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

These words were like a spark falling into an oil drum.

It instantly ignited everyone's anger.

"Just what I wanted!"

"I've disliked that middle-aged man for a long time."

Miyagi spat out his chewing gum and placed his hand on it.

"To dominate the entire nation..." Mitsui's eyes burned with fervor.

"Win." Rukawa Kaede said succinctly.

Lin Bei yawned, slowly walked over, and gently placed his hand on Lin Bei's shoulder.

"It's troublesome... but losing is even more troublesome."

"Then let's win."

"Hahahaha!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the last to jump up and slapped Lin Bei's hand.

"Down with Hainan!"

"This genius will show them what a protagonist really is!"

"Shohoku——!!!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

The roar was like thunder, almost tearing the roof off.

……

The stadium was bustling with noise.

"Make way! Make way!"

"Seats reserved for Sakuragi's Army!"

Yohei Mito directed traffic like a traffic policeman.

Takamiya Nozomi, heavily pregnant, became a human bulldozer.

They managed to clear out a prime location for Haruko Akagi and her friends.

"Thank you, Yohei-kun!"

Haruko's face was flushed, both from the heat and her excitement.

On the other side, Tokuo Horita waved the banner of "Mitsui Hisashi, the Man of Flames".

Leading a group of delinquent teenagers, howling in a mournful manner:

"Mitsui! For my youth! Waaaaah!"

The surrounding audience was so frightened that they thought a memorial service was being held.

High up in the stands, strong teams are gathered.

Kenji Fujima of Shohoku crossed his arms and looked serious.

Akira Sendoh of Ryonan held a lemon tea in his hand, a signature lazy smile on his lips.

"How can Lin Bei sleep soundly when faced with a monster like Maki Shinichi?"

"The duel between those two is the main course today."

Sendoh took a sip of tea, his eyes filled with amusement.

Suddenly, all the lights in the venue went out.

A tremendous cheer erupted like a tsunami.

"They're here!!!"

The Purple and Gold Army took the lead.

Shinichi Maki walked at the front, wearing a coat, exuding an aura of royalty that drew screams from countless fans.

Immediately afterwards, a red storm swept in.

Led by Akagi, the five tigers of Shohoku fought their way out.

Amidst a chorus of "Hainan will win!"

Lin Bei walked at the back, picked at his ear, and looked disgusted.

"It's so noisy."

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the noise, precisely meeting the look that Shinichi Maki was giving him.

Lin Bei's lips curled slightly:

"Ready to get a beating, old man?"

……

The atmosphere on the field began as the two teams warmed up.

It was so hot it looked like it could spark.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a figure with the word "arrogant" etched on his forehead suddenly darted into the middle of the field.

No. 10 for the Hainan team, a first-year student, Kiyota Nobunaga.

This guy is practically a wild monkey that's drunk five cans of Red Bull.

He put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

That demonic laughter had a penetrating effect, instantly causing mental pollution to those around it.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hainan is experiencing its strongest weather event ever this year! Do you know why?!"

Kiyota Nobunaga looked around, his face practically screaming "Come praise me!" as if the spotlight in the stadium was his own.

The entire audience was stunned, and even the Shohoku players who were warming up leaned back tactically.

Where did this eye-catching bag come from?

Kiyota Nobunaga suddenly pointed to his nose and roared in a megaphone-like voice:

"That's because of the addition of me, the absolute best newcomer—Kiyota Nobunaga!"

"Hahahaha!"

A brief silence fell over the scene, as if everyone had been silenced.

Immediately, the audience erupted in boos.

"Whose kid isn't properly leashed?"

"His breath is worse than athlete's foot."

"We came to see Amu, not to watch a monkey show!"

Kiyota Nobunaga's forehead veins bulged as he prepared to confront this group of "ordinary people".

Suddenly, I felt a sense of oppression coming from behind me, as if I had been locked onto by some giant creature.

He turned around abruptly.

What came into view was a head of striking red hair.

And that face that screams "I'm the best in the world."

"Yo."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, holding the ball, looked at Kiyota with a mixture of mockery and indifference in his eyes.

"Oh, it's just a wild monkey."

Kiyota Nobunaga instantly bristled, his finger trembling as he pointed at Sakuragi:

"You're... that red-haired guy from Shohoku!"

"I remember now, you're that novice who got thrashed by Fukuda from Ryonan!"

"What did you say?!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's red hair stood on end instantly, as if his anger gauge was about to burst.

This is his Achilles' heel!

Before Sakuragi could even unleash his fury, Kiyota Nobunaga suddenly launched a sneak attack.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Kiyota's hand speed was astonishing; he slapped the basketball out of Sakuragi's hand.

"Hmph, an amateur is an amateur. Can't even hold the ball properly, is that all?"

Kiyota Nobunaga darted forward and caught the ball in his hand.

He then retreated a few meters, assumed a fighting stance, and sported a villainous, crooked smile.

"Watch closely! This is real dribbling!"

Before he finished speaking, Kiyota had already switched to "fierce as a tiger" mode.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The basketball darted wildly between his legs and behind him, moving so fast it almost left a blur.

With his center of gravity extremely low, he was like a spinning top at high speed, and every movement was full of showmanship.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

"So fast!"

"That hand speed... how many years of being single did it take to develop that skill?"

"No wonder he dares to be so arrogant, he's got some skills after all!"

Hearing the praises around him, Kiyota Nobunaga's vanity swelled to an explosive level.

He dribbled the ball wildly while shouting triumphantly at Sakuragi:

"Red-haired monkey! I only have one thing to tell you..."

"On this field, only the strong have the right to speak!"

"And I, Kiyota Nobunaga..."

Kiyota got more and more carried away with his talk, and his hand movements began to become unrestrained, even attempting a behind-the-back crossover without looking at the ball.

However, the "three-second coolness rule" may be late, but it has arrived.

Just as he was about to show off a difficult spin, his finger slipped slightly.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed hard against the instep, bounced off, and rolled to Sakuragi Hanamichi's feet.

The previously shocked audience fell silent instantly.

Then, bursts of laughter erupted!

"Pfft~ Hahaha! This was a maneuver in the atmosphere!"

"That's awkward. As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's everyone else who's embarrassed!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was stunned for a moment.

He then burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face, and he almost rolled on the ground in pain.

"Hahaha! Is this all you mean by 'one sentence'?"

"That wild monkey really is a wild monkey; he can't even dribble a ball properly! It's hilarious!"

Kiyota Nobunaga's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

My whole body was trembling, and I felt like I could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of my toes:

"You're so long-winded!"

"It was just a mistake! It was an accident, you understand!"

Just as the two "monkeys" were pecking at each other like elementary school students, a cold figure walked over.

Rukawa Kaede picked up the ball that had rolled away without expression, glancing indifferently at Qing and the other two:

"You big idiot."