NBA skills: Dominating the black basketball

The whole campus was shrouded in silence at night, but an office in Teiko Junior High School was still brightly lit.

"It feels like it's over." Sanada Naoto stood straight in front of Shirogane Kozo like a pine tree, and said calmly.

"Well, yes!" Shirogane Kozo nodded slightly, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face, and he slowly leaned back in his chair, as if he wanted to relax his tense nerves.

Sanada Naoto continued: "Although Nijimura and the others are about to retire, this is not something to worry about. After all, as long as they, known as the Miracle Generation, remain in the team, there won't be too many problems."

At this point, the corners of his mouth finally rose slightly, revealing a rare smile. On weekdays, he always had a stern face and a serious look.

However, Shirokane Kozo's voice suddenly came: "It's hard to say!" This made Sanada Naoto slightly stunned.

Then, Shirokane Kozo leaned his head against the window, looked into the distance, and said solemnly: "I am very worried. Their strength is too strong. To integrate such a team, we must go all out and do a good job of supporting!"

After speaking, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and his face looked a little pale.

"Then there is no need to worry, as long as you are here..." Sanada Naoto showed a smile on his face, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a dull sound.

Bang——

The sound was like a heavy object falling to the ground. Sanada Naoto's heart tightened, and he turned his head quickly to see that Shirokane Kozo had fallen to the ground!

"Coach!" Sanada Naoto was shocked and rushed forward to check the situation.

Shirokane Kozo's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, as if he had lost consciousness. Sanada Naoto suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call the emergency number.

"Hello? This is Teikou Junior High School. Someone has fainted. Please send an ambulance as soon as possible!" Sanada Naoto shouted hoarsely.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Sanada Naoto was anxious. Finally, the ambulance arrived at the scene, and the medical staff quickly lifted Shirokane Kozo into the car and sent him to a nearby hospital.

......

"It's not life-threatening, but unfortunately, he can't come back to coach." During the training the next day, Sanada Naoto immediately called the members of the first army and quickly announced the news to everyone. After hearing this, everyone's face changed, and they all showed worried expressions.

"Therefore, from today on, I will take over the coaching position. Tomorrow we will continue training according to the plan we made before. Is there any problem?" The players of the first team had to temporarily put aside their worries, nodded in agreement, and then continued to devote themselves to training.

During the training, Qingfeng passed the ball to Murasakihara, and Murasakihara, who was standing in the paint area, was immediately attacked by two opponents.

According to common sense, Murasakihara should pass the ball to Akashi next to him at this time, because Akashi had already stood beside him waiting to receive the ball.

However, Murasakihara just glanced at Akashi and did not intend to pass the ball. Instead, he chose to jump and instantly generated a strong whirlwind.

Bang! The two players who were attacking were knocked to the ground by Murasakihara, and the basketball was easily stuffed into the basket by him!

The audience on the court were all surprised, and the members of the Miracle Generation began to quickly return to defense.

Akashi followed closely behind Murasakibara, with an extremely serious expression on his face: "It's good that the ball went in, but there were two people staring at you just now. In that case, it would be wiser to pass the ball back to me."

"Oh? Really? It doesn't matter, the ball went in anyway." Murasakibara answered nonchalantly, seemingly not paying attention to Akashi's suggestion. His disdainful expression made Akashi frown.

Akashi stared at Murasakibara closely, with a hint of anger and a little bit of helplessness in his eyes.

Mayu, who was off the court, felt worried. As a keen observer, she had long noticed the changes in Murasakibara.

"Mr. Murasakibara, he's so powerful that he seems to have become a different person." Mayu thought to herself, "Just like Aomine-san... However, it is precisely because of this that I am afraid of this rapid growth."

Mayu's eyes moved away from Murasakibara and fell on Shirazawa. To be precise, she just glanced at Murasakibara just now, and the rest of the time she spent all her time paying attention to Shirazawa.

At this moment, May's eyes

Full of worry and uneasiness, a trace of fear rose in my heart. "Aze, will you become like this too?"

And Bai Ze on the court seemed to feel May's gaze, turned his head and gave May a reassuring smile, as if he understood May's thoughts.

May was also relieved at this time, she believed that her Aze would not become like this!

After the training, Huang Lai walked to Murasakihara's side with excitement, "Little Murasakihara, that ball just now was very powerful!"

"Oh, really, I always feel that...power is constantly emerging, once I get serious, I might crush my teammates!" Murasakihara took the potato chips out of the locker room with a calm expression, stretched out his right hand and clenched it.

Bai Ze on the side was staring closely, he knew that Murasakihara had also begun to blossom, but he also began to have a plan in his mind.

At night, the lights in the gym were bright, and Midorima stood three steps away from the three-point line, still practicing shooting.

He was fully focused, his eyes were firm, and the basketball in his hand was like a precise weapon, hitting the target again and again, and the ball went into the net, as if it was an instinct.

With each successful shot, Midorima turned to get the ball, but this time he suddenly stopped and stared at the basket on the opposite side. A bright light flashed in his eyes, as if he saw some possibility.

"If it's from this distance..." Midorima whispered to himself, with an impulse and curiosity in his heart.

Midorima held the basketball tightly with both hands, bent his knees slightly, and then jumped up suddenly, raising the basketball high above his head. His fingers controlled the basketball strongly, holding it steadily in his palm. He adjusted his breathing and focused on the upcoming shooting moment.

His arms swung with strength and rhythm. The wrist was slightly bent, and then quickly pressed down, sending the basketball with his fingertips. The basketball drew a high arc in the air, as if it was going to cross the entire court.

"Shua!" A crisp sound rang out, and the basketball went into the net perfectly without any hindrance. Midorima's eyes widened, unable to believe the feat he had just accomplished. He stared blankly at the basket, the shot just now echoing in his mind.

Outside the door, Naoto Sanada was watching everything in the gym with a serious expression, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.