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

"Crunch—!!"

The sneakers screeched as they rubbed against the floor.

Maki Shinichi was horrified to discover that his legs were tied in a knot.

My vision tilted, and the world spun around me.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience.

That arrogant emperor of Kanagawa, that Maki Shinichi with monstrous physical abilities.

My legs went weak, as if my bones had been removed.

To avoid landing face down.

He could only support himself with one hand and kneel heavily on one knee!

Boom!

The dull thud of the knee hitting the floor struck everyone's heart like a hammer blow.

The air freezes.

The microphone in the commentator's hand fell to the table with a "thud".

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

What did they see?

The Imperial Pastures of Hainan...

Kneeling before Lin Bei?

Maki, who ruled Kanagawa for three years and never suffered a defeat in a one-on-one duel.

He was so impressed by a first-year student that he knelt down and performed a grand salute on the spot?!

"Holy crap..."

I don't know who swore first, but then the whole stadium erupted.

Lin Bei ignored the madness around him.

He failed to capitalize on the opportunity to dribble past his opponent and score.

Instead, he stopped and stood in front of Maki Shinichi, who was kneeling on one knee.

The basketball remained in his hands.

He lowered his head slightly, his crimson-gold eyes looking down at the former king before him.

There was no mockery, only a sense of indifference taken for granted.

"Is the view clearer when you're kneeling to watch the game?"

These words, though spoken softly, were like a rusty saw, brutally slicing open Maki Shinichi's pride.

Mu Shenyi suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lin Bei.

shame!

This is a million times more humiliating than losing to Sannoh in the national tournament!

"asshole!!"

A sharp, angry roar broke the standoff.

A figure rushed over like a madman.

Kiyota Nobunaga.

Seeing Mu Shenyi being humiliated, the wild monkey lost its reason and charged at Lin Bei with bared teeth and claws.

He wanted to foul, he wanted to hit someone, he wanted to tear this arrogant bastard to pieces.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

Kiyota roared, his voice trembling with tears.

Lin Bei didn't even turn his head, but merely glanced sideways, his crimson-gold eyes coldly sweeping over.

hum-

Kiyota Nobunaga's body seemed to be paused, suddenly freezing in place.

What kind of look is that?

Cold and violent, that's the look in the eyes of a predator at the top of the food chain when it looks at its prey.

It was as if if he dared to move even a finger, he would be torn to shreds in the next second.

Fear was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

Kiyota's waving fist froze in mid-air, trembling violently, but it just wouldn't come down.

"roll."

Lin Bei's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word.

Kiyota's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

It felt like I had just been pulled out of the water while drowning, and my back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

One look was enough to paralyze a rising star from Hainan!

Lin Bei withdrew his gaze and looked back at Mu Shenyi, who was kneeling on the ground.

"It's not over yet, Your Majesty."

Lin Bei grabbed the ball with his right hand and raised it high.

Right above Maki Shinichi's head.

No dribbling, no passing.

Pull it up directly from the spot!

The movements were graceful and elegant, a stark contrast to the brutal swaying he had just made.

The basketball traced a perfect parabola, soaring over Maki Shinichi's head and hurtling towards the basket with a deadly force.

Swish!

The crisp sound of the net being pierced was like the death knell.

21: 20.

The score has been reversed.

Lin Bei landed without even glancing at the basket, then turned around, leaving everyone with an aloof and arrogant silhouette.

He reached out and tugged at his jersey collar, his voice cold and domineering, echoing in the deathly silent stadium.

"On this field."

"Those who defy me."

"Even emperors have to kneel before me."

……

Hainan rest area.

"Snap!"

Coach Gao Touli's folding fan broke completely in two.

This fan, which has witnessed countless glories of Hainan, is now twisted into a joke.

Gao Touli's face was ashen, and his hands were trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

It wasn't anger, it was fear.

"What...what kind of monster is this...?"

tactics?

Cooperate?

experience?

It's all nonsense in front of this unreasonable man!

This is simply a case of being outmatched!

He looked at Maki Shinichi, who hadn't stood up for a long time.

It seems that Hainan's soul has been severed.

The mountain that symbolized "eternal victory" collapsed.

……

In the stands.

Hanagata Toru gripped the railing tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

"He stumbled... Maki Shinichi..."

"And it was this kind of humiliating punishment..."

Hanagata's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He turned to look at Fujima: "Fujima, if it were you..."

"I can't do it."

Fujima interrupted Hanagata.

His gaze was fixed intently on Lin Bei, a hint of trembling excitement flashing in his eyes.

"That kind of change of direction isn't just about speed."

"In that instant, he completely took over Maki Shinichi's body rhythm."

"It's like... playing a puppet show."

Fujima took a deep breath:

"Is this Lin Bei's true strength?"

"In our previous matches, he was basically just stomping on newbies in the beginner's village."

……

Xiangbei Rest Area.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

Even the lawless Sakuragi Hanamichi was speechless, his mouth agape and his face blank.

"That middle-aged man...really knelt down?"

Sakuragi rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.

The muscular monster who knocked him senseless bowed deeply to Lin Bei?

Rukawa Kaede didn't say anything.

But his clenched fists and slightly trembling body betrayed the turmoil within him.

Is this the difference?

Do not!

This is the goal!

"So...so handsome..."

Haruko Akagi covered her mouth, her eyes filled with admiration.

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, and the reflection in the lenses flashed by.

"Ho ho ho..."

"It seems the remnants of the old era should step down."

On the field.

Lin Bei slowly walked back to the halfway point.

As he passed by Kiyota Nobunaga, who was still trembling, he paused and gave a disdainful snort.

Then, he looked at Maki Shinichi, who had just stood up and whose face was full of gloom.

"Shall we continue?"

"I don't mind doing this level of knee rehabilitation exercises with you a few more times."

Lin Bei's lips curled up slightly, his smile full of provocation.

Maki Shinichi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in his chest.

After all, he is a seasoned veteran, and his mentality can be adjusted very quickly.

He knew that if things collapsed now, the game would truly be over.

"The game isn't over yet."

Maki Shinichi's voice was hoarse, but still firm: "I will get my revenge tenfold."

"Yeah?"

Lin Bei shrugged, looking nonchalant. "I'm looking forward to it."

"but……"

Lin Bei pointed to his eyes, the crimson-gold light of which became even more eerie.

"Before my eyes."

"All your struggles are just a clown's performance."

The game continues.

But everyone knows that the flavor has changed.

This was no longer an ordinary county-level competition final.

This is a coronation ceremony for a new king.

And that boy named Lin Bei was stepping on the old king's knee.

Step by step, they ascended to that supreme throne!