The referee stands in the center circle with a basketball in his mouth, biting the whistle in his mouth, and just waiting for the whistle to blow, and the countdown to the first quarter will start to change.

Ai Kitagawa stood in front of the coach's bench with his hands crossed over his chest, his eyes glued to the field.

Because of the glory of last year's victory, several teenagers in their current class have gradually been called the miracle generation by some sports reporters, meaning that the geniuses who have not been seen for decades have gathered together, and they happen to be in the same school and club.

And taking advantage of this shareholder wind, Beichuan gave an order to the candidates of the First Army.

The first battle of the second grade must be fought beautifully.

Jumping the ball in the middle circle, Ziyuan still relied on his height advantage in the crowd of junior high school students, grabbed the ball, and slapped the ball into the hand of Qingfeng, who was just able to aim at the corner of his eye.

Aomine gets the ball, which means that the Diguang team attacks first. He carried the ball through the half, and just as he reached the top of the arc, he met a brown-haired man with a number 8 opposite.

Aomine, who was holding the ball, wanted to feint directly, but the brown hair No. 8 was too tightly glued, which made him a little disgusted. He raised his eyes to the left and right, and his gaze fixed to the left, and Brown-haired No. 8 also moved to the left according to the position where Aomine was moving, but Aomine's ball was not passed from the left, but from the right hand side to Ashigasaki, who was standing at the top of the arc on the right.

After Ash got the ball, he immediately dribbled to the free throw line, and met the opponent's center No. 13 outside the penalty area, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile, revealing a bad smile, gently licked Yin Hong's lips, and his body slammed forward, Center No. 13 subconsciously took a step back, and when he wanted to reach out to grab the ball, he found that Ashizaki handed the ball from behind his hand to Aomine, who didn't know the right way to get rid of the defense.

With an excited smile on his face when he got the ball, Aomine dodged the chase from the right side of the free-throw line with Ashizaki's cover, dribbled to the left side of the back, bypassed an opponent and burst into the three-second zone, and threw a shot from his back up.

He frowned slightly when he made a move.

2:0, Diguang scored.

A light smile appeared on Kitagawa Ai's face, not only because of the score just now, but also because of the rare tacit understanding between Aomine and Ashisaki, and the cooperation battle was too beautiful.

But then, her smile suddenly froze, and she looked at the brown-haired No. 8 who was defending Qingfeng, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Aomine landed and took a few steps back, looking down at No. 8 behind him who wanted to steal the ball from behind him just before he made a move, and his face was not very happy.

"Hey, are you sticking too close?"

The beast's instinct told him that something was wrong, so he asked directly.

Brown-haired No. 8 showed an innocent expression, as if he didn't know what Aomine was talking about: "Isn't defense like this?" Do you want me to stay a meter away from you to defend? ”

Aomine snorted, not going to bother with the No. 8 who gave him a strange feeling, and ran around.

The ball is now attached to the empty seat, and the ball is held by a black-haired boy with the number four on his back, apparently the captain of the empty seat attached to the middle school.

He also advanced with the ball, attacked the halfcourt, saw the defending Ashaki, and immediately passed the ball to his own brown hair No. 8, brown hair No. 8 did not dribble after getting the ball, but looked at the surrounding Qingfeng, passed the ball again, and gave the center No. 13, after winning the ball, No. 13 rushed into the three-point line from the left, and when he met the expression of Ziyuan's high collar, he transferred the brown No. 8 near the free throw line on the right side.

When the brown-haired No. 8 got the ball, the center No. 13 drilled behind Ziyuan, trying to push the person out with his back, and by the way, he took the best rebounding position.

No. 8 stood on the right side of the free throw line and shot, the ball spun around the frame and didn't go in, and both sides were grabbing rebounds when it fell out.

I don't know when Ash Saki, who broke into the 3-second zone, also jumped up and was ready to grab the rebound, but found that the center No. 13, who had more advantages, reached out to grab the ball first, and when he fell, his elbow slammed towards him, he was shocked into a cold sweat, and his head subconsciously dodged to the right, and when No. 13 landed and was about to attack again, he was robbed of the basketball by a block by Zihara, and because of the dodging of the loss of balance, Ashizaki was not very stable when he landed, and sat directly on the ground, making a loud sound.

Aomine ran to the opponent's frame after grabbing the ball in Shihara, ready to grab the rebound directly if he missed the shot.

Akaji, who borrowed the pass from Purple Plains, stared at the opponent's No. 13 with those dark red eyes, and stretched out his arm to pass to Midorima, who was three points away.

5:0, less than 2 minutes after the game started, Diguang had already scored for the second time.

Ziyuan stretched out his hand and pulled up the ash that fell to the ground, and his lazy voice was obviously disdainful, but there was not much malice: "Little gray boy, you are not in a good state today." ”

Ash Qi stood up straight, patted his buttocks, stretched his limbs and said, "No matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than you." ”

Ziyuan condescendingly glanced at Ashaki: "If you say that again, I'll crush you, Ai-chan said that you were going to fight beautifully today, but you fell first as soon as you got on the field." ”

"Didn't you see that No. 13 wanted to elbow me just now, and if I didn't dodge, I would have been hit in the face." Ash Saki frowned unhappily, if it weren't for the circumstances, he really wanted to take a sip at that 13.

