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

"Are you crazy, asshole?"

(Are you crazy, you bastard?)

Nash cursed and quickly jumped back, passing the ball just as Xiang Yang was about to close in on him.

With the "Demon King's Eye" at his disposal, Nash's passing and ball-handling skills are no less than Akashi's.

The ball returned to Thibodeau's hands. Unlike Nash, who was somewhat flustered when facing Xiangyang, Thibodeau even hummed a little tune while pushing against the defense of two Chinese big men and jumped up for another one-handed dunk!

Thibo gripped the rim with both hands, a smug smile spreading across his face: "Is this kind of game difficult for you to play?"

(Is this kind of game difficult for you guys?)

The rim creaked as Thibo pulled on it, and with that powerful dunk, everyone on the Chinese national team felt a chill run down their spines.

Someone in the audience suddenly muttered, "If only our team's inside game were a bit stronger..."

If it were our family

The inside game could be a bit stronger.

That's good...

Gao Tianwei's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands, which had been resting on his lap, gripped his trouser legs tightly.

Old Hai, who was standing to the side, saw through his beloved student's thoughts. He sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Gao, train hard. With you here, the inside game of the Chinese nation should not be a weakness."

Gao Tianwei took a deep breath, as if he wanted to carve something into his body.

"I know the coach, I will."

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beep—

A triumphant whistle

This symbolizes the end of the training match.

The Eagles won 65-57.

Hearing the referee announce the final result, Nash subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly shook his head to convince himself, "No, no, why do I feel relieved? It's only natural that we would defeat opponents of their caliber!"

Just as Nash was hypnotizing himself, Kevin, who was sitting on the Eagles' bench, suddenly stood up and walked straight to Xiang Yang.

Just like when he first entered the stadium, Kevin smiled broadly, took Xiangyang's hand, and said kindly, "Kid, would you like to play for me?"

Xiang Yang was slightly taken aback, and was about to shake his head to refuse when Kevin interrupted him, saying, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. Do you know who I am?"

As he spoke, Kevin raised an eyebrow, looking mysterious.

Xiang Yang thought for a moment, tilted his head and said, "The greatest national team coach in the history of the Eagles, the world's best defensive player, and the seventh MVP of the Eagles national team, Kevin Kelly, am I right?"

Kevin: ? ? ?

"Uh...you're right, absolutely right."

Kevin froze for a full half second, looking at Xiang Yang's calm expression, and wondered: Could it be... this kid is my fan? But that doesn't make sense, who would be so calm when seeing their idol?

"Um, sir..."

Kevin had been watching for a long time

Without saying a word, Xiangyang quietly pulled his hand away from hers and explained, "I'm very happy playing basketball in China right now, and I really have no plans to play anywhere else. I know you're a very good coach, and I would be very happy if I had the opportunity to work with you."

After saying that, just in case Kevin extended another invitation, Xiang Yang added, "Of course, not now."

After hearing this, Xiang Yang thought he had been quite decisive in his refusal. Sure enough, after listening to him, Kevin could only nod in disappointment and say, "Okay, but if you want, come to the UK and find me. I guarantee you'll get to play, and you'll be a starter!"

"At that time, I'll have Nash give up point guard to you and he'll play another position."

Nash: ? ? ?

"Hey old man, do you want to die?"

"Stop yelling! Can't you learn from Xiangyang? Look how polite he is!"

Nash and Kevin walked to the center circle of the court while bickering. Xiang Yang stood there watching them with a mix of amusement and exasperation, and after a while, he also walked to the center circle.

As is customary in training matches, regardless of how the game goes, the post-match handshake is an essential part of the experience.

Xiang Yang looked at Nash in front of him and extended his right hand first. Nash snorted and also extended his right hand to shake Xiang Yang's.

"Oh, I was afraid you'd spit in my hand like you did during the exhibition match before."

Xiang Yang smiled and teased Nash, who snorted again and replied, "I only shake hands with those I recognize as strong."

"I hope we won't be eliminated before we even face each other at the World Championship."

Xiangyang: "Then you'd better be careful. If you run into us, you'll be the ones out."

Nash: "Heh heh, it's a real shame you have a mouth."

"I'm leaving now, see you at Worlds."

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Splash splash splash

书页翻动的声音

Coach Sun sat alone in the basketball court, holding a notebook in his hands, flipping through it constantly.

It was already evening, and the match between the Eagle Nation and the Flower Nation had ended some time ago.

