The host didn't pick up on that.
“Haha! What a lively Shen Guang support team! Let’s turn our attention to their team!”
“Leading the way is Shen Guang's coach, Coach Sakuya Kō! He's a seasoned coach. It’s clear he’s incredibly skilled to be able to lead such a strong team as Shen Guang!”
“Behind Coach Sakuya Kō are No. 4 Fūji Jun, No. 6 Hanamiya Makoto, No. 8 Koki Daisuke, No. 10 Kumahira Kento, and No. 12 Ōnishi Akira!”
Hearing the host's introduction, the Shen Guang Middle School supporters erupted in cheers.
“Fūji Jun! He's so handsome! I love bad boys!”
“Go Shen Guang! Win it all!”
“Hanamiya Makoto! He's the one who’s been calling the shots in previous matches! He’s scary!”
“Even if the opponents have the upper hand in the early stages, they’ll eventually fall into Hanamiya Makoto's rhythm. Then, it's over!”
“I wonder if this dark horse can go all the way and claim the championship throne!”
After introducing the Shen Guang Middle School team, the host moved on to Teikō Middle School.
“Now, let's welcome the Teikō Middle School team!”
Shiragane Kenzō was dressed impeccably today, in a black suit with a black vest, a white shirt, and a bold red tie, exuding an aura of composure mingled with passion.
As the Teikō Middle School team entered, cheers arose from the crowd.
“Teikō goes forth! Nothing will stand! Across the court! We are invincible!”
A wave of white engulfed the stands.
Aomine Daiki learned his lesson this time, standing tall as he spoke.
“Yo! The finals are a different vibe, man! This is getting me pumped!”
“Of course! We have a good chance of winning this year, so the school is taking it seriously. Teikō hasn’t won the championship in a few years now.”
Midorima Shintarō replied with a poker face.
Murasakibara Atsushi was walking, glancing at the crowd.
“Man, all these eyes are staring at me. Feels like we’d be letting them down if we didn't win. But, hey, we're winning anyway!”
“Definitely! We will win!”
Akashi Seijūrō glanced at his sneakers, already contemplating things.
Hyūga Hiyori was walking behind Shiragane Kenzō, looking serious.
“Guys, keep your image in check! We can talk, but remember your expressions!”
“Got it!”
“No worries!”
“I’ve never felt so stiff in my life!”
Hearing their responses, Hyūga Hiyori didn’t say anything more.
The host's voice once again echoed around the court.
“Here comes the Teikō Middle School team! Leading the way is Teikō Middle School Coach Shiragane Kenzō! Looking at Shiragane Kenzō’s attire today, I realize I'm a bit underdressed! Haha!”
“Behind Shiragane Kenzō is Teikō Middle School’s captain, No. 4 Hyūga Hiyori! I’m sure you’ve all seen Hyūga Hiyori’s highlight reels. His dunks are simply too cool!”
“Behind Hyūga Hiyori is No. 5 Aomine Daiki, a player with exceptional scoring abilities on the break!”
“Behind Aomine Daiki is No. 7 Midorima Shintarō. This player's three-point shooting is simply unreal. He hasn’t missed a single shot yet! It’s terrifying!”
“Behind Midorima Shintarō is No. 6 Murasakibara Atsushi. This player is the tallest in this tournament. His rebounding and defense are undeniable!”
“Behind Murasakibara Atsushi is No. 9 Akashi Seijūrō! This player is incredibly steady, a strong ball-handler, and can accurately find the most suitable scoring position for his team!”
The host finished reading his script and looked towards the court.
“Huh? Where’s Akashi-kun? Akashi-kun hasn't come in yet?”
Hearing this, Akashi Seijūrō's face darkened. He shifted slightly to the side of the group, away from the front.
The announcer finally noticed.
“Haha! He's here, he's here. Akashi-kun is a little short. Sorry I didn’t see him before!”
Akashi Seijūrō's face became even darker after hearing this!
You could have at least said Murasakibara Atsushi was a bit tall! Wouldn't that sound better?
Do you have any respect for my image?
I should have been in the front. It’s because my number is a little further back that I ended up at the back.
Next time, I’ll get Kuroko Tetsuya or Hayama Kotarō to come in front!
This starting lineup is just bad!
Hyūga Hiyori was holding back laughter, just like Little Sa back in the day...
Unlike Hyūga Hiyori’s restraint, a certain older Hyūga didn’t suppress his emotions.
“Wahahaha! Little Akashi, look at your boy. He got roasted! I tell you, it's your fault. If you were just a centimeter taller, your child’s genes might have been stronger! He might have been taller! Look at my son, Flying!
Akashi Masanobu’s face turned sour.
He glared at Hyūga Hiromu.
“Hmph! You think it’s your fault? It’s because Mieko has good genes! Boys take after their mothers, you know?”
After dissing Hyūga Hiromu, Akashi Masanobu turned to his assistant.
“This host is awful!”
The assistant immediately understood and rose to his feet, leaving the room.