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

With a soft chuckle, Kise stretched out his body and perfectly mimicked the score that Kagami had just scored over his head.

beep—

Haichang No. 7's two points are valid!

Amid the referee's whistle and the cheers of the audience, Kise landed slowly, walked to Xiangyang's side, and raised his hand to bump fists with him.

"Your passing is still so precise."

"Great shot, genius."

Chapter 116 Audience Seat Incident

Hearing Kise's teasing, Xiangyang responded with a grin. It's great to have such strong teammates; he only needs to toss the ball around to get an assist.

In the stands, the national youth team's number one player, watching Quan Haichang's attack, had a conflicted expression. Even with his strong dislike for Xiang Yang, he had to admit it was a very good attack.

Despite his unpleasant personality, his insight and observation skills are impeccable. As the starting point guard for the national youth team, setting aside Kise's almost exaggerated athleticism, whether it's Xiangyang's drives and passes or Shirakawa's double-team defense, from a professional basketball perspective, there's not a single flaw.

The national youth team's number one player frowned, looked around for a long time, and could only mutter, "I could do that too."

This remark was overheard by a nearby spectator, who, coincidentally, was a fan of Haichang.

Upon hearing this, the Haichang fan turned to look at the national youth team's number one player and let out a sneer: "There are always people who think they are better than others."

The national youth team's number one player, who had just lowered his head to continue writing, paused slightly, realizing that the person was talking about him. His hot-tempered nature wouldn't tolerate this, and he immediately turned and glared at the spectator.

I thought my height of over 190 cm would intimidate the other person, but to my surprise, the other person wasn't intimidated at all. They glared back and yelled, "What are you looking at?"

The national youth team's number one player was dumbfounded. In this world where basketball plays a very important role, as a member of the national youth team, everyone would treat him with utmost respect. Now, he was being yelled at by a fan.

He clenched his fist, but ultimately remained silent. If the Basketball Association found out that he had come to scout players and gotten into a fight with the spectators, a suspension would be the least of his worries.

Seeing that the national youth team's number one player didn't speak, the Haichang fan was somewhat surprised. The words he had prepared in his mind were swallowed back down. He wondered to himself: Was I too harsh...?

A few minutes later—

"Um, I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask if you're okay?"

The Haichang fan scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. Although he had a fiery temper, he wasn't the type to start trouble. Realizing that the national youth team's number one seemed frightened by him, he felt a pang of guilt.

The national youth team's number one player had a dark expression. Looking at the apologetic expressions of the Haichang fans, he twitched his lips for a long time before finally uttering, "It's okay."

"Hahaha, it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright..."

The Haichang fans chuckled awkwardly, then turned to look at the field and struck up a conversation with the national youth team's number one player: "Look at Haichang, they're playing so well! This year's champion will be Haichang again!"

On the court, starting in the third quarter, Xiangyang and Kise no longer cared about their physical exertion and began to lead the team in a crazy all-out attack. Although the Shiro Rin team was not completely helpless, the point difference was still widened to 12 points.

Haichang led 59-47, and their advantage continued to widen.

A friendly remark from a Haichang fan made the national youth team's number one player's face darken even more. He closed his notebook and said disdainfully, "It's just average. For a high school student, it's indeed considered pretty good."

"You! You..."

Haichang fans were just about to

Enraged, he suddenly realized he couldn't frighten the person in front of him any further. Although he was quite tall, he seemed rather timid, and he didn't know why he spoke so rudely.

After a brief moment of thought, the Haichang fan carefully considered his words and earnestly said, "Young man, you can't be too ambitious. It's not that hard to acknowledge the excellence of others."

ha? ?

The national youth team's number one was dumbfounded again. He pointed to himself and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a Haichang fan: "I know, I know. Young people your age always think they are the best. There's nothing wrong with that. I went through that phase before too. But that's not good. You have to change!"

The Haichang fans' attitude of "I'm doing this for your own good" really infuriated the national youth team's number one player.

"Uncle! Let me be frank with you, I'm a member of the national youth team, the starting point guard!!"

