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

Sakuragi's arrogant demeanor instantly diminished.

Although I felt invincible just now.

But in front of Lin Bei, that sense of awe from the depths of his soul still instinctively arose.

Lin Bei yawned and looked Sakuragi up and down.

It's like looking at a perfectly crafted work of art that's just been created.

"How are you feeling?"

"Feel?"

Sakuragi paused for a moment, then excitedly gestured and danced with joy.

"This feels amazing!! Master!!"

"Everything has slowed down so much! And the ball is so obedient!"

"That middle-aged man is as slow as a snail!"

"Wow, playing basketball is so easy!"

"I could never learn those techniques no matter how hard I tried, but I understood them all at once just now!"

"Am I really a genius?!"

"Huh? I'm a genius, right?!"

Looking at Sakuragi, who was rambling incoherently and excitedly like a child who had just received a new toy.

Lin Bei smiled.

He reached out and ruffled the red hair like he was petting a dog; it felt pretty good.

"Um."

Lin Bei nodded, his tone unusually serious.

"Although sometimes I act like a fool."

"But he is indeed... a one-of-a-kind genius."

This moment.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was stunned.

This seems to be...

Is this the first time his master has praised him so seriously?

A tremendous joy exploded from the bottom of his heart, a hundred times more exhilarating than when he had just overpowered Maki Shinichi.

"Hahahaha!!"

"Even Master admitted it!!"

"I, Sakuragi Hanamichi, am truly the savior of the basketball world!!"

Watching Sakuragi laugh wildly, Rukawa Kaede silently drank his water.

A towel was placed over his head, obscuring his face.

"You big idiot."

He muttered a curse under his breath.

But the fingers gripping the water bottle were so tight they almost crushed it.

must……

Catch up with this idiot.

And... that monster.

Rukawa Kaede looked up at Lin Bei, his eyes burning with an unprecedented fervor.

Lin Bei seemed to sense something.

He turned his head and glanced at Rukawa Kaede, a playful smile curving his lips.

This fox was also provoked.

Now, the waters of Xiangbei have completely boiled over.

Coach Anzai stood up with a smile, his glasses reflecting the light, making him look just like Colonel Sanders.

"We won."

Only after Coach Anzai reminded them did everyone realize what was happening.

yes……

We won!

On the scoreboard, the bright red numbers are both cruel and fascinating.

88: 52.

The Shohoku bench was deathly silent.

No one spoke, and no one dared to breathe loudly.

This silence is not out of fear, but rather a forced shutdown of the cerebral cortex after being subjected to excessive stimulation.

Like a deep-sea diver suddenly bursting out of the water, experiencing that blank second before their lungs explode.

"Hehehe..."

Coach Anzai's signature laughter was like a key that unlocked Pandora's box called "carnival".

He pushed up his reflective glasses, and the soft flesh of his chin jiggled with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

That sound removed the immobilization buff from everyone.

"You...you won?"

"Yeah, we won!"

Kiminobu Kogure took off his glasses, wiped them hard, and put them back on.

Still 88:52.

"We won!!"

Miyagi Ryota launched himself into the air and clung to Mitsui Hisashi like a koala.

Regardless of whether Mitsui looked disgusted and tried to pull him off.

"We won! We crushed Hainan!!"

"That 'King of Hainan'...we lost to them!!"

The cheers erupted instantly, and the substitutes on the bench charged onto the field like a herd of wild horses.

Only Akagi Takenori.

This towering black man, nearly two meters tall, was standing on the side of the bench with his back to everyone, his broad shoulders twitching violently.

He covered his face tightly with both hands.

Not only sweat overflowed from between their fingers, but also tears that seemed to burst forth from a dam.

Three years.

From being ridiculed as a "lone wolf" in first grade to being eliminated in the first round of the county tournament in second grade.

Every night, he would wake up from nightmares.

They fear that "dominating the whole country" will ultimately be nothing more than empty talk that makes people laugh.

And now, this mountain has been weighing on the heads of all teams in Kanagawa for seventeen years.

The Hainan University Affiliated School collapsed.

They were razed to the ground by their own hands, Xiangbei.

Akagi cried like a 100-kilogram giant baby who had lost his beloved toy.

A suppressed sob escaped his throat, a mixture of grievance, release, and ecstasy...

A mix of emotions overwhelmed him, causing him to completely break down.

"That gorilla guy..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi grinned widely, about to go up and say something sarcastic.

But then I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes started to burn.

Lin Bei walked behind Akagi.

Seeing this tough man crying like this, a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear sound rang out.

Lin Bei was not polite at all.

A hard slap landed on Akagi's firm buttocks, the feel of which was excellent.

"Alright, Captain, stop your magic now."

"It's hard to mop up snot that drips onto the floor, and the cleaning lady will complain."

Akagi froze, his crying abruptly ceasing, like a duck being choked.

Before he could even lash out, Sakuragi Hanamichi had already pounced on him, making a ruckus.

One arm was tightly wrapped around Akagi's neck, and Akagi was hanging on him like a pendant.

"Hahahaha!"

"Gorilla! You're such an embarrassment!"

"Even this genius didn't cry!"

"Let's go! Let's get in line!"

Rukawa Kaede walked by expressionlessly, his gaze lingering on Akagi for a second.

He added in a low voice, "Captain, line up."

Akagi took a deep breath and vigorously wiped his face.

When she turned around, her eyes were red.

But his eyes shone with a frightening intensity, the light of a wild beast unleashed from its cage.

In the stands.

Haruko Akagi was already sobbing uncontrollably, covering her mouth with her hands.

My vision was blurred as I fixed my gaze on that tall figure.

"Brother...finally..."

"Congratulations……"

……

Compared to the chaotic scene at Shohoku, Hainan was practically a large-scale funeral.

Maki Shinichi stood on the sidelines, his chest heaving violently.

Lost.

This word was more foreign to him than an alien language.

Since donning that purple and gold jersey, he has been synonymous with "invincible" in Kanagawa.

Kiyota Nobunaga knelt on the floor, his fingernails digging into the floorboards.

She cried her heart out, completely losing her composure: "Damn it...damn it!!"

"That red-haired monkey...that sleepyhead..."

Jin Soichiro's eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

A corner of the audience seats.

Kenji Fujima stood up and took a deep look at the slightly hunched back of the person sitting on the sidelines.

Shinichi Maki, whom he once looked up to and regarded as his lifelong rival, has lost his crown.

"Amu..."

Fujima draped his coat over his shoulders, turned and left, leaving behind a soft whisper:

"Don't just collapse here, Maki."

"After all... you still have a chance."

"And me..."

……

They lined up in the center of the field.

The referee, seeing the huge score difference between the two sides, thought to himself that it was outrageous.

The whistle blew again.

"Shohoku wins!!"

"Thank you for your guidance!!"