Seeing Ryoko Aoki's tears streaming down her face and her expression full of anxiety, Yo Aoki felt a little embarrassed. "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Seeing that his son was alright, Mamoru Aoki immediately turned to the police officer who was taking Yo Aoki's statement. "Officer, I'd like to ask what happened!"
The police said, "We received a report of a fight in the street and came immediately. According to your son's statement and our investigation, a group of delinquents tried to rob him, but failed and retaliated. That's how he got these injuries."
Although Yo Aoki had changed a lot in the past year, and Mamoru Aoki had also changed his attitude, the mess from before was still there, so he immediately asked the police about the situation. Only when he heard that it wasn't his son's fault did Mamoru Aoki finally breathe a sigh of relief. He was most afraid that his son would revert to his old ways.
Mamoru Aoki turned to Yo Aoki: " Yo, did you get a good look at those people?" Yo Aoki shook his head. "It was too dark; I couldn't see their faces clearly."
At this moment, the doctor came to examine Yo Aoki's injuries. Ryoko Aoki quickly asked, "Doctor, how badly is my son injured?" The doctor flipped through the medical records. "He has a cut about seven centimeters long on his forearm, which required a few stitches. It's nothing serious. The rest are just soft tissue contusions; he'll be fine in a few days."
The doctor smiled Ryoko Aoki, "Madam, don't worry, your son will recover quickly." Yo Aoki quickly asked, "Doctor, will this injury affect my ability to play sports?"
The doctor nodded. "Of course. Don't play ball for the next few days, and pay attention to your diet; eat light meals." Yo Aoki asked anxiously, "When can I play ball again?"
The doctor pondered for a moment, "The wound isn't deep. Come back in five days to have the stitches removed. You can do light exercise in about a week, but if you want to play ball, you'll have to wait a month." Yo Aoki's face fell, looking annoyed.
The county tournament is about to start, and thankfully he's in good shape before it begins. If he'd missed it, Yo Aoki didn't want to think about it. Ryoko Aoki patted his head. " Yo, get some rest. Don't play ball lately, and don't go home too late; it's not safe."
Yo Aoki was about to speak, the policeman next to him quickly interjected, " Aoki. Aoki, don't worry, there's no problem with the safety of this area. We'll definitely solve this case as soon as possible!"
Mamoru Aoki bowed deeply to the police and said, "I'd appreciate it if you could apprehend those thugs as soon as possible."
The policeman immediately returned the salute and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, we will definitely solve the case as soon as possible."
The next morning, Shirota bumped into Yo Aoki and, noticing the injury on his hand, immediately went over and asked with concern, " Aoki, what happened to your hand?"
Yo Aoki forced a smile and casually replied, "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell yesterday, scraped myself."
Shirota stopped laughing and said seriously, " Aoki, you'd better watch out."
Yo Aoki smiled and nodded, "Alright, Shirota, I understand. We'll talk later, I have something to take care of right now."
Shirota pressed further, "What do you need to deal with?"
Yo Aoki narrowed his eyes and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'm going to find someone to chat with."
Matsumoto sat in his seat, absentmindedly biting his nails, his eyes sunken, clearly having not slept well.
With a "smack," someone patted Matsumoto on the back, startling him so much that he let out a scream.
The person who took the picture was also startled, and immediately exclaimed, "What are you doing, Matsumoto? You scared me to death!"
Matsumoto calmed down after recognizing his classmate and frowned, asking, "What are you doing?"
The man said, "A first-grader is looking for you. He says he's waiting for you behind the school storeroom."
Matsumoto struggled with his conscience for a while, but finally decided to go see Yo Aoki.
"At worst, I'll just apologize to him."
Behind the warehouse, Yo Aoki finally saw Matsumoto. He went straight to the point. " Matsumoto, the police were here yesterday!"
Matsumoto himself shuddered.
Yo Aoki smiled and said, "But I didn't betray you."
Matsumoto was taken aback.
Do you know why I didn't betray you?
Matsumoto shook his head.
Yo Aoki said, "Everyone makes mistakes. We're classmates after all, so I'll give you a chance to correct them."
Before Matsumoto could say anything, Yo Aoki grabbed his shoulder. " Matsumoto, never mistake for weakness."
Enduring the pain in his shoulder, Matsumoto nodded hesitantly, "Yes, I understand."
Yo Aoki laughed, "Alright, Matsumoto, the misunderstanding is cleared up. You can go back to class now."
Matsumoto felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran away without looking back.
"This guy is pretty naive."
Yo Aoki let Matsumoto hook, not entirely because of what he had just said. If Matsumoto and his gang hadn't started the trouble yesterday, he wouldn't have been so harsh on Ryu -Yo Aoki.
It was because of this that Yo Aoki told Mitsui yesterday to take Ryu away quickly, otherwise he would also get into trouble.
When the police arrived, they only heard Yo Aoki say that they would let him make up whatever he wanted, and that robbery was robbery.
Upon learning that Yo Aoki was injured, Mizuki immediately rushed to the office to find Coach Akai.
Coach Akai nearly collapsed upon hearing the news, but thankfully Mizuki caught him in time.
Coach Akai, who had finally recovered, asked anxiously, " Aoki, where are you injured?"
"I got a cut on my arm, and the doctor said I need to rest for a month."
Coach Akai counted the time on his fingers before letting out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, we'll make it to the game."
Where is Aoki now?
"Probably at the stadium."
"Nonsense!" Coach Akai hurriedly pulled Mizuki out of the office and headed straight for the basketball court.
Inside the basketball court, Yo Aoki was explaining to his teammates how he ended up in such a state.
