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

Just as Lin Bei passed by Sen Chongkuan.

He casually leaned his shoulder against the wall.

The movements were as light as if they were squeezing onto a subway.

But at the moment of contact.

An extremely subtle force precisely cut into the blind spot of Morishige Hiroshi's center of gravity.

Lin Bei not only activated the "Murakuhara Atsushi" template, but also used Tai Chi and Bajiquan techniques.

"Um?"

For the first time, a look of astonishment, "This is not scientific," appeared on Morishige Hiroshi's previously blank face.

He felt as if his body had been hit by a tank, and the massive body tilted uncontrollably to one side.

"boom!!"

A loud bang.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the surrounding Mingpeng Industrial players.

That inside monster, who had never been knocked down before, actually fell to the ground in a sorry state.

It even slid two meters away on the smooth floor.

The entire room fell silent.

Even Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had just gotten up, was dumbfounded, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Morishige Hiroshi sat on the ground, looking up blankly.

Lin Bei stopped and turned his head slightly.

The sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of icy, bone-chilling eyes that looked down at the enormous creature on the ground.

Lin Bei's lips curled into an elegant yet provocative smile as he spoke softly.

He returned the other person's words verbatim:

"Oh, I'm sorry too."

"The road is too narrow."

"Next time... remember to lose some weight."

Everyone was shocked, and the aftershocks were still ongoing.

Lin Bei, the instigator of the riot, was acting as if nothing had happened.

He had one hand in his pocket, sunglasses on, and didn't care about anyone.

His languid demeanor made it seem as if it was someone else who had casually bumped into Morishige Hiroshi.

Behind him.

Sakuragi Hanamichi still maintains the "world-famous painting" pose with his dislocated jaw.

"Hey, Sakuragi."

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Lin Bei didn't even turn his head, his voice drifting over lazily, carrying a hint of irritating teasing.

Sakuragi jolted awake and snapped back to reality.

He glanced at Morishige Hiroshi, who was getting up from the ground and whose eyes were gradually turning red.

He glanced again at the seemingly thin figure in front of him.

"Wait for me! You bastard, Master!"

"This genius was just careless!"

"The floor is too slippery!"

"If I had to do it again, I'd definitely give him a 'King Kong Brother' style over-the-shoulder throw!"

Sakuragi took long strides and chased after him, still muttering defiantly, trying to save face.

"Yes, yes, geniuses always slip, and the floor is always oily," Lin Bei replied dismissively.

"You bastard master!"

"What kind of dismissive tone is that?!"

The banter between the two gradually faded away at the end of the passage.

He left behind only a group of onlookers.

……

The camera cuts to Osaka, hundreds of kilometers away.

This is a completely different instance from Kanagawa.

Noisy and hot.

The air was filled with the aroma of takoyaki sauce and loud, booming voices in Kansai dialect.

The background music seems to come with its own fast-paced drumbeats.

Hikoichi Aida walked through the crowd, carrying his signature shoulder bag and clutching a letter tightly in his hand.

The surrounding neon signs were flashing even more brightly than a disco.

But he felt isolated from the world.

"Ah Hui..."

Yan looked down at the familiar handwriting on the envelope.

Teruo Okawa, his best friend from junior high school.

In the letter, this guy Versailles stated that he joined Toyotama High School, a powerhouse in Osaka, and was promoted to the regular team in his first year of high school.

The entire text is brimming with smugness, as if to say, "I'm coming clean, I'm a genius."

[Yan Yi, did Ryonan make it to the IH tournament? Looking forward to teaching you a lesson at the national championships!]

Upon seeing this line of text, Yan Yi's steps felt as if they were made of lead.

My vision blurred instantly, and my nose felt sore, like I'd eaten a whole lemon.

IH tournament...

These words were a powerful weapon, piercing his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

"So close..."

Yan Yi sniffed, wiped her eyes hard, and tried to hold back her tears.

Seriously, it was just a tiny bit of luck away.

If Sendoh could score a few more Poké Balls...

If Captain Uozumi hadn't been sent off...

Unfortunately, competitive sports don't offer "what ifs," only results.

The bustling streets seemed to have been muted.

Yan Yi's thoughts drifted back uncontrollably.

It brought us to that afternoon filled with sweat and tears.

……

The memory filter is on, the tone is yellowish.

Lingnan Basketball Hall.

The setting sun shone through the high window and cast long shadows on the wooden floor.

The air was so stuffy it was suffocating.

That was the day after the county competition ended.

What was thought to be a routine training session turned into a "final chapter" farewell.

Jun Uozumi.

The captain and vice-captain, Ryoji Ikegami, who usually roared like King Kong.

The two men, dressed in white shirts, stood before everyone.

"Everyone."

Uozumi spoke, his voice hoarse.

Gone was the thunderous force of the past; instead, it exuded a sense of world-weariness, as if it had "seen through the illusions of the world."

"I'm already 18 years old."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

Finally, the image lingers on Sendoh and Fukuda, as if they are making their final arrangements.

"Starting today, I'm going to begin my spiritual practice."

"This is a promise I made to my father when I was a child."

"I am the only one in the family who can inherit the family business."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Off-road and Grassland stared wide-eyed at each other, their minds racing with thoughts.

"Cultivation?"

Uozumi took a deep breath.

It was as if he had used all his strength to roar out that dream that shocked everyone:

"My dream... is to be a chef!!"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence. Even the air seemed to freeze.

Even Sendoh, who was usually unfazed by the collapse of Mount Tai, slammed the basketball in his hand onto his foot with a "thud".

"A chef...a chef?!"

Off-road nearly dislocated his jaw. "Captain, you're going to be a chef?!"

Uozumi ignored the shock of the crowd.

The usually fierce and menacing giant now had red eyes, like a wronged 200-pound child.

His lips trembled, and his vision gradually blurred.

The memories of these past three years flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

The days when Coach Taoka would yell at me like a dog...

The grueling training that made you vomit bile...

That fateful "gorilla duel" with Takenori Akagi...

and also……

That regret of not being able to reach the national competition.

"What our generation can't grasp..."

Yu choked back tears.

Tears rolled down his rough cheeks and landed on his collar; each drop was a symbol of regret.

"From now on... I'm counting on you guys..."

He suddenly bent down and bowed deeply.

That mountain-like body appeared so fragile at this moment, yet so incredibly imposing.

"Moving...towards...the...nation..."

Each word felt like flesh and blood torn from the chest, burning hot.

"team leader!!"

Yan Yi could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"good!!"

All team members roared in unison.

The sound shattered the last rays of the setting sun, burning with a chilling intensity.

Uozumi raised his head and hastily wiped away his tears.

He slapped his large, fan-like hand heavily on the shoulder of the spiky-haired boy.

"The Path of Immortality".

"From now on, this ship, Ryonan."

"You're the captain now."