Akaji looked at the gray saki who came over and glanced at him lightly: "It's good if you're not injured, calm down." ”

Ash Saki frowned irritably, but he didn't refute his words much, but for some reason, his eyes glanced out of the field, wanting to see what the supervisory assistant had discovered.

Beichuan Ai, who was in front of the coach's seat, stared at No. 13 of the empty seat attached to the middle school, and the referee didn't see the action just now, but Beichuan, who was standing on the other side of his action, saw it clearly. How did No. 13 defend, how he pushed Ziyuan through the blind corner of his sight, and how he suddenly retreated his elbow when he grabbed the rebound.

These movements, which seemed to be attached to danger signs, fell into her eyes one by one, giving her a few bad premonitions in her heart.

As if to correspond to her hunch, in the next few minutes, although the score was rising alternately, there were too many actions to make a bad defense through the referee's blind spot, and she was irritated to watch.

"Ahh I was very happy when I first played. ”

Huang Se, who was sitting on the bench, asked incomprehensibly, his line of sight at his own ball frame was just blocked by Beichuan, so he didn't see anything, but because Kuroko, who often observes humans, found something wrong, he looked up at Beichuan and knew that she had also found it, and the hand holding her fist was clenched tighter.

"The opposing player is fouling defensively, but the referee didn't see it, Ashizaki-kun and Aomine-kun have been accidentally bumped several times, and so is Shihara-kun."

Someone next to him suddenly spoke, and Huang Se suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head to look at Kuroko with a smile: "Little Heizi, don't always come out suddenly to be scary, your heartbeat will be unbearable." ”

"I've been here for a long time." I don't know if it's because of seeing the opponent's violent basketball, Kuroko's tone and expression are also stern.

Huang Se turned his head to look at the arena and savored what Kuroko had just said.

"Look at the 13th and 8th to find out."

The court is changing rapidly, and the three-second zone is the place where defense and counterattack occur most frequently, and there are even many people who commit fouls in this densely populated place, some are too obvious, and are found and punished by the referee, and some are assisted by teammates to block the referee's sight, and the foul is successful and causes injuries to the opponent's players.

The referee only has a pair of eyes, he doesn't want to be able to pay attention to the whole stadium like a camera, and he is absolutely in the 40 minutes of the game, and no one can disobey the referee's decision.

After being forced by Kitagawa to memorize the rules of basketball, Huang Se was naturally able to understand this, and he eradicated Kuroko's prompts and fixed his gaze between No. 13 and No. 8. When you focus on one person's movements, you can quickly spot that something is wrong with them. Huang Se also clearly saw the rudeness of the No. 13 and No. 8 defensive moves, and several times it seemed that he was going to hit his players directly in the face, arms, and chest.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but clench his fists angrily.

With 4 minutes and 32 seconds left, the score remained at 32:29, and Diguang took the lead.

Aomine, who borrowed Midorima's pass, once again showed the advantages of his American street basketball, casually and unrestrained breakthrough movements, every frame and every second as if he could be arranged into a poster, muscle changes, and the action of controlling the ball at will can simply hit ten points.

He rushed into the three-second zone, carried the defense with his back to play, turned his hand to hook his hand, and got the ball in hand!

"Tsk, that's annoying."

A voice came into Kitagawa Ai's ears.

She looked up at No. 4, who was standing near the midline with her back to her, and frowned slightly.

"Cheer up, you can also counterattack!"

No. 4 raised his hand and patted it, and his players seemed to have received the spirit he transmitted, and the slightly tired mental state went up, and the defense was more rigorous.

But Kitagawa Ai didn't know why, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

The accident occurred with 2 minutes left in the first quarter.

Aomine broke through from the left side with the ball, accelerated straight to the basket, and when he was about to shoot, he somehow didn't hold it steady and was cut off by the brown-haired No. 8, and the gray saki who grabbed the ball flashed the No. 13 in front of him to shoot.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Kitagawa Ai seems to have heard a clear snap of his fingers at that moment.

Meanwhile, No. 13 approached Ashizaki and wanted to block from behind.

No. 4 in the middle of the empty seat also rushed over from the middle line in order to play coordination, which happened to block the referee's view.

Gray Akira was caught between center No. 13 and Brown No. 8 when he jumped, and he was annoyed by staring too closely, but he also knew that he had to score steadily.

After all, after tasting the nutrient juice provided by Ai Kitagawa once, I don't want to try that terrible earthy taste again.

The moment Ashizaki jumped, No. 13's chest just touched his right shoulder, and he knew the ball was going to slip when he shot.

He was unwilling to want to grab the ball again, but behind his left knee it was like someone was holding it up, and his right foot was suddenly stepped on when he wanted to move.

No. 13, who grabbed the rebound, withdrew his hand and slammed his elbow into his chest.

"Bump!"