The audience in the stadium had long since left. Just ten minutes earlier, Coach Sun had dismissed the team here, but he stayed behind alone to review today's game.

Just then, the stadium door was suddenly pushed open.

Coach Sun looked up, then quickly looked back at his notebook.

"What's wrong, Xiangyang? The training match is over, aren't you going back to Japan?"

Xiang Yang walked slowly to Coach Sun and replied, "My flight is tomorrow afternoon, so there's no rush."

Coach Sun wanted to say something more, but then he saw a notebook suddenly appear in his line of sight.

"Ok?"

Coach Sun raised his hand to adjust his glasses and quietly looked at Xiang Yang.

"Coach, these are some of the shortcomings I've identified in the team."

Xiang Yang shrugged, placed the notebook in front of the coach, bowed slightly, and said, "I don't mean to interfere with your work, it's just my personal opinion, please take a look."

After saying goodbye to Coach Sun, Xiang Yang turned and left the stadium.

Watching Xiang Yang's departing figure, Coach Sun took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, opened the notebook Xiang Yang had given him, and softly read, "Li Wenyu has excellent physical attributes, but his scoring methods are too limited. I suggest he practice more back-to-the-basket moves..."

"Zhou Yi has good football IQ, but he often tries to use some clever tricks on the field..."

"Wang Dalong's defense is a crucial weapon, but he lacks experience and needs more games to hone his skills..."

"Also... the team's interior defense isn't strong enough and needs to be strengthened. This kid is really..."

Coach Sun smiled and shook his head, closed the notebook and put it aside. He looked at his notebook in front of him, picked up a pen and added a few more lines.

"Back-to-back training...more practice matches...player mental development...team reinforcements..."

Chapter 225 Interviewer Xiang Yang

According to Japan's education system, this is the start of the spring semester, which coincides with the time when new students enroll.

Haichang High School

As one of the top basketball powerhouses in Tokyo Prefecture, Kaijo has also welcomed a large number of new students this year.

At the school gate, almost all the high school clubs had set up tents nearby. The upperclassmen, holding club application forms, sat in the tents and looked longingly at the freshmen.

It's not that they don't contribute to their own club, but because...

At this moment, a boy who appeared to be at least 185 cm tall walked towards the volleyball section.

"Um, senior, I wanted to ask you something..."

Before the freshman could even finish speaking, several senior members of the volleyball club suddenly lit up and appeared in front of him like the wind, surrounding him in a circle.

"Are you a freshman? Which class are you in?"

"Where do you live? Is it close to the school? Is it convenient for you to go to and from school?"

"Look at our volleyball team, junior! I think your height is just made for volleyball! It would be a shame if you didn't join our team!"

An enthusiastic senior student shoved a club application form into the freshman's hand and hurriedly tried to pull him down to sit and fill it out.

The bewildered freshman didn't realize what was happening until he had the pen in his hand. He quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, senior, I just wanted to ask where the basketball club is. I'm sorry, I don't plan to join the volleyball club."

Upon hearing this, the senior students, who had just been so enthusiastic, immediately wilted. They sat back down and weakly pointed in a direction, saying, "That way, just go straight and you'll get there."

Hearing this, the freshman nodded his thanks. He opened his mouth to ask a few more questions, but when he saw the impatient expressions on the faces of the senior students from the volleyball club, he had no choice but to shut up and walk in the direction they were pointing.

[That's strange. It's clearly a strong basketball school, so why don't we see any basketball clubs recruiting at the entrance?]

With this question in mind, the freshman walked along the roadside toward the Haichang High School basketball team.

Behind him, a senior from the volleyball club watched his retreating figure and clicked his tongue, saying, "How many is this today? Seventh or eighth?"

Another person craned their neck and replied, "Who knows? They were probably wondering again why we don't see any basketball players at the school gate. Honestly, they don't even use their brains. Every year, there are tons of freshmen wanting to join the basketball team; why would they need to come to the gate and compete with us for freshmen?"

"Hey guys, have you heard? The basketball team has already started interviews and selections! I'm so envious, when will our volleyball team have a similar setup!"

The man slammed his hand on the table in frustration, his face a mask of envy and resentment. A senior volleyball player patted him on the shoulder, offering words of comfort: "If we can win first place nationally for two consecutive years, we can probably be like them. So let's work hard this year!"

"Volleyball Club! Fighting!"

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Haichang High School Basketball Gymnasium

Guided by the senior volleyball players, the first-year student successfully arrived at the entrance of the basketball club.