A day later.
Yuuto followed the team to the competition venue again.
Today's opponent is equally strong.
In the simulation, relying on an iron-blooded defense, they caused quite a bit of trouble for Homi Academy.
In the audience seats.
The south stand was filled with the opponent's fans or students from the school.
They wore uniform black uniforms, holding empty bottles and banging them there to cheer for the team.
Before the game started, the geezer coach told Yuuto, "Be prepared. Although Waseda's coach is a bastard, he is definitely not a soft egg."
"Your test today is not only the game. Beware of their barbarism and rudeness."
Others were not clear yet, but Yuuto already had relevant memories in his mind.
He knew too well the gold content in the coach's words.
The game began.
The moment the referee tossed the ball, the cheers erupted instantly like a volcano.
Ota lost the jump ball.
The opponent attacked. The key player accelerated with the ball and shook off Sakurai Ryō.
Yuuto immediately helped defend. The moment the opponent gathered the ball to jump, he wove a large net with both hands to capture him.
Too easy.
Before having Death Coil, he could defend this guy's shooting percentage to 15 percentage points lower than normal. Now with Death Coil, this purple talent, it's hard for the opponent to score.
"Your shooting is as soft as the two pieces of meat on a woman's chest." Yuuto not only struck the opponent physically but also wouldn't let him off on the mental level.
The opponent instantly blushed, his anger almost written on his face.
Homi Academy's possession.
The opponent had obviously prepared. As soon as Yuuto received the ball, the defender stuck to him for confrontation.
In terms of what was shown in the first game.
Yuuto had long-range shooting ability, but not much; it was far less threatening than his penetration into the paint.
Result: The first attempt slapped Waseda's coach in the face.
Swish!
Yuuto took a step, stopped abruptly, and scored with a jump shot.
Yesterday, his mid-range ability was indeed barely usable, but that was the yesterday him.
After a year of tempering in the simulated world, his mid-range shot has significantly improved.
His current mid-range shot is not only usable but can also kill.
Waseda's people didn't change their strategy.
They couldn't change their meticulously prepared defensive tactics just because of one hit by Yuuto.
Maybe it was just an accident?
It wasn't until Yuuto continued to score with mid-range shots that Waseda's head coach felt something unusual.
Five minutes into the first quarter.
Yuuto started with the ball. With 80 points in speed attribute, he is faster than over 80% of players nationwide.
The guy matching up with him today wasn't slow, just a bit fragile.
Yuuto didn't forget to apply contact during the breakthrough. The opponent was squeezed and couldn't approach easily.
Seeing his teammate shaken off so easily, Waseda's power forward ambushing nearby immediately came up to help defend.
The result.
Yuuto didn't drive anymore. With a textbook shot, he threw the ball into the hoop for the fourth time.
The opponent instantly lost their calm.
In less than 5 minutes, Yuuto had scored 8 consecutive points, and all 4 attempts were mid-range shots.
Waseda's "invite the gentleman into the urn" (trap) tactic became a joke.
After passing the first line of defense, Yuuto didn't go inside at all.
This made the "ambush" carefully prepared by Waseda useless.
"Don't let him pass so easily! Apply contact! Don't play like a sissy!"
"We're not here to date them; this is a competition!"
Waseda's head coach shouted from the sidelines, reprimanding the players' defense.
He figured it out.
This player named Yuuto either hid his clumsiness (skills) in the last game, or the opponent didn't give him enough pressure.
Basketball technique.
It's not that kind of superficial movement; it requires a long time to accumulate.
Like mid-range shots and three-pointers, they all need a long time to stabilize the shooting percentage and be put into actual combat.
Even for professional-level players, under professional training, it takes at least a summer to make their mid-range shot threatening.
Except for that freak from Teiko.
Before this year's National Tournament started, there were rumors about Teiko.
They happily welcomed another basketball genius whose talent is not inferior to Aomine Daiki and others.
Named Kise Ryōta.
With heaven-defying learning ability, he broke into Teiko's first string in a short time.
That is Teiko's first string.
A super powerhouse with triple-digit basketball club members.
To put it bluntly, even a Teiko substitute could transform into a team regular or even a core player if they came to a countryside place like Tochigi Prefecture.
Fate is really unfair.
Teiko is already incredibly strong; why do geniuses keep gathering in their basketball club?
The game continued.
After Waseda's coach roared, Waseda's actions unsurprisingly became savage.
On the other side.
Tokyo.
Teiko Middle School.
Momoi Satsuki held a notebook in her hand, her beautiful eyes staring unblinkingly at the live game broadcast on TV.
As the team manager and intelligence gathering expert, she has a certain budget for her to go out and collect intelligence.
However.
Without special circumstances, she generally doesn't want to run all over the country.
Most of the time, she prefers to blow the air conditioner, drink milk tea, and watch games on TV.
Coincidentally.
What she was watching today was this match between Homi Academy and Waseda in Tochigi Prefecture.
As a dark horse.
Homi Academy ended the rule of the Tochigi Prefecture overlord last year, killing their way out of Tochigi Prefecture all the way.
Plus, most of the team's main force was retained, so their combat power this year will definitely be stronger.
"Was Yuuto-classmate's defense this good before?"
Momoi Satsuki flipped through her notes, searching for a long time before finding Yuuto's page.
She has most teams' core players in her notes.
She watched seriously for a while.
Finally concluded that Yuuto in the first game definitely didn't have such brilliant defensive ability.
He defended Waseda's internal scorer to 0 for 4 at the start.
"Mid-range shooting ability too, much higher than the last game. Is it just pure good touch?"
Satsuki wrinkled her nose. Too little data; she couldn't accurately deduce the result.
She also felt there was a high probability Yuuto hid his skills, but she wasn't particularly certain.
Because something happened in Teiko recently, making her involuntarily think in that direction.
Very suddenly.
After entering the second year, the talents of Teiko's starters suddenly exploded.
First was Aomine.
Last year he averaged 20+ points in the National Tournament. This year he suddenly broke through to 30+, followed by 40+ average points.
This is under the premise that teammates share his shot attempts.
If he was allowed to swing freely, his average points might rise to a terrifying 50+!
Just growing one year older, yet it was like he became a different person.
Unreasonable body balance, flexibility, and coordination allow Aomine to shoot from anywhere, in any posture.
Coupled with the unique playing style born from street basketball, Aomine's scoring suddenly became unstoppable.
Moreover.
The awakening of Aomine's talent was just the beginning.
Like lighting a fuse, he "ignited" the talents of teammates around him.
So.
Yuuto might also be such a person.
As age increases, the seal on him also begins to loosen.
This is possible!
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