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

The county-level tournament finals are about to begin.

Three days to go.

The main gate of the Xiangbei Basketball Gymnasium was tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn so tightly that there was no draft.

The setting sun struggled to squeeze in a few pale yellow rays through the gaps, and the entire stadium felt as stuffy as a pressure cooker being pressurized.

This is not a special training session.

It was a hellish arena called "train to the death if you can't train to death".

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of the basketball hitting the floor was painful to hear—dull, rapid, like a barrage of drumbeats striking the top of one's head.

"Slow down, too slow! Are you an old lady crossing the street?"

Lin Bei was waving a tattered folding fan in his hand.

Like a ruthless landlord from the old society, he slumped unceremoniously on a cushioned chair by the sidelines.

The lollipop in his mouth was spinning wildly.

"Miyagi, put some oil on your rusty wrists."

"With that kind of soft, affectionate pass, Maki Shinichi could intercept it with his eyes closed and launch a fast break at the same time."

On the field, Ryota Miyagi gritted his teeth.

Sweat streamed down his signature curly hair, and the floor beneath his feet was so wet it could raise fish.

His fingers were wrapped in white tape, and his fingertips were already congested and swollen from the intense ball control.

"Stop nagging! I'm already doing it fast!!"

Gongcheng growled, lowering his center of gravity to an extremely low position, almost flying close to the ground.

The basketball in his hands became a blur, frantically weaving between his legs and behind him.

This was the "special treatment" Lin Bei gave him.

Not only does it have to be fast, it also has to be "dirty".

By using high-frequency wrist flicks, irregular spin is applied to the ball, creating a visual error at the moment of the pass.

"Almost there."

Lin Bei didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Your rhythm is too precise, are you a printer?"

"Maki Shinichi's power can crush you into dust. Your only way to survive is to make him 'unable to catch' you."

"Don't treat your hands like hands, whips, or venomous snakes."

Miyagi was panting like a broken bellows, but his eyes grew increasingly fierce.

The image of Maki Shinichi's heavy tank flashed through my mind.

Height, weight, and strength were all completely outmatched.

If he doesn't evolve, he'll be the shortest plank in the barrel that is Shohoku.

"Again!!" Miyagi roared, starting up again.

……

On the other side of the half.

Mitsui Hisashi looked like a water ghost that had just been pulled out of the water.

The knee pads on my knees were soaked with sweat and felt as heavy as if I were wearing two sandbags.

He stood two steps behind the three-point line, his arms twitching slightly uncontrollably.

"Raise your elbows and use your knees for leverage."

Lin Bei's voice drifted lightly into my ears.

"Mitsui-senpai, your stamina is your Achilles' heel. You can't outrun Jin Soichiro, that stamina monster, when it comes to Hainan."

"So you have to throw the ball before he starts running."

"Range is the key."

"At this distance, no one will be on guard against you unless they're crazy."

"As long as you turn this place into your 'absolute territory,' Hainan's defense system will be nothing but a piece of paper."

Mitsui Hisashi wiped the sweat from his eyes and stared at the ridiculously far-off basketball hoop.

This is utter nonsense.

But he did not refute it.

Because he had personally witnessed Lin Bei throw that kind of ball.

That kind of unreasonable, high parabola that seems to pierce the dome of the stadium.

That was the only shortcut he could take after wasting two years of his life, hoping to overtake others.

"I am... Mitsui Hisashi, the man who never gives up."

He muttered to himself, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, pressed his wrist, and flicked his fingertips.

The basketball traced an extremely high arc before falling vertically.

"Whoosh!"

The water splashes into the net through a hollow hole, the sound as melodious as heavenly music.

The lingering sensation on his fingertips sent a shiver through Mitsui Hisashi's utterly exhausted soul.

Cool!

……

Under the basket.

Takenori Akagi and Hanamichi Sakuragi are staging a "Godzilla vs. Kong" battle.

A real hand-to-hand combat.

Two giants were crammed into the narrow restricted area, the sound of their muscles colliding was sickening.

"Positioning isn't about brute force; it's about using your brain, and that's where it comes in."

Lin Bei pointed to his buttocks, "Sit down with your weight so the other person can't get up."