When he mentioned the word "starting lineup," the national youth team's number one player emphasized it, and then said with a smug look, "I'm here this time to scout players for the national youth team! That's why I said that they're not bad for high school players, but they're far behind me!"

At this point, the number one player from the national youth team glanced at Kise and Kagami, who were currently on the field, and silently added in his mind: Except for the two of them.

He glanced at Xiang Yang, who was standing outside the three-point line directing his teammates' movements, and thought resentfully: Forget about this one, I'm better!

He originally thought that he would receive the fan's admiring gaze after introducing himself, but who would have thought that the Haichang fan would chuckle and become even more kind, as if caring for a mentally challenged person, and say in a gentle tone: "Okay, okay, starting point guard, right? Then you have to call me to watch you play when you join the national team."

Something feels off.

The national youth team's number one player briefly lost his mind, then realized that this guy didn't believe it!

"Uncle! I'm not lying to you, I really am a member of the national youth team, and I'm a starter! The starting point guard!"

"Stop joking around, why are you making such a big deal out of this? That's enough."

The Haichang fan waved impatiently. He had only accidentally startled the other person and wanted to make up for what he felt guilty about, but he had no intention of playing house with this guy.

"Besides, even if you really were on the national youth team, why would you be in charge of scouting players?"

The national youth team's number one player's expression froze. Indeed, scouting players wasn't his job; he'd secured the position through a relative in a high-ranking position within the Basketball Association. Given the generally limited skill level of high school students, the Basketball Association didn't pay much attention to high school competitions, as evidenced by their performance in the semifinals. Therefore, the national youth team's number one player had obtained this task without much effort, and his purpose was quite clear…

"No, I'm just more interested in discovering talent..."

The words that the national youth team's number one player uttered after a long pause were not very convincing. Seeing that the uncle still looked unconvinced, the national youth team's number one player, eager to prove his identity, simply handed over the notebook in his hand.

"Look, look! I really am the starting point guard for the national youth team! And I really am here to scout players!"

Seeing the national youth team's number one player's serious expression, the uncle shook his head helplessly, took the notebook, and began to look through it.

At first, he seemed nonchalant, but the more you look at him, the more serious his expression becomes.

The number one player from the national youth team, standing to the side, glanced at the uncle's expression and felt a surge of smug satisfaction: See? You fool, hurry up and put on that adoring look and beg me for an autograph! Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I can even take a picture with you.

However, things did not go as the national youth team leader had hoped.

The uncle's solemn expression wasn't because he believed in his identity. He quickly stood up, threw the notebook into the arms of the national youth team's number one player, and turned to leave.

The national youth team's number one player hadn't even reacted yet, only vaguely hearing the uncle mutter "crazy person." He immediately understood that he was being treated as mentally ill.

National Youth Team No. 1:

There's nothing we can do; the national youth team's number one player can't just rush over, grab him, and repeat himself, can he? That would really confirm that he's mentally ill!

In the end, the frustrated national youth team's number one player could only open his notebook again and vent his frustration in the comments.

Number One, who was displaying his literary talent, did not notice that someone suddenly sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"Huh? You..."

A female voice interrupted the national youth team's actions. He turned his head and looked at her with some doubt: Could it be that the fans recognized me?

"Hello... Ah! Masako-nee??"

The national youth team's number one had just put on what he thought was an elegant smile when it was immediately shattered by Masako Araki in front of him.

As a former member of the Japanese women's national basketball team, Masako's name is naturally well-known in the national youth team.

Yako suppressed her surprise and nodded to the national youth team's number one as a greeting. She seemed to vaguely remember him, but what was his name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter. She had only come to sit down because she was tired of standing, and she didn't expect to run into an acquaintance.

The surprised national youth team number one accidentally dropped the notebook in his hand, which landed right at Yako's feet.

Out of politeness, Yako bent down to pick up the notebook, just about to hand it to the national youth team's number one player.

"No! Don't touch it! No, don't open it! No, that's not right either..."

