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

"Fukuda, you need to calm down."

"We need to defend, and you..."

"I know!"

Fukuda interrupted the coach for the first time, extremely rudely, yet with unwavering determination.

He pointed to the number 7 player on the field, who was teetering on the edge.

"Don't worry about Sendoh, just let me play..."

Two flames burned in Fukuda's eyes—a desire for victory and, more importantly, trust in that man.

"He will definitely win."

"I will definitely help him win."

Taoka Shigeichi was stunned.

After a long while, the stern coach closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was sharp as a knife.

"Go, Fukuda!"

"This is the last minute, forget about defense, forget about fouls."

"Attack! Score!"

"Go and get those damn points back!"

"yes!!"

Fukuda roared, ripped off his training uniform, and strode toward the technical table.

Ryonan has changed its players.

Defensive stalwart Ikemura and offensive spearhead Fukuda Kichijou are on the field!

The moment Fukuda stepped onto the court, Sendoh looked up.

The two looked at each other.

A bright smile suddenly bloomed on Sendoh's pale face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Ah Fu, you've arrived."

Sendoh extended his fist.

"We will win!"

Looking at that smile, Fukuda's tense nerves relaxed.

He stretched out his fist and slammed it in.

"That's right, we will win!"

……

In the stands.

Lin Beizheng watched this scene of "deep brotherly affection" with great interest.

"Tsk, it's already on fire?"

He chewed on the air, like a detached bystander.

"Taoka is planning to fight to the death, letting Fukuda, that mad dog, out now."

Just then.

A strange chill crept up my spine.

It didn't come from the field, but from a kind of... intuition.

A chilling premonition.

He instinctively turned around and saw two staff members at the entrance anxiously looking around.

They are looking for someone.

The direction is... the Shohoku stands.

"Lin Bei, classmate?"

"Is Lin Bei here?"

The sound was faint, but Lin Bei heard it.

His brows furrowed instantly, and his heart skipped a beat.

This feeling... is very unpleasant.

"Hey, Master, someone's looking for you."

"Are you a fan?"

"Which beautiful woman is it?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi nudged him, looking on with a gossipy expression.

Something's happened.

Lin Bei stood up, his face frighteningly gloomy.

His usual languid and playful demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling solemnity.

He ignored Sakuragi and strode towards the corridor.

"This is Lin Bei. What's up?"

The staff member, a girl wearing glasses, was startled by the sudden burst of low-pressure energy emanating from Lin Bei.

"Ah... um, Lin Bei."

The girl frantically picked up the walkie-talkie.

"The conference headquarters received an urgent call. The caller said... there was something very important and they needed to contact you immediately."

"Telephone?"

Lin Bei's pupils contracted slightly.

In this day and age, being able to call the stadium headquarters to find someone is no small matter.

And at this time...

"lead the way."

……

"What happened?"

"Lin Bei looks like he's about to kill someone," Mitsui Hisashi said worriedly.

Rukawa Kaede watched Lin Bei's departing figure, lost in thought.

It didn't sound like anger; it sounded like he had thought of something terrible.

General Office of the Conference

Lin Bei grabbed the phone.

"I am Lin Bei."

A woman's voice, trembling with sobs, came from the other end of the phone: "Lin Beijun... Waaah..."

"Haruko?"

"Don't cry, calm down. Tell me what happened?"

Lin Bei's voice turned somber, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the receiver.

"The hospital just called..."

"Coach Anzai... he suddenly collapsed at home..."

boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Lin Bei's mind.

Although I had read the original work and knew about this calamity.

But when it actually happens, the impact is still so strong it's suffocating.

That fat old man who always chuckled.

The wise man who always indulged his laziness, yet also enlightened him when he was lost.

He's fallen?

An indescribable emotion surged into his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it.

He can't afford to make a mess of things right now.

Which hospital?

His voice was frighteningly calm, like that of an emotionless machine.

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Bei glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Haruko, go to the hospital right now, don't panic."

"Leave the rest to me."

"I will arrange for the best doctor."

hang up the phone.

Lin Bei stood in the office and remained silent for three seconds.

Outside the window, cheers from inside the stadium came like a tsunami.

That was the final battle between Sendoh and Maki Shinichi, a testament to the passion of youth.

But at this moment, Lin Bei only felt the noise.

He turned and pushed open the door, his eyes no longer showing any languor, but only a chilling sharpness.

……

The air inside the stadium was so hot it felt like it was about to explode, and every breath smelled of burning.

However, in one corner of the stands, the air pressure was frighteningly low.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei didn't waste any words and turned to look at the Xiangbei team who were still struggling with the score.

His eyes were as cold as knives, and even someone as oblivious as Sakuragi Hanamichi felt his scalp tingle.

"Stop looking."

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable ruthlessness.

"Everyone, follow me, immediately!"

"Huh? But..."

"Master, this is the decisive round, it's about to begin..."

Sakuragi pointed at Sendoh, who was locked in a fierce battle with Maki Shinichi on the field, looking completely bewildered.

"Coach Anzai has collapsed."

These words were like a nuclear bomb, exploding right in the head of everyone at Shohoku.

Sakuragi's hand froze in mid-air, like a robot stuck in a cassette tape.

The water in Mitsui Hisashi's hand slammed to the ground with a "clatter," splashing water all over his trouser leg.

Ayako covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Even Rukawa Kaede's perpetually icy expression couldn't hold back any longer, staring intently at Lin Bei.

That white-haired old man who was always smiling and never got angry while pinching his chin... has fallen?

"Don't just stand there! Go to the hospital!"

Ryota Miyagi was the first to come to his senses. His voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed charcoal, and he roared with red eyes.

A group of people rushed toward the exit like madmen.

"boom--!"

A beast-like roar of an engine boomed through the street.

Everyone turned around and saw Lin Bei open the scissor door of a silver-gray supercar.

Its arrogant, streamlined body and ferocious roar.

He was practically the epitome of "out of place" on this crowded street.

His gaze was fixed on Ayako, whose face was deathly pale.

This girl is usually cool and sassy, ​​but right now she's completely panicked, and her hands are trembling.

"Ayako, get in the car." Lin Bei pointed to the passenger seat.

"But……"

Ayako was still hesitating, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"No buts!"

"You're the manager, you know more about the coach's condition than they do, you need to go there first!"

Without saying a word, Lin Bei shoved Cai Zi inside.

He then looked at the others and said, "I'll wait for you at the hospital."

"Don't worry! We'll crawl over there!" Mitsui Hisashi gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"boom--!"

The accelerator was welded shut, and the silver-gray supercar let out a roar.

The tires rubbed violently against the asphalt road, kicking up a pungent cloud of white smoke.

The next second, the car, like a silver lightning bolt, forcefully cut into the main road, leaving afterimages even in its taillights.