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

The air inside the cramped shop seemed to freeze instantly.

The originally noisy atmosphere seemed to have been muted.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, with half a piece of pork belly still in his mouth, stared wide-eyed:

"The monkey boss?!"

The clip in Akagi Takenori's hand clattered onto the table.

It's not because I'm afraid.

It was because he saw the ravenous, green light in the eyes of the group of people behind Uozumi.

That is……

The eyes of a carb destroyer!

"Yo."

"What a coincidence, everyone's here."

Sendoh waved with a smile and squeezed in as if they were old friends.

"I heard..."

"Is Captain Akagi treating us to dinner today?"

Sendoh's gaze swept over the mountain of meat platters on the table, finally settling on Akagi, whose face had turned green.

"Since it's a celebration, would you mind having a few extra pairs of chopsticks?"

"After all, friendship comes first."

Before Akagi could refuse...

Uozumi had already found a spot and sat down, facing Akagi.

"Boss! Add ten more plates..."

"No, twenty plates of premium beef brisket!"

Uozumi's voice was like a resounding bell, shaking the plates on the table.

"And beef tongue! Diaphragm! Large intestine!"

"Bring up everything that's meat! Quickly!"

Takenori Akagi: "..."

"Hey! Boss Monkey!"

"This is our Shohoku territory!" Sakuragi slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Shut up, you red-haired monkey!"

"I may lose on the field, but I'll never lose at the dinner table!"

"Today, either you or I will stuff ourselves to death!"

Uozumi's eyes widened in anger, and he grabbed the clamps, his demeanor even more ferocious than on the basketball court.

"Alright! Let's fight!"

Sakuragi instantly ignited, "You think you're afraid of me?!"

What was originally a "Shohoku victory celebration banquet" instantly turned into a "Kanagawa barbecue melee".

The store was so crowded that the two groups had to share a table and squeeze together.

Former rivals are now shoulder to shoulder, back to back.

But the clamps in his hands moved in a blur, as he engaged in a fierce battle of attack and defense on the barbed wire.

"Snapped!"

Rukawa Kaede spotted a sizzling, oily piece of beef and was about to pick it up.

Another pair of chopsticks shot out like a venomous snake, precisely intercepting the food.

Sendoh Akira picked up the piece of meat, put it in his mouth with a smile, and looked completely blissful.

"Ah... medium-well, Rukawa-kun has a good grasp of the cooking time."

Rukawa Kaede's dead fish eyes widened instantly, and his killing intent almost solidified.

"you!"

"Another piece?" Sendoh asked defiantly, raising his chopsticks.

On the other side, Fukuda Kichijou, like an emotionless eating machine, silently devoured all the meat in front of him.

"Hey! Fukuda! That's mine!" Hiroaki Koshino screamed protectively, almost bursting into tears.

The most intense battleground was undoubtedly on Lin Bei's side.

He just wanted to eat something in peace and quiet. But then Aida Hikoichi squeezed in next to him.

He was holding a notebook, drooling as he frantically took notes.

"That's amazing! Lin Bei's eating speed..."

"Although it looks slow and methodical, each piece of meat disappears in less than a second!"

"Is this some kind of special, ultra-fast eating technique?"

"Write it down! You absolutely must write it down!"

"..."

Lin Bei's eyes twitched, and he picked up a piece of freshly cooked meat, still bubbling with oil, and stuffed it into Yan Yi's mouth.

"Shut up, eat your meat."

"Mmmmmm!"

Yan screamed in pain from the heat, but couldn't bear to spit it out.

Chewing through tears, yet still giving a thumbs up.

The entire shop was filled with smoke, and the sounds of shouting, chewing, and clinking glasses blended together.

This is youth.

One second they were fighting tooth and nail on the court.

They could start fighting over a piece of pork belly in the next second.

The smell of sweat mixed with the smell of barbecue—that's the original taste of youth.

however.

In this lively and bustling atmosphere.

There is a person who is going through hellish torment.

Akagi Takenori sat in the main seat, his entire body frozen and cracked.

He watched as Jun Uozumi poured plates of expensive premium beef into his mouth as if it were water.

Watching Sendoh and Rukawa eat beef tongue like a snack;

Watching Sakuragi Hanamichi and Takamiya Nozomi compete to see who can swallow faster;

Even Ueshima, who seems so honest, is quietly ordering meat.

Every time he says, "Boss, add more meat!"

It was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Akagi's fragile nerves.

wallet……

No, this is no longer a matter of wallets.

This is practically selling yourself!

Akagi's face changed from black to red, then from red to white, finally settling on a heartbreaking, ashen blue.

His hands trembled as he picked up the water glass in front of him, but he couldn't bring it to his lips no matter how hard he tried.

Those bastards...

Are you really planning to eat me too?!

Just as Akagi felt his vision blurring and was about to faint.

His desperate gaze pierced through the layers of smoke and landed on the most relaxed figure in the corner.

Linbei.

That reclusive tycoon who bought a luxury sports store without batting an eye.

That rich guy who slept on the court wearing limited edition sneakers.

At this moment, Lin Bei was slowly grilling a piece of premium snowflake beef.

His movements were as elegant as if he were enjoying a French meal, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

It seemed to sense the gaze filled with resentment and pleading.

Lin Bei tilted his head slightly, a cola straw dangling from his mouth, and his perpetually half-asleep eyes met Akagi's.

In Akagi's eyes, a thousand words were condensed into one sentence:

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow.

He swallowed the beef in his mouth, a playful smile curving his lips.

He held up one finger, pointed at Akagi, then at the mountain of plates, and finally made a "counting money" gesture.

Akagi nodded frantically, tears welling up in his eyes.

If you can pay the bill, you're like my brother!

You can call me Little Red, it's fine!

Lin Bei smiled.

He slowly stood up.

In that instant, Akagi seemed to see a savior descend, his body radiating a holy light of money.

"Boss!"

Lin Bei's voice pierced through the noisy crowd.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at today's MVP.

Akagi looked at him expectantly, her heart pounding.

Lin Bei cleared his throat and shouted loudly:

"Since everyone is so happy..."

"Then add two more pitchers of draft beer to each table!"

"Put it on Captain Akagi's tab!"

"boom--!"

The crowd cheered.

"Long live Linbei! Captain Akagi is so magnanimous!"

"Drink! Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Akagi Takenori's expression froze instantly, then crumbled inch by inch, his soul leaving his body.

"Lin—Bei—!!!"

A fierce roar nearly blew the roof off the barbecue restaurant.

Lin Bei sat back down.

Seeing Akagi's near-heart attack, he innocently shrugged and mouthed a sentence:

Just kidding.

Then, he took out a black credit card with a cold gleam from his pocket and gently pressed it on the corner of the table.

The card seemed to weigh a ton, instantly calming Akagi's heart, which was about to explode.

Akagi slumped into the chair, completely exhausted, and let out a long sigh, feeling as if he had just run ten marathons.

He looked at his noisy teammates and opponents.

Amidst the swirling smoke, everyone's face was glistening with oil and adorably silly smiles.

Forget it.

Akagi's lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

Such a night... isn't so bad.

Of course, it would be even better if that idiot Sakuragi ate less.

"Boss! We're out of meat!"

"Ten more bowls of ramen, please!!"

"..."

Akagi closed his eyes.

Destroy it, hurry up.