With a loud bang, the gym door was kicked open, and Coach Akai rushed in.
" Aoki, are you really hurt?"
"Yes, teacher, I fell by accident."
"You're the team's ace, how could you be so careless?" Coach Akai scolded, glaring at him.
" Aoki, from today onwards, you don't need to train anymore. Your task is to recover from your injury before the preliminary rounds."
Yo Aoki smiled and said, "It's alright, Coach. I only injured my left hand; everything else is fine. I just need to avoid using my left hand."
"No, absolutely not!" Coach Akai shook his head and said.
Seeing Coach Akai's firm stance, Yo Aoki had no choice but to compromise. "Teacher, can I just practice footwork then? I promise I won't use my left hand."
Only after Yo Aoki's persistent pleading did Coach Akai reluctantly relent.
" Mizuki, keep a close eye on Aoki. If he dares to cause trouble, send him home immediately!" Coach Akai instructed Mizuki, worried about him.
"Don't worry, Coach, I've got your back."
Yo Aoki looked helpless, feeling like he was becoming a panda that needed protection.
After training ended, Imamura and Hojo stayed behind to continue their extra training.
Mizuki Yo Aoki had no intention of leaving, Mizuki had no choice but to stay as well.
Yo Aoki looked at Hojo, who had been eagerly anticipating passing practice, and said, "Today we'll practice passing."
"The most crucial aspect of passing is getting the ball to your teammate. Therefore, the most basic principle is to minimize turnovers."
Yo Aoki picked up the basketball and handed it to Hojo: " Hojo- senpai, I'll guard you now. You pass the ball to Imamura- senpai."
Hojo was a little apprehensive, after all, he had witnessed Yo Aoki's defense firsthand.
Yo Aoki noticed Hojo's hesitation and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm just putting on an act."
Yo Aoki bent his knees slightly and spread his arms, assuming a standard defensive stance.
Hojo held the ball with both hands and pushed it outwards with force. The basketball, propelled by his fingers, flew over Yo Aoki's head.
Yo Aoki nodded. "Your passing fundamentals are fine, but," he changed the subject, " Hojo- senpai, I think your passes are a bit too solid."
"In the last game against Shoyo, I noticed that you basically didn't use any feints when passing the ball."
Yo Aoki signaled to Hojo to guard against him, and then demonstrated how to defend himself.
Mizuki cleared her throat and reached out to stop Yo Aoki, who was about to take the ball.
" Aoki, don't mess around like that, you can't aggravate the injury."
He walked up, snatched the basketball from Yo Aoki's hand, and gestured with his chin.
Let me demonstrate for you.
Yo Aoki grinned and stepped aside.
"Use more feints when passing the ball," he pointed at Yo Aoki, "Use body movements, eye contact, even facial expressions—these will immediately improve your accuracy."
Yo Aoki stood to the right of Mizuki and gestured with his chin towards him.
"Oh right, while you're watching my movements, pass the ball to Imamura- senpai."
Mizuki, but unfortunately my aim was a bit off.
Hojo glanced over and said, "I remember Fujima using this no-look pass before; it's definitely deceptive."
Yo Aoki nodded in agreement. "Passing without looking is only one aspect. As long as you use more feints when passing, your accuracy will definitely improve."
Hojo pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"After that, you'll have to practice all sorts of passing techniques—one-handed, behind-the-back, bounce, and while moving. If you master them all, you'll be a top-tier guard in Kanagawa." Yo Aoki started promising Hojo the prize again.
Listening from the side, Imamura couldn't help but recall how he had been fooled by this guy in the same way before.
Hojo's eyes lit up, and he excitedly leaned closer.
" Aoki, let's begin now!"
Yo Aoki turned to look at Mizuki, smiling as he pointed at Hojo.
"That will require the captain to train with Hojo."
And just like that, what was supposed to be a practice session for two people turned into a four-person team.
Training days are inherently monotonous, and although Yo Aoki's injury was less severe, his training volume was still astonishing.
Five days later, Yo Aoki went to the hospital to have his stitches removed.
The doctor examined his wound and said with some surprise, "Your recovery is almost unbelievably good."
Yo Aoki's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Can I play earlier? I don't have to wait a month, right?"
The doctor thought for a moment and nodded, "It's not necessary, but it's still best not to take the risk; it wouldn't be worth it if the wound worsened."
Yo Aoki smiled; he'd heard that kind of talk countless times.
However, his exceptional physique allowed him to feel that his arm injury was almost healed within ten days, and he immediately returned to his terrifying training regimen.
Before we knew it, it was May 19th, and the national county-level preliminary rounds finally began.
Yo Aoki wondered to himself: Had he transmigrated into the manga version or the anime version of " Slam Dunk "?
After all, anime always adds some original storylines, such as the story of Tetsuya Naito of Miuradai, the story of Sakuragi's former love rival Oda, and the scene of Shoyo and Ryonan teaming up against Shohoku.
He thought some of the plot points were good, such as Tetsuo and Yohei teaming up to beat up Ryu, Akagi teaching Sakuragi how to use his eyes to kill in defense; but some were just nonsense, like that guy Tetsuya Naito.
That guy is 196cm tall and weighs 155kg. Akagi is only 90kg and Hiroshi Morishige only 100kg, but he is fast. He can run 100 meters in 11 seconds and his jumping ability is so good that he can dunk easily. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the number one dunker. As a result, he was designed to be a reckless young man who likes to rush around. He was easily defeated by Kaede Rukawa.
I wonder what Meihou's coach would think if he knew about this person.