The nervous expression on the national youth team's number one player's face made Yako pause slightly. She glanced suspiciously at the notebook in her hand and tentatively asked, "Is this a notebook used by the Basketball Association's scouts?"

The national youth team's number one player did not answer, but suddenly reached out to snatch the notebook away, only to have a katana pressed straight against his neck.

National Youth Team No. 1: ? ? ?

Not only the number one player, but also the spectators nearby were in an uproar, leaving their seats and moving to the side. Watching the game so peacefully, only to have an execution scene suddenly unfold next to you – anyone would be terrified.

"Don't move. I'm using the back of the blade, but if you don't die from this position, you'll be in the hospital."

Masako's cold voice reached Number One's ears, and cold sweat instantly poured down his back. Masako Araki was still the same as during the national team days; she would rather take action than talk. You should know that Masako's background was a yakuza family. She could easily kill someone and not even go to jail. This ruthless person really dared to cut him down!

With his life threatened, no matter how urgent the national youth team's number one player felt, he could only watch helplessly as Yako opened the notebook and began to read it word by word.

At first, Masako remained expressionless, but when she saw Xiangyang's comments, her pupils contracted on her calm face, and the katana pressed against No. 1's neck involuntarily went deeper. Fortunately, Masako used the back of the blade, otherwise, before the match was over, there would have been a pile of corpses in the audience.

"Is this your idea, or the Basketball Association's idea?"

Masako's tone was calm, but for some reason, the national youth team's number one player felt as if the air had frozen. He answered tremblingly and with a hint of ingratiation, "I was just following the procedure, Masako-nee. Nobody meant anything by it, really nobody..."

Masako frowned slightly, about to continue questioning, when the security personnel in the stadium arrived late, holding batons and looking at Masako warily.

"Don't be impulsive. Release the hostage. We can talk things out. The police are on their way. Even if you kill him, it won't help. Give up the futile resistance!"

Chapter 117 The Araki Family of the Underworld

On the day of the final match between Seirin and Kaijo

Not only was the battle on the field intense, but the stands were also full of highlights!

The onlookers exclaimed that it was worth the ticket price.

The stadium security personnel tried to persuade Masako to put down the knife while confronting her. However, their expressions were somewhat relaxed. After all, Masako looked like a frail woman. Apart from being pretty and holding a knife to someone's neck, she didn't have any other distinguishing features.

In addition, the police would arrive shortly, so their task was relatively easy, not even comparable to encountering a terrorist attack.

Of everyone present, only the number one player from the national youth team was truly devastated. Others might look down on Yako, but he knew all too well what kind of person she was. She might be even more of a murderer than a terrorist!

The only daughter of a top Japanese yakuza boss, aside from the chaebol, her status in Japan is practically equivalent to that of the emperor. Adding to this the rumors that circulated about her when she was still a national team player, the national youth team's number one has no doubt that Masako would dare to kill him right here and now.

What? Police??

Don't be ridiculous. The Japanese police are a joke; they're all useless cops. If Masako were to commit stabbing and end up in the police station, they'd not only have to treat her well, but they'd probably also help her suppress the situation.

On the field, the game continued, but Xiang Yang noticed the commotion in the stands. He glanced at it briefly, then froze on the spot, unable to look away.

What's going on? Why is Masako holding a knife to someone's neck? Wait, that person looks familiar, what's their name again...? No, this isn't the time to think about that!

Xiangyang shook his head and squinted to look again.

Masako was surrounded by security personnel, holding a katana to the neck of a very familiar-looking person.

Xiangyang pinched himself in disbelief: Am I dreaming?

Aside from movies, the only other way to witness this scene is probably in dreams, right?

Xiangyang's dazed expression was quickly noticed by the others on the field, who followed his gaze and also noticed the unusual activity in the audience.

Seeing this, the referee simply blew his whistle and called a timeout. He had been wanting to watch the drama unfold in the stands for a long time, but he hadn't been able to because of his professional ethics. Now that the players' attention was drawn to it, it was a good time to call a timeout and watch the drama unfold together!