles, Xiangyang flipped through the last photo again.