[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

You are our captain.

"Go up, go up, Diguang!!"

Several boys sitting on the bench couldn't help standing up and shouting. Although the voice was not strong, it was no less than the cheering team of Kitazaki.

Akashi's broken ball was quickly snatched by Aomine, and the dark-skinned boy ran at the same speed as before, too fast for the eyes to catch.

"Go! Qingfeng!!"

"Huh? You guys are too naive, how could it be possible for you to break through?!"

Accompanied by Matsumoto's voice, Ishimoto blocked Aomine faster than anyone else.The dark-skinned boy stopped, and the aces of the two sides opened up the confrontation.

Akashi, Murasakihara, Haizaki, and Hiramatsu, the four of them marked the others one-on-one, leaving a large space for Aomine and Ishimoto.

Isolation...Use this tactic in this situation, that is to say, the decisive victory will be handed over to the ace.

The two teenagers confronting each other were like two beasts, desperately suppressing them, only waiting for the best opportunity to erupt.

Qingfeng slightly lowered his body, stepped back with his left foot, and then accelerated suddenly. The reaction was so fast that the opponent couldn't expect it.

Ishimoto was broken through, and Morishita who defended did not play a role.

"Go, Qingfeng!!"

"Wait, that's not right!!"

Accompanied by Momoi's exclamation, someone actually jumped at the same time as Aomine, and the two points he was about to get were snatched away.

"Ishimoto is a well-known small forward in the country. Needless to say, his scoring ability is not enough to defend." Matsumoto stared at Akashi and let out a vague laugh, "Aomine has good potential, but it is too early to want to confront Ishimoto. ah."

"Who are you talking about too early?"

Akashi chuckled lightly, his body didn't relax at all: "Don't mind, Aomine, do it again!"

The red-haired boy slowed down his dribbling speed and began to observe the situation on the field - Mukai, Morishita, and Ishimoto on the inside, and Matsumoto and Kamijou on the outside. The tight defense was almost flawless.

My breathing was a little short, and I felt that my thinking was almost in sync with the teenagers on the field.

What should I do?

How can we break through?

Akashi took two steps back, turned suddenly and passed the ball to Haizaki, who took the ball two steps away and passed it to Aomine again.

The duel between the aces begins for the second time.

"Yeah—it's these two people again!"

"But Kitazaki is definitely stronger, right?"

"Who knows, Di Guang's is also worth looking forward to."

The audience outside the arena were discussing a lot, but on the arena, the air was almost frozen.

Shi Ben frowned tightly, big drops of sweat slid down from his body, from his eyes, he didn't mean to relax in the slightest towards Qingfeng.On the other side, Qingfeng suddenly curled the corner of his mouth.

"Our managers over there seem to have fought for us. I have no intention of losing to you!"

With sudden acceleration, Aomine was like a whirlwind...to the left, to the right...to break through, and Kamijou, who came up to defend, was also easily broken through, and there was no one under the basket to stop him.

no, no...

This is... the same situation as before...

"Wait a minute, Aomine-kun!!"

As if responding to a childhood sweetheart, Qingfeng, who had already taken off, turned around at a tricky angle, retreated, and then shot.

Ishimoto, who fell back to the ground, looked at Aomine in disbelief... No, not just him, everyone in Kitazaki was shocked.

"A chess player must understand everything about chess pieces. A real strong player never knows just control. Matsumoto, you have never understood these things."

Akashi looked at the narrowing scoreboard on the scoreboard with haughty eyes, and finally smiled at Matsumoto: "You guys can't win."

"Bang - rub -"

"Back to defense!"

"Replenishment!"

Such a voice reverberated in the venue. The actions of the teenagers were dizzying. After playing with all their strength for so long, everyone's physical strength should be close to exhaustion, but the rhythm of the game did not slow down at all.

92-85,95-87,101-96……109-103

Watching the timer, with only 2 minutes left, I raised my hand to the referee's seat.

"Diguang asked for a replacement!"

Momoi lowered his head and tightly wrapped the bandage on Midorima's foot: "Okay, it should be fine in the next 2 minutes, little green fight!!"

"Don't say such embarrassing things, Momoi."

Midorima untied the bandage wrapped around his hand, deliberately said something unkind, but the hand pushing the glasses seemed to deliberately conceal some expression.He stood up, patted Ping Song who had just come off the field, and stood together with the teenagers in white jerseys.

"Yo, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hmph, let's quickly catch up with the score before saying this."

After a few ingenious passes, the ball reached Midorima. The boy standing outside the three-point line was as elegant as before. The ball stably crossed a parabola and fell into the basket, which immediately attracted applause from the audience.

