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

late at night.

Half of the stadium lights were off, casting dappled shadows.

The team members have been leaving one after another, dragging their injured bodies.

Only Lin Bei was still picking up the basketballs scattered all over the floor.

"Lin Bei, classmate."

A gentle, deep voice came from the doorway.

Coach Anzai pushed up his reflective glasses and held the same teacup he never used before.

His chubby face wore a kind smile, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Coach, you haven't left yet?"

Lin Bei threw the last ball into the car and dusted off his hands.

Coach Anzai strolled slowly onto the field.

My gaze swept across the wet floor, and I could almost see the figures of those boys struggling desperately just now.

I was surprised.

Coach Anzai looked at Lin Bei, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Given your personality, I thought you would find a place to sleep or dump all the training tasks on Akagi."

Lin Bei smiled, walked to the sidelines, picked up the half-finished bottle of cola, and took a big gulp.

Carbonated bubbles burst in my throat.

It took away some of the heat, and the feeling was so refreshing that it made you squint your eyes.

"It's quite troublesome."

"Teaching Sakuragi, that simpleton, must have cost me so many brain cells. And Miyagi, he's so stubborn, he won't listen unless you yell at him."

Lin Bei leaned against the equipment rack, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Then why are you still doing this?"

Coach Anzai narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses.

"They shared everything they knew, and even... customized evolutionary paths specifically for each person, all to target Hainan."

"Even professional coaches may not be able to achieve this level of tactical awareness and insight."

"You don't seem like a typical high school player."

Lin Bei paused.

He turned his head and looked at the former national player, the legendary "White-Haired Ghost".

At this moment, Coach Anzai's eyes were so sharp that they seemed to see through people's hearts; he no longer resembled a mascot at all.

Lin Bei remained silent for a few seconds.

I can't exactly say that I came from another time.

I have a system, and I have the script in my hand, right?

"coach."

Lin Bei fiddled with the empty soda can in his hand, squeezing it so hard it made a cracking sound.

"Sometimes, I don't feel like I'm the main character."

"I want to be lazy, I want to lie down, I want to just pass the ball and be done with it, I even want to take a nap on the field."

Lin Bei chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"But sometimes I prefer to see them become stronger."

"Many people may not understand and think I'm just a tool."

"He clearly has the ability to solo dungeons, but he insists on carrying a bunch of newbies to level up."

Coach Anzai listened quietly without interrupting.

Lin Bei raised his head.

My gaze traveled through the windows high up in the stadium.

I looked out at the dark night sky and the few scattered stars.

The images that flashed through my mind were as clear as film reels.

It was Akagi's stubborn back as he insisted on playing despite his swollen ankle...

It was Mitsui's remorseful tears as he knelt on the ground, crying, "Coach, I want to play basketball..."

It was Miyagi's restrained gaze, showing his willingness to endure being beaten by thugs even for Ayako's sake...

It's that pure passion of Rukawa Kaede, who spends all his time playing basketball except when he's sleeping...

And then there's Sakuragi Hanamichi, that simple-minded fool who poured his entire life into basketball for Haruko...

The regret and passion I felt while reading comics in my past life, though separated by a screen, are now flowing realistically around me.

No longer a paper doll.

They are brothers with flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh, who will shout for barbecue, and who will tease each other.

"But..."

Lin Beizhi stood up and turned his gaze to the empty basketball court.

It was as if those exhausted but still bright-eyed teenagers were still standing there.

His gaze softened more than ever before.

It even carried a hint of barely perceptible doting affection.

"Because of them, I have a youth."

(For readers who don't understand ♡)

That instant.

Coach Anzai was stunned.

He looked at the boy in front of him, who was usually lazy but more reliable than anyone else when it mattered.

He's only a teenager.

When he said those words, he carried a sense of profound understanding and deep affection that came from experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

Like a traveler who has traveled through time and space.

"Youth...?"

Coach Anzai repeated it in a low voice, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"Hehehe..."

The classic laughter rang out again, and Coach Anzai patted his round belly.

"Young people these days are truly remarkable."

