Slam Dunk: I'm the Glasses Brother

"I'm coming, Mumu" Akagi, the center of the White Team, looked at his friend with a fighting look on his face

"Let me see how strong you are." The Red Team's point guard Mu Mu looked calm. Of course. Although Mu Mu had never played in a formal professional league in his previous life, he had played in many large and small games. Besides, this was just a game between middle school students. What a big deal.

The two sides jumped the ball. As expected, Akagi won the ball. Akagi's team attacked. The point guard came to the frontcourt. Mu Mu did not choose to press the ball because he wanted to see how strong Akagi was. Sure enough, the guard passed the ball directly to Akagi. Akagi took the ball with his back to the basket. He shook to the left and suddenly turned to the right to cut in and shot and scored!

"That's good, Akagi. You can turn around and cut in, and you didn't lose the ball. Not bad, not bad." Mugure applauded.

"Come on, Mumu, let me see how strong you are." Akagi returned to the basket and took a defensive stance.

"Give me the ball, I'll organize the attack" Mu Mu gestured for the ball

"Kumuro?" Wu Dai, who was the point guard (the captain of the movie version of Tsukuba Takeshi), was stunned. He knew Kogure. His shooting level was not bad, but other aspects were a mess. But three months ago, he seemed to have got it, and he improved a lot after practice. And his temperament was different from before. "Okay. I'll leave it to you. Let me see how you attack." Wu Dai passed the ball to Kogure. Kogure dribbled the ball and said, "Let's score one."

"It's not that easy." Akagi guarded the basket like an iron tower.

Snap... Snap... Snap...Mu Mu walked in slowly with small steps. The opponent's point guard lowered his body and stared at the basketball in Mu Mu's hand, moving his feet in the rhythm of Mu Mu.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Suddenly, Mu Mu increased the pace of his dribbling, took a quick step to the right, and slapped the basketball with his right hand. At the same time, his head and body shook violently to the side.

The rapid movement made the guard stunned, but his body instinctively made him lean to one side, trying to keep up with Mu Mu's footsteps. However, at the moment the guard's body leaned, Mu Mu pulled the basketball in front of him, handed it to his left hand like lightning, rushed to the left with the ball, and broke through the guard's left side like a gust of wind.

"Oh no! I didn't expect Murasaki's dribbling has improved so much. He has already made it to the basket." Akagi rushed to make up for the defense, but as soon as Akagi rushed over, he found that the ball was no longer in Murasaki's hands. It turned out that the ball was in the hands of Murasaki's center under the basket. How could Murasaki's center miss such a wide-open shot? A rebound score

"Huh, I didn't expect it was a pass." Although he was scored, Akagi was not convinced. When he got the ball, the players knew Akagi's strength and immediately double-teamed him. Facing the double-team, Akagi forced a shot. In the end, it didn't go in, and the rebound was grabbed by the Murasaki team.

"Pass" Mugure immediately ran, and the team's players immediately made a long pass, and Mugure got the ball.

"Stop him!" Akagi yelled, and instantly, the white players immediately returned to defense.

The guard of the Akagi team galloped at full speed, relying on his own speed to overtake Mumu. He did catch up with Mumu and blocked Mumu's path. But Mumu just paused slightly, and a simple behind-the-back dribble passed the guard's defense, but the other player of the opponent had already returned to defense, but he felt a chill in his crotch. It turned out that Mumu passed the ball from his crotch, passed the defense, and then lightly picked the basketball into the basket!

"I didn't expect that Murasakibara's skills are much better than before." The coach off the court opened his mouth wide.

"Kuromuro, good job. I didn't expect you to improve so quickly." Wu Dai went over and high-fived Kouromuro.

"It's just a goal, no big deal." Akagi was also stimulated by his friend's performance. This time, Akagi faced two people and scored a goal.

However, then Murasakibara broke through again, facing Akagi's defense, he deceived Akagi with a fake pass and scored a layup.

But after Akagi received the ball, he took a step forward, dribbled the ball high above his head, and scored a dunk!

"Akagi has made great progress," Kitamura's coach Yoneda Kyobe stroked his chin, "It seems that in this year's county competition, our Kitamura Junior High School will be the dark horse, and it is possible that we can even win the championship." Thinking of this, Yoneda Kyobe stopped the game, "Today's game ends here."

"Akagi, Mugure-san, you are stronger than the other team members, so this practice match is meaningless. Do you know the barrel principle?" Yoneda continued to explain, "If you want a barrel to be full of water, every board must be flat and intact. If one of the boards is uneven or there is a hole under a board, the barrel cannot be full of water. How much water a barrel can hold does not depend on the longest board, but on the shortest board. It can also be called the short board effect. A common problem that any organization may face is that the various parts that make up the organization are often uneven in quality, and the inferior parts often determine the level of the entire organization. So although you two can beat some teams, when it comes to important games, it is not enough for you two. Therefore, other players must practice more."

Mu Mu nodded. Indeed, as for Kitamura Middle School, the students here did not have much strength. Apart from Akagi, there was no one who could stand up to the standard. Their defense was loose, and their mental and physical qualities were far inferior to those of the strong teams. No wonder they could not even make it through the first round.

"We now have Akagi and Muguro. We can say that this is the strongest Kitamura Middle School in history. Do you want to become one of the best in the history of Kitamura Middle School? Then hurry up and practice."

"Yes! Coach!" The loud voice echoed throughout the gymnasium.