"It's so beautiful!!"

"Oh!! Diguang's three-pointer, the strength still hasn't diminished!!"

The hand that was pressing on my left hand relaxed a little, and Momoi breathed a sigh of relief.

This three-pointer has already played a role in deterring the opponent. Next, just wait for the final lore.

Even though Midorima was replaced again, Teiko's attack could not relax much, the opponent was like a monster exhausted, the pressure was so strong that even those of us sitting outside could not breathe.Every time one side scores a goal, the other side quickly presses up. The score has been around 5 points and cannot be reduced, and time is running out.

Also... the tactics seem to be somewhat ineffective.

Midorima, who only shot a three-pointer, passed the ball the next time, and the opponent already showed doubts... Will it fail?Will Midorima be injured again like before?

The ball is passed to Midorima.

"Oops...the passing lanes are all blocked!" Ping Song began to exclaim.

"Are you trying to test Xiaolu?"

"Time is running out!"

Glancing at the timer, there was less than 1 minute left.

6 points to go...

Midorima raised her arms in a familiar posture, and her feet jumped up along with it.

"Little green!"

"Green room!"

The voice of calling out the name was already a little hoarse, but it failed to change the course of the ball. A beautiful arc was drawn, and the basketball entered the basket steadily.

With the cheers of the audience, only we understand that Midorima can no longer shoot three-pointers.

"What are you doing in a daze? Get back on defense!"

Akashi's steady and powerful voice woke up everyone who was stunned in place. The red-haired boy himself had already run to the other end of the court first, ready to return to defense.

"Momoi-san," I couldn't help but hold Momoi's hand, "I think we still have hope."

33 seconds left.

The point difference is 3 points.

Bei Qi's offensive rhythm is not as fast as before. It should be deliberately delaying time and playing more steadily than before.Matsumoto passed the ball to Mukai, and after being blocked by Murasakihara, he did not force a breakthrough but passed it back once. After the ball path was sorted out, Ishimoto broke through.

"Bad..."

The sound of my exclamation stuck in my throat, and the next second, I couldn't help standing up directly.

Akashita, he bumped into him with his whole body!

"Black 7 fouled! Two free throws!"

Following the referee's voice, Akashi's plan suddenly became clear, Momoi and I looked at each other, and called a timeout to the referee's seat.

Without time to rest, Akashi briefly explained the tactics: "I won't make the second shot, Aomine, Murasakihara, Haizaki, don't miss the rebound."

"What about after that? The other party can see this kind of intention, right? We don't have the energy to play overtime, and it must be a three-pointer..."

Momoi stopped after speaking, and looked at Midorima suspiciously.

"What are you thinking, Momoi, the three-pointer is naturally up to me..."

"Don't be kidding, Midori, you can't vote anymore, right?"

"What are you talking about, Qingfeng? How could I..."

"Shut up!" Akashi snorted softly to stop their argument, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Who said there's no way?"

The whistle for the timeout was blown at this moment, and Akashi's voice, which was almost lost in the whistle, made all of us stare wide-eyed.

However, there is only this way.

We can only... no, we trust Akashi.

As far as I can remember, the timer stopped at 17 seconds.

17 seconds, no matter how you look at it, it is pitifully short, but at that time, it was terribly long.

After Aomine grabbed the rebound, he immediately passed it to Midorima, and on Midorima's side, Mukai's defense was unbelievably fast.

Judging by the strength of a center like Mukai, Midorima's three-pointer will definitely be blocked.

The green-haired boy's expression didn't change at all, he was so calm that he couldn't blow it away, he raised his arms slightly, his feet took off with the movement of his arms, and Mukai also took off at the same time and got ready to block the shot.

Diguang will lose...

That's the way to lose...

No, not right.

As if mocking the audience's thoughts, Midorima suddenly withdrew his hand and passed the ball, and on the other side, also standing outside the three-point line, was Akashi.

The red-haired boy with a mocking expression raised his arms gracefully as if saying "who said I can't shoot a three-pointer".

boom--

A sharp whistle sounded almost at the same time, and the ball fell steadily into the basket.

The exhausted boys on the court collapsed to the ground almost at the same time, and we stood up at the same time off the court, tears were almost uncontrollable.

--Won.

——This is a victory that belongs to Diguang and belongs to us.

18 will be a happy experience

The author has something to say: This chapter begins with a few chapters of daily life, I worked so hard to write the game OTZ

The stalk of hot spring basketball comes from my good friend A Cancan. By the way, I don’t lose my morals at all