"Sakuragi, jumping ability is your natural talent."

"But if you're so crowded out that you don't even have room to jump, you're just a high-jumping flea."

"Who are you calling a flea?!"

"This genius is destined to be the future rebounding king!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was yelling incoherently.

Pressed firmly against Akagi's broad back, he scratched his ears and cheeks in frustration, like a trapped monkey.

"Intuition! Use the instinct of a wild animal!"

Lin Bei's voice cut through the noise, "Don't look at the ball, use your body to feel Akagi's power points."

"The moment he exerts force to resist is the moment when his center of gravity is most unstable."

"Distract him, flank him, and block him! This is called using his force against him!"

Sakuragi paused for a moment, then his brain suddenly clicked.

The next second, Takenori Akagi pushed back again.

Sakuragi didn't confront them head-on this time.

Instead, it was like a slippery eel, suddenly retreating along with Akagi's force.

He then took a long stride and instantly blocked Akagi's path.

With arms outstretched, a formidable wall of steel was erected.

"Bang!"

The basketball bounced off the rim.

Having already secured a favorable position, Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted, "Get down here!!"

Like pulling up a scallion from dry land, he forcefully plucked the basketball from the highest point with both hands!

"Haha! Did you see that?!"

"That's the comprehension of a genius!"

"Even you, gorilla, have to step aside!"

Sakuragi landed and triumphantly raised the ball above his head.

Akagi's face darkened, but a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

This kid, a seasoned inside player who relies purely on experience, can learn the footwork after being taught twice?

What a monster.

……

And in the darkest corner of the stadium.

Rukawa Kaede was all alone.

No dribbling, no shooting.

He simply stood there with his eyes closed.

He exuded a chilling aura that said "keep away, strangers."

The topic Lin Bei gave him was the most mysterious...

wild.

Find that version of yourself that wasn't bound by textbooks or confined by tactics.

Like wild beasts in the forest, they abandon the calculations of their brains and rely on instinct to tear apart their prey.

Sudden.

Rukawa Kaede suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, his pupils seemed to shrink to the size of needles.

Without any unnecessary pre-emptive movement, his body instantly sprang up and charged towards the basket.

That speed and explosive power carried a primal ferocity, as if it wanted to tear the air in front of it apart.

"Bang!!!"

A powerful dunk sent the rim reeling in pain.

Rukawa landed, panting heavily, his eyes filled with an unprecedented frenzy and sharpness.

"That's about it."

Lin Bei glanced at the clock on the wall, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"Everyone, the technical training is over."

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, they collapsed to the ground and pretended to be dead.

Lin Bei revealed a devilish smile.

He dragged out a huge box from behind, filled with lead-filled leggings.

"Next up is our signature program—physical exhaustion."

"Everyone, double the weight and do 100 sets of shuttle runs."

"If you don't finish running, you won't get any dinner tonight. Just watch me eat."

"What?!?!"

The wailing nearly blew the roof off.

"Lin Bei, you monster!!"

"Are you trying to murder a genius?!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi pointed at Lin Bei's nose and cursed loudly.

"Oh? Then you don't have to run."

Lin Bei shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"Anyway, we'll just lose to Hainan and watch Maki Shinichi lift the trophy."

"Just don't cry when Kiyota Nobunaga dunks on you and then asks you 'Was it good?'"

These words are like a poisoned knife, precisely piercing everyone's Achilles' heel.

Sakuragi Hanamichi gritted his teeth, grabbed the heaviest leg wrap, and slammed it onto his ankle.

"Run then! I'm not afraid of you, you genius!"

"I'm going to do two hundred sets!!"

Akagi, Mitsui, Miyagi, and Rukawa.

No one backed down.

Even if my lungs feel like they're on fire, even if my legs feel like they're filled with lead.

One hundred sets of shuttle runs.

Sweat pooled on the floor, forming a river that reflected people's images.

In the end, everyone lay sprawled on the floor like dead dogs, too weak to even lift a finger.

Only his chest continued to heave violently, greedily plundering the scarce oxygen.

[Stamina Boost]

Current stamina: 80 points