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

No one dared to speak.

Because that face was just too funny.

Miyagi had to pinch his thigh tightly to prevent himself from bursting into laughter like a pig.

Akagi's gaze finally settled on the corner of the sofa.

There, Rukawa Kaede was still sound asleep, but he was tightly clutching the "tool of the crime" in his hand.

The suspect was caught red-handed, and the evidence was irrefutable.

The veins on Akagi's forehead bulged, as if they were about to burst.

He strode over and raised his iron fist, which was as big as a clay pot.

"Rukawa Kaede!!!"

"Bang!"

A physical wake-up service filled with "love".

Rukawa was knocked off the sofa and rolled off, his head hitting the floor with a crisp "thud".

He opened his eyes blankly, clutching the large lump that had suddenly swelled up.

Those dead fish eyes were filled with the question: Who am I? Where am I? Who attacked me?

"Gorilla... what are you doing...?"

Rukawa stared at Akagi's face for a second, stunned.

Then, the corner of that perpetually expressionless mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"puff."

That soft laugh completely ignited the powder keg.

"You dare laugh?!"

Enraged, Akagi chased after Rukawa, ready to start a full-blown fight.

Behind Akagi, Sakuragi Hanamichi was facing away from everyone, his shoulders shaking violently and making a "kukuku" sound, clearly laughing so hard he couldn't take care of himself.

Lin Bei shook his head helplessly as he watched this scene.

These guys have an excessive amount of energy.

……

The faculty and staff office of Shohoku High School.

The "life and death list" that terrifies countless sports students was surrounded by people.

"Passed! Passed!!"

Miyagi Ryota was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he wished he could kowtow twice to his math teacher on the spot.

Although it was just a slight sliver across the line.

But in his eyes, it was no different from getting a perfect score.

At this moment, he is a top student!

Mitsui Hisashi then triumphantly tossed his non-existent, flowing bangs:

"Hmph, I told you I'm an intelligent player."

"Nothing is too difficult for me if I want to learn."

Lin Bei glanced at him and mercilessly exposed his mistake:

"If you hadn't gotten that last big question right by sheer luck, you'd be on your way to tutoring right now, you're a genius."

Mitsui's face stiffened: "Enough with the nonsense! Luck is also a part of skill! Don't you understand its value?!"

On the other side, Sakuragi Hanamichi was staring intently at his grades, as if trying to bore a hole through them.

"What?!"

Sakuragi was struck dumb, his entire body turning ashen instantly, and the background music "Yi Jian Mei" started playing automatically.

"Failed... This genius actually failed..."

"It's over... the national tournament... Ms. Haruko..."

"My youth has come to an end..."

Just as Sakuragi was about to commit seppuku on the spot to atone for his sins, a large hand patted his shoulder.

Akagi Takenori said in a deep voice:

"Look below."

Sakuragi looked in the direction of the finger.

At the very bottom of the exam paper was a line of small, bold characters that seemed to penetrate the paper:

[Given that enough points were awarded for each step, I'd barely pass.]

This will not be repeated.

The final score column was boldly changed to "Pass" in red pen.

"Ooooooo!!!"

Sakuragi instantly recovered fully.

Running wildly down the corridor with the exam paper in hand, like a savage at the end of his ancestral land:

"I'm a genius!!"

"Hahaha! Who else?!"

At the end of the corridor, Aota Tatsuhiko from the judo club walked out with a smug look on his face.

Upon seeing Akagi, Aota sneered, "Don't get too cocky, Akagi."

"I've passed that stage too."

Qingtian gritted his teeth; clearly, this process was no easier than the journey to the West.

Akagi looked down at his childhood rival and said, "That's good. Don't let him fail to even make it past the first round and disgrace Kanagawa."

"Damn it! I'll show you by winning the championship!"

Qingtian waved his fist, "As for you guys, don't lose too badly in the national tournament!"

That's impossible.

Akagi turned around, his back as imposing as a mountain, exuding an aura of superiority:

"Because we want to dominate the whole country."

……

Now that the crisis of needing to retake the exam is over.

The next major event is preparing for IH.

The atmosphere inside the basketball court was solemn.

Coach Anzai sat in a folding chair, his glasses reflecting light so that his expression was obscured, making him look like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Everyone."

Akagi stood at the front of the group, his voice booming: "There are 10 days left until the National Tournament begins."

"In order to adapt to the high-intensity competition pace, we have decided to conduct a week-long closed training camp."

"The location is set in Shizuoka Prefecture."

"The school we're going to visit is Changcheng High School, which is coached by Coach Anzai's junior."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd.

"Changcheng High School?"

"That overlord of Shizuoka Prefecture?" Mitsui's eyes narrowed, somewhat surprised.

"I heard their ace is very strong." Miyagi stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Lin Bei stood at the end of the line and yawned.

Changcheng High School...

If I remember correctly, in the original story, Xiangbei went to Changcheng for training and ended up getting badly beaten.

Of course, that was without Sakuragi and Coach Anzai leading the team.

"but……"

Coach Anzai suddenly spoke up.

His chubby fingers tapped lightly on his knee as he spoke slowly:

"Sakuragi-kun."

"exist!"

Sakuragi immediately stood at attention, looking expectant.

Are you going to arrange some kind of secret special training for this genius?

For example, a special move or something similar?

Or is it the legendary "secret weapon" certification?

"You stay."

"You don't need to go on this expedition."

Coach Anzai said with a smile, his tone as gentle as a killer's.

"Huh?!"

Sakuragi froze, and then cracked.

"Why...why?"

"Dad?!"

"Why did you abandon this genius?!"

"I want to go to Shizuoka too! I want to beat up that guy, Tsuneo Sei!"

"Don't you love this genius anymore?!"

Sakuragi rushed up to Coach Anzai.

He pinched Coach Anzai's bouncy chin and kneaded it wildly, as if he were kneading dough.

"Your foundation is still too weak."

"Going to practice matches won't help your development at this stage."

What you need is targeted training.

Coach Anzai allowed Sakuragi to ravage him, his tone remaining eerily calm.

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

"I'm going! I'm going to defeat Chang Cheng!"

"I'm going to become famous throughout Japan!"

"I want to eat Shizuoka's local specialties!"

Sakuragi started throwing a tantrum on the ground, like a 300-pound child.

Akagi's forehead veins throbbed, and he was about to drag this shameless guy out to give him a physical shock.

"coach."

Lin Bei, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward.

All eyes were on him.

Lin Bei stood with his hands in his pockets, a confident smile on his face that said, "I can handle this."

"I think we should let Sakuragi go."

Coach Anzai's glasses gleamed: "Oh? What brilliant idea does Lin Bei have?"

Actually...

"You can also get special training there."

Lin Bei took out a black and gold card from his pocket and waved it.