"Lin Bei, entrusting Xiangbei to you is perhaps the best decision I've ever made in my life."

Lin Bei waved his hand, reverting to his usual carefree demeanor, and yawned.

"No, Coach, please don't flatter me."

"The captain is still Akagi, I'm just a substitute who wants to coast along."

"Don't ask me to do anything too strenuous; I still need to grow."

After saying that, Lin Bei grabbed his coat and draped it over his shoulders.

He strolled leisurely toward the door, his back view exuding an air of nonchalant elegance.

"Hey coach, go to bed early. Staying up late is bad for your health and can cause wrinkles."

Watching Lin Bei's figure disappear into the night.

A flash of white light appeared on Coach Anzai's glasses, obscuring the sharp glint in his eyes.

"Hainan..."

"Shinichi Maki..."

"This time, you may be facing the most terrifying Shohoku team in history."

……

a few days later.

Kanagawa Prefectural Gymnasium.

The first match of the final round-robin tournament: Shohoku High School vs. Hainan University Affiliated High School.

Although the competition has not yet started, the area outside the venue is already packed with people and sweltering in the heat.

"Look! It's the Hainan team!"

A scream erupted from the crowd.

A bus slowly came to a stop, and the doors opened.

The royal army, clad in purple and gold battle robes, filed out.

Shinichi Mu walked at the front, wearing a coat, with a solemn expression and dark skin.

He exudes a suffocating imperial aura, as if he has his own background music.

Jin Soichiro, Kiyota Nobunaga, Takasago Kazuma...

Each name represents the pinnacle of Kanagawa.

"Maki! We're going to teach that arrogant first-year a lesson today!"

"I'm going to dunk on him!"

Kiyota Nobunaga walked along, waving his fists like a wild monkey with its fur standing on end.

Maki Shinichi didn't speak, but stared intently at the entrance on the other side.

There, a group of people wearing red team uniforms were striding towards them.

Takenori Akagi walked at the front, his ankles wrapped in thick bandages.

But every step he took was firm and powerful, like a moving mountain.

Beside him.

Rukawa Kaede had no expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice, with a cooling effect.

Mitsui Hisashi flexed his wrists, a confident smile playing on his lips—the pride of a marksman.

Ryota Miyagi chewed gum, his hands in his pockets, looking roguish, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

Sakuragi Hanamichi held his head high, looking down at the crowd around him.

He muttered, "A genius has descended, mortals retreat."

And at the very back of the line.

Lin Bei wore headphones, his hands behind his head, and his eyes half-closed.

It's as if they're not here for the finals, but for a picnic.

The two teams met unexpectedly at the entrance of the stadium.

The air froze instantly, the smell of gunpowder so strong that it could be ignited with just a single match.

Maki Shinichi stopped in his tracks, his gaze passing over Akagi and landing directly on Lin Bei, as if he were a real person.

Lin Bei seemed to sense something, took off his headphones, and lifted his eyelids.

Eyes facing each other.

There are no dazzling special effects, only turbulent waves beneath a calm sea.

"Have you rested enough?"

When Mu Shen spoke, his voice was deep and powerful, carrying a condescending scrutiny.

Lin Bei smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, looking completely harmless.

"Ah, I slept quite well."

"I have the strength to pull you off that broken throne."

Mu Shen's eyes sharpened, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, exuding an aura of domineering power:

"Pretty boastful. Let's give it a try."

"Don't come crying back to your mother later."

Lin Bei shrugged, his eyes revealing a nonchalant arrogance:

"Don't worry, I've prepared tissues for you."

After they finished speaking, the two groups of people passed each other.

Takenori Akagi took a deep breath and turned to look at his teammates behind him.

There was no fear in anyone's eyes.

Only the fighting spirit that almost overflows after undergoing hellish training is a bloodthirsty gleam.

Let's go!

Akagi pushed open the gymnasium door.

Radiant with light.

The noise came like a tsunami, deafening.

This is the stage for the finals.

This is their battlefield.

"Shohoku——!!!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

The roar was deafening.

The story of Shohoku's comeback has officially begun.

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