"Kasamatsu-senpai won't get beaten to tears, will he?" At Kaijo's basketball club, Kise and his group were all covering their mouths and snickering.
They weren't unfamiliar with the college representative team members.
Most came from former high school powerhouses.
They were Kasamatsu Yukio, Imayoshi Shoichi, Miyaji Kiyoshi, Okamura Kenichi, and a player called Hayama—a former Rakuzan regular.
In other words, this selected representative team had deep connections with high school basketball.
They were many people's old teammates and former seniors.
'The fourth season finally arrived—I waited until my flowers withered.'
'Speaking of which, Seirin already lost. What's the purpose of the fourth season? To deal with Kirisaki Daiichi?'
'You obviously didn't watch the preview. The fourth season's opponents seem to be an American team.'
'Really? Japan? Fighting America?'
'It's anime, man. Next door, those Japanese high schoolers save the earth all the time.'
'Plus they start harems at fifteen, legally and illegally sweeping them all up.'
'True, I just finished watching the new Captain Tsubasa. Tsubasa's god-level footwork—I can't learn it. Even Cristiano would cry seeing it.'
Audiences had long been waiting in front of computer or phone screens.
Different from the original, what was supposed to be a movie version had been produced as a fourth season for broadcast.
However, unlike before, this season's content wasn't enough to make 24 episodes, so they had to add additional content.
'Hey hey hey, what's with that billboard? Is that Tendou?!'
'You just noticed? I saw it immediately.'
'I checked the fourth season's background info—Tendou seems to have gone into acting and become a celebrity!'
'Really, the setting is "star among stars"—absolutely incredible!'
'Holy crap, worthy of being my king. What a freaking talent, always coming up with fresh surprises for me. Hahahaha...'
'Oh, it's Kagami and the others, plus Aomine, the golden retriever, Akashi, Murasakibara, Midorima—long time no see everyone.'
As familiar characters appeared on screen, audiences frantically typed bullet comments to "greet" them.
They also learned some information about the Jabberwock team from these characters' dialogue.
When the camera showed Kirisaki Daiichi's basketball club, Tendou was leading the bad boy squad in a beach BBQ, each holding a large watermelon.
Like everyone else, they were watching the game before them.
'Pfft, why is your art style different from everyone else's?!'
'Everyone else is training, but you guys are on vacation?!'
'First hot pot, now BBQ—enough already!'
'This basketball club is beyond saving!'
The audience was all amused by these Kirisaki Daiichi guys.
Especially seeing several people synchronously spooning watermelon into their mouths, everyone suddenly found these big villains somewhat cute.
"Oh, so it's these familiar faces?"
Furuhashi Kojiro's eyes lit up seeing the college representative team members.
"Kaijo, Rakuzan, Shutoku, Too, Yosen—they're all from these teams. Why isn't anyone from our Kirisaki Daiichi?" asked Yamazaki Hiroshi.
Haizaki answered while mocking Hanamiya Makoto: "Because our graduated seniors were useless."
The bad boy's face immediately darkened. This indirect insult was too direct—it made him want to fight.
The game quickly began.
Even though it was produced as a 12-episode anime, the plot didn't change.
The college representative team, which had high hopes placed on them, suffered merciless slaughter by the Jabberwock team.
The gap in skill level was so obvious that even casual viewers who never watched basketball could tell both sides weren't on the same level.
At first, the college representative team could still score through teamwork.
But when the Jabberwock team started taking it slightly seriously, the college team was immediately beaten to pieces.
This defeat was shocking.
Throughout the entire game, Jabberwock never used any team coordination to play.
They simply used individual ability to crush their opponents.
Very simply, they annihilated their opponents in one-on-one matchups.
Of course, if it were just losing, they wouldn't be this angry.
But this obviously wasn't normal losing...
Throughout the entire game, the Jabberwock players used their flashy street basketball to brutally beat—or rather, humiliate—Kasamatsu and the others.
The various basketball clubs that had been enthusiastic moments ago all had their expressions turn somber.
Especially after the game, when faced with Kasamatsu Yukio's gentlemanly handshake, Nash responded by spitting in the former Kaijo captain's face—a mouthful comparable to that kid from "Sesame Official."
Instantly, Kaijo's basketball club fell completely silent, glaring angrily at the Jabberwock team members on screen.
"Is this also part of street basketball? Aomine!" Wakamatsu Kosuke suppressed his anger.
He greatly admired Imayoshi Shoichi.
Although to others, Imayoshi Shoichi was just a scheming guy with squinty eyes, to basketball club teammates, he was a reliable senior.
"Yeah, in the street basketball world, provoking opponents is very common."
"Rather, defeating opponents with gorgeous techniques while taunting is considered very cool behavior."
There was always a "but."
Aomine spoke with a dark expression: "Playing from start to finish isn't just simple provocation—they simply look down on us."
What words would describe it best?
Aomine finally found these two words among his limited vocabulary.
The Jabberwock players had never concealed their arrogance and malice from beginning to end.
This was the final score of this exhibition game—the college representative team was massacred by 80 points.
But Jabberwock's arrogance didn't stop there.
When the excited host ran to Nash for an interview, the Jabberwock captain made another outrageous statement.
"Feelings? Today's game really made me feel that you people truly make me feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart."
"I advise you—no, this entire country's people—to all give up basketball, or just go die."
"Would you want to play sumo with a bunch of monkeys?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
"My feeling just now was like playing a meaningless basketball game with a bunch of monkeys. You ask my feelings?"
While saying this, the Jabberwock player spat again, a mouthful of saliva hitting the host's face.
At a venue with thousands of spectators, not a single sound was heard.
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