Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 215 - 187: July Athletic Festival (4)_3

Chapter 215: Chapter 187: July Athletic Festival (4)_3

Ayaka Rie: "After all, Uesugi hasn’t practiced basketball, but he’s pretty good at Kyudo."

At the back, Tsubokawa Takahiro, who was sitting with Goto, adjusted his reflective glasses, snorted twice, and said:

"That’s because you haven’t seen Uesugi shoot; his shooting is downright inhuman."

Goto Iwao nodded like a pecking chicken, "Exactly, exactly."

....

Not much time for the teammates to buffer, after Hoshin International Academy scored, our team’s passing resumed.

International goodwill ambassador Chiyo Uemon passed the basketball to Ookubo Fumataro.

— His physique and skill make him the best penetrator in the entire team.

Hoshin International Academy’s members knew this speed well and quickly returned to defend their own basket.

The "2-3" formation was employed to strengthen defense under the basket and along the baseline.

The other three members of Kamigoe quickly positioned themselves to restrict the opponent’s movement.

Seeing the tight defense of Hoshin International Academy’s team, Ookubo Fumataro couldn’t help but frown while dribbling.

— This lineup is much more formidable than those of their previous opponents in practice games.

Against a 2-3 formation, attacking from the flank is the best starting point, but the opponent certainly knows this.

Under this premise, attacking from the flank again might result in their preemptive repositioning, making penetration difficult and breaking through the defensive line challenging.

Getting blocked is an inevitable event.

Our team’s small forward and center can’t restrain them for too long, and shooting guard Uesugi isn’t very reliable...

If that’s the case, then I’ll have to count on myself... next, I can attack from...

"Pass me the ball."

Ookubo Fumataro turned sideways, glancing at Uesugi Sakura in jersey number 5.

"Are you sure?"

It’s not that he was unwilling to trust, but from all the previous signs, including his movements while following the teammates, it was evident that Uesugi was indeed a newcomer.

Even Hoshin’s defense on him had therefore weakened significantly.

This was just the first round.

Thus, it was evident how flexible Hoshin’s side was with their formations and strategies, almost every game showing the tacit understanding developed with teammates.

"Pass me the ball, or we’ll end up fouling again." Uesugi Sakura said again to Ookubo Fumataro.

Ookubo Fumataro, with a sturdy build, tilted his head and asked him, "You... really okay with this?"

"No problem."

The referee outside was already frowning; if the ball wasn’t passed soon, there would be a penalty again.

Without much time to think, Ookubo Fumataro made a decisive throw to him.

At the same time, he flashed a big-guy smile, "Remember to dribble and run."

Then he joined the offense and defense on the half-court.

Under the gaze of the students in the gym, Uesugi Sakura started dribbling the basketball toward the ground.

Bounce... bounce... bounce...

The sound was crisp and clean.

Speaking of dribbling, positioning, stealing... Uesugi Sakura knew nothing about any of these.

He didn’t even know what that circle in the middle of the basketball court was called.

The opponent’s muscular physique, in the previous sprint, had almost crashed into his face.

Chasing the ball, yet unable to touch it, was utterly exhausting.

The sound of basketball abruptly stopped, but the heated discussions in the gym did not cease; most were anticipating how this man, who nearly committed a holding foul just by holding the ball, would break through the opponent’s seemingly insurmountable defense.

"Sigh."

Holding the ball with both hands, Uesugi Sakura sighed, crossed the half-court, and looked far into the distance at the basket.

Both arms, in an elegant posture, gradually raised:

"I truly can’t bring myself to like basketball as a sport."