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

"Huh? Report card?" Sakuragi was taken aback.

That's something only ordinary people would care about.

This genius only needs basketball...

Koike pulled a stack of test papers from the podium.

The bright red score was blinding.

"Sakuragi-kun, I don't want to discourage you, but school rules are unforgiving."

Ms. Koike's lips curled into a smile of smug satisfaction, like a hunter watching its prey fall into its trap.

"Failing more than four courses will disqualify you from participating in the national competition."

Boom—!

A bolt from the blue cleaved Sakuragi's skull open.

Cherry wood petrifies, cracks, and weathers with the wind.

The large face instantly paled, and its mouth gaped open wide enough to fit two basketballs.

"what?"

"ah???"

A piercing scream pierced through the teaching building.

The sparrows on the playground were so frightened that they all crashed their planes.

……

The bell rang, and the corridor was bustling with noise.

Sakuragi's seat has become a "5A-level tourist attraction".

Of course, people didn't come to worship a genius; they came to pay their respects to the deceased.

"Tsk tsk tsk, tragic, utterly tragic."

Oonan Yuji held a test paper in his hand, as if he were reading alien script: "9 points in math? Hanamichi, did you dance on this test paper?"

"This is even more amazing."

Chuichiro Noma laughed so hard he sounded like a goose.

"I got 14 points in English, even though I guessed all C's."

"Seven points left? Even if you stomp on it blindfolded, it'd be higher than that!"

Takamiya Nozomi crunched on a potato chip and mercilessly added, "That's because I have a big weight advantage."

Yohei Mito sighed and took the last picture: "36 points in Mandarin, MVP of the game."

Seven exam papers were laid out in a row on the table, all in red.

The true "Grand Slam" is simply the reverse.

"Hahaha! Flower arrangement, you truly are a genius!"

"To get this score, avoiding all the correct answers is a skill in itself!"

The Sakuragi Army laughed until they were breathless, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

Sakuragi slumped in his chair, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

The devil's whisper kept looping in my mind... "Cannot participate in the national competition."

Unable to participate...

To lose face in front of all the teachers and students, especially Haruko?

Do we still want to watch that damned fox, Rukawa Kaede, steal the limelight?

"Unforgivable..."

Sakuragi's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face turning from deathly pale to a deep red, and finally resembling a boiled crab.

"I'm Sakuragi Hanamichi, the genius!"

……

The atmosphere in the teachers' office was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Several core subject teachers, holding teacups, scrutinized the row of "criminals" in front of them with piercing eyes.

Takenori Akagi, a tough guy who dared to stand up to even the Hainan emperor, Shinichi Maki.

At this moment, his waist was bent at a ninety-degree angle, as humble as a primary school student who had made a mistake.

"Teacher! Please!"

Akagi's voice was loud but tinged with sorrow:

"Please have mercy and give these idiots another chance!"

"Please make them retake the exam! Please!!"

Behind him, the "Four Great Kings" of Shohoku stood in various poses.

Rukawa Kaede could fall asleep standing up, his head bobbing up and down like he was kowtowing.

Miyagi was covered in sweat, his eyes darting around.

Mitsui tried to look cool with his hands in his pockets, but his slightly trembling legs betrayed him.

As for Sakuragi... he was staring wide-eyed at the figure sitting in the teacher's seat drinking tea.

"Master?!"

Sakuragi almost cracked his voice.

Lin Bei was drinking tea and chatting happily with several teachers.

Their style was completely different from that of these "labor reform prisoners".

"Lin Bei is first in the grade again this time."

The math teacher grinned from ear to ear, "Good at sports, and top-notch in academics too."

Lin Bei calmly drank his tea.

I glanced at the "troop of problem children" next to me.

He shrugged, his tone smug: "Teacher, you flatter me. It's mainly because my colleagues make me look good in comparison."

puff--!

Miyagi and Mitsui almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Murder and kill!

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

The teacher tapped the desk, heartbroken:

"Akagi, you are a good student, and Lin Bei is also a role model."

"But these four guys..."

He shook Sakuragi's test paper: "The fill-in-the-blank question asked for the formula for the area of ​​a circle, and he drew a basketball! He even wrote 'A genius's touch is the formula!' This is an insult to mathematics!"

Sakuragi puffed out his chest, speaking with righteous indignation: "Of course it is! I could tell it was round just by touching it..."

"Shut up!"

Akagi turned around abruptly, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and then bowed deeply once more:

"I'm sorry, teacher! It's my fault for not disciplining my child properly!"

"Give them a chance, and I'll definitely keep an eye on them while they review!"

"We will absolutely not allow them to get such insulting scores again!"

In order to dominate the country, and to take this bunch of idiots to that stage.

Akagi Takenori was willing to risk breaking his head in the process.

"Hey, gorilla!"

"What are you doing!"

"There's no need to grovel before them," Sakuragi said dismissively.

Akagi slammed his iron fist into Sakuragi's head, making a crisp sound.

"Ouch!!" Sakuragi crouched down, clutching his head in defense.

"You idiot!!"

Akagi roared, spittle flying everywhere.

"Who do you think I'm doing this for?!"

The roar echoed.

Kogure, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was sweating profusely. Ayako sighed and rubbed her forehead, "There's just no way to deal with these clowns..."

Just when the situation was at a stalemate—

"Hahaha! How embarrassing, Akagi!"

A boastful and gloating voice rang out.

Judo club captain Tatsuhiko Aota stood at the doorway, hands on his hips, looking smug.

"All four main generals are dead?"

"A team like this wants to dominate the nation? That's laughable!"

"Let's disband this club as soon as possible and let Sakuragi join my judo club!"

Akagi gritted his teeth: "Aota... what are you doing here? Don't tell me the entire judo club passed!"

Qingtian sneered, pointing his thumb at himself with his nostrils flared: "Of course not."

"I'm the only one who failed!"

His tone was so proud, as if he had gotten the highest score in the whole school.

The entire room fell silent.

next second.

Pfft!

Just moments ago, Aota Tatsuhiko was all arrogant and overbearing.

With an incredibly smooth, Dove-like motion, she slid directly to her knees in front of the teacher's desk.

The floor was polished to a shine by knees.

He clasped his hands together, and tears and snot instantly streamed down his face.

"Teacher~~~~!!"

“Help!!”

"The judo club is doomed without me!!"

"I'm going to be the national champion!!"

"Please, please give me a chance to retake the exam!!"

This series of "showing off and then kneeling down" moves was so smooth and seamless that it left everyone dumbfounded.

A few seconds of deathly silence followed.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!!"

Sakuragi pointed at Aota, laughing maniacally until tears streamed down his face: "Hahahaha! So you're an idiot too! You're the only one who failed! Hahahaha!"

Miyagi and Mitsui clutched their stomachs and laughed hysterically.

Even Lin Bei couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This Aota Tatsuhiko is also an exceptional individual.

Akagi watched this scene, sighed deeply, and pressed his throbbing temples.

A bunch of hopeless idiots...

……

Finally, under Akagi's sincere (and Aota's tantrums) offensive, the teachers relented.

"The makeup exam is tomorrow; this is your last chance."

Stepping out of the office, the sunlight in the corridor was blinding.

Akagi turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"Did you hear that?"

"All club activities are suspended tonight; everyone come to my house!"

"I'm going to undergo Spartan-style hellish training!"

"Who dares to run..."

He cracked his knuckles, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound:

"I'll kill him!"