Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

The entire room fell silent.

One second later.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The sound was deafening, almost blowing the roof off the stadium!

Lin Bei let go and landed on the ground.

Without even glancing at the basket, he turned and walked back.

He didn't stop walking as he passed by Fukuda, whose face was deathly pale.

He simply tossed out a sentence:

"Take off that murderous look in your eyes."

He pointed to himself, his tone extremely arrogant:

"Want to score?"

"Ask me first if I agree."

Shohoku bench.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's mouth was agape, and he didn't even notice the towel in his hand had fallen to the ground.

"This...this is..."

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, a sharp glint flashing across the lenses.

"Did you see that, Sakuragi-kun?"

"That's the difference in talent."

The old man turned to look at Sakuragi, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Although you can't do as much as he does."

"But that kind of attitude of treating your opponent like prey... is something you need to learn."

Sakuragi snapped back to reality, picked up a towel and vigorously wiped his face, his eyes blazing with renewed fury.

"That wretched, arrogant master... he's such a show-off!"

"This genius will absolutely not lose to you!!"

……

The red numbers on the electronic scoreboard flashed relentlessly.

53: 46.

The point difference has widened to 7 points.

This powerful dunk was like pouring a bucket of water on the nascent flames of the Ryonan team.

Shohoku's spectator stands.

Kenji Fujima finally couldn't hold back anymore.

The Pocari Sweat bottle in my hand made a sickeningly loud squeaking sound as it was being squeezed.

"Flower shape."

Fujima's voice wasn't loud.

"Did you calculate that initial step just now?"

Hanagata Toru pushed up his glasses, his expression as if he had seen a question beyond the syllabus in an exam.

"It's impossible to calculate, it's too outrageous."

"This is no longer linear acceleration, it's frame dropping."

"From extreme stillness to extreme motion, there is no pre-motion transition, as if several frames have been removed from a video."

Hanagata took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the seemingly lazy figure on the field.

"This explosive power is unreasonable."

"It's like a black panther in human skin, using the football field as its hunting ground."

……

Sidelines.

Taoka Shigeichi stared intently at Lin Bei, the veins on his forehead bulging like bursting water pipes.

He didn't believe it.

How can a perennial underperforming team like Shohoku keep pulling out SSR-level monsters one after another?

"A coincidence...it must be a fluke!"

Taoka frantically tried to cool down his CPU in his mind.

That last shot was definitely because Fukuda was careless and didn't dodge it.

That old fox Anxi replaced the brute-force red-haired monkey.

With this talent, the swingman could even rival the immortal.

"Coach Anzai, is this your tactic?"

Taoka turned to look at the steady, fat old man in the Shohoku seat, his eyes so gloomy they could drip water.

"We scored 46 points in the first half, with Fukuda scoring 26 of them."

"Our core tactic is Fukuda's single-point demolition."

"If the opponent has a weakness, we must tear them apart like a shark smelling blood!"

Taoka suddenly waved his hand and roared at the field, spittle flying everywhere:

"Fukuda! Stop doubting life!"

"Use your offense! Smash him! Teach him a lesson!"

"We have you! And we have Sendoh!"

……

On the field.

Fukuda Kichijou stood outside the three-point line, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

The roar in my ears seemed to come from the deep sea, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

His mind was still replaying that moment on an endless loop.

The ball is gone.

The feeling of emptiness in his hands made him feel nauseous and anxious.

"Afu!!"

"It's just one goal! You're the strongest!"

Suddenly, a unified roar erupted from the stands.

They were students from Ryonan University, as well as Fukuda's former "bodyguards".

Fukuda suddenly looked up.

My gaze pierced through the blinding spotlight and fell upon the group of people waving flags.

That is……

Are those guys here too?

My thoughts were like a kite string that had been snapped, instantly pulling me back to that sweltering summer two years ago.

The cicadas' chirping was so loud it gave me a headache.

A secluded temple ground, rusty wire mesh, and uneven cement floor.

That was Fukuda, abandoned by the regular army, its only refuge.

He practices alone.

Lonely, obsessive, like a wild ghost.

Until that day, three teenagers barged in.

The boy in the lead twirled a basketball between his fingers, his smile as bright as the midday sun, almost blinding.

"Dude, aren't single-player games boring?"

"Would you like me to take you somewhere nice?"

"Although it's a bit far, we still go there occasionally for fun."

The three men took him to the new stadium.

He didn't say a word when he saw the basketball hoop again.

Turn around, take a running start, and jump.

"Clang!"

A brutal one-handed slam dunk smashed the rickety rim, sending it creaking in pain.

Landing.

Turn around.

The three who had been joking around were stunned.

From that day on, three permanent NPCs appeared on this dilapidated stadium.

Sweat, cheap soda.

And that worn-out basketball.

……

Fragments of memories exploded.

Back on the field.

The confusion in Fukuda's eyes dissipated.

Instead, a more frenzied flame erupted.

That's the bloodthirsty instinct of a wild beast when it's cornered.

"I am... Fukuda Kichicho."

"I am the man who will stand by Sendoh's side."

"How could something like this happen?!"

Lingnan ball rights.

Sendoh dribbled the ball and slowly advanced past half-court.

His radar scanned the entire field, finally locking onto the right side.

There, Fukuda was holding his position tightly, his desire for the ball almost overflowing.

Lin Bei, still looking half a step in front of Fukuda, stood there as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He even yawned in public.

"That bastard..."

The Ryonan spectators in the stands were stunned.

"What's that number 7 from Shohoku doing? Is he dozing off during the game?"

"How arrogant! Who do they think they are?"

"Ah Fu! Take down that show-off!"

Even Coach Taoka's blood pressure spiked, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Futian..."

Sudden.

On the field.

Fukuda stared intently at Lin Bei's retreating figure.

shame.

An unprecedented humiliation.

That feeling of being completely seen through, of being played like an insect.

It hurt him a million times more than Coach Taoka's scolding.

"Unforgivable..."

Fukuda lowered his head, his voice hoarse and ghostly.

"ball……"

He suddenly looked up at Uozumi, who was preparing to serve, his eyes filled with a frenzied, bloodshot gaze.

Give me the ball!!!

"I'm going to...beat him!!"