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

"Shut up! Idiot!"

"Don't choose such a disgusting name!"

Akagi punched Sakuragi, splashing water everywhere.

in the corner.

Coach Anzai was soaking in a small wooden tub by himself, his face flushed.

He felt that the pent-up frustration in his chest from the past few years seemed to have dissipated considerably.

Looking at the group of energetic teenagers in front of him and listening to their noise, the old man's eyes became even more kind.

This is youth.

This is Shohoku.

Lin Bei leaned against the rock, gazing at the starry sky.

He smiled slightly.

Is it Changcheng High School?

Perfect, I'll use it as a whetstone for these guys.

If it were that Mikoshiba, he should be able to put some pressure on Rukawa and Sakuragi right now, right?

However, it's only a small part.

……

The third day, early morning.

A luxury bus was parked in front of the hotel, with the words "Shohoku High School" printed on its side.

Everyone, full of energy, carried their luggage and boarded the bus one by one. After a day of intensive training and hot spring recuperation, everyone was in peak condition.

Akagi Takenori stood at the car door, counting the number of people.

"Is everyone here?"

"All of them are here!"

"Set off!"

The engine roared.

The bus slowly drove out of the mountains and forests, heading towards Shizuoka Prefectural Chosei High School.

Inside the car, Sakuragi Hanamichi was leaning against the window, making faces at the monkeys outside.

Rukawa Kaede was catching up on sleep while wearing headphones.

Miyagi and Ayako are "discussing tactics".

Mitsui is checking his knee brace.

Lin Bei sat in the last row, watching the scenery rushing past the window with a calm expression.

Changcheng High School.

I hope you are ready.

Because the current Shohoku team is a group of demons who have just crawled out of hell.

Especially that bald guy, he's really holding back a lot of energy right now.

He wants to promote his "toilet defense method" to the world.

……

The red letters on the scoreboard were as glaring as freshly spilled blood.

108: 89.

This isn't a competition; it's a one-sided, devastating attack.

The air seemed to freeze inside the Changcheng High School gymnasium.

There were no cheers, only heavy breathing and a feeling of "mental breakdown" spreading.

The Changcheng High School team members lay sprawled on the floor, their chests heaving violently.

His eyes were unfocused as he stared at the ceiling, like a dead fish that had just been slammed onto the beach by a giant wave.

Mikoshiba was among them.

He is Chang Cheng's ace, Shizuoka Prefecture's MVP, and a formidable player who reached the top eight nationally.

But at this moment, he felt like a primary school student who had just learned to dribble, being rubbed into the ground by that group of red-clothed monsters.

"Huff... huff..."

Mikoshiba felt like he had swallowed burning coals; when he propped himself up, his arms were trembling.

At the far end of the line of sight, the red-haired bald man was squatting on the ground tying his shoelaces, looking relaxed and content.

Sakuragi Hanamichi.

This name was a joke an hour ago; now it's a nightmare.

"hateful……"

Mikoshiba's teeth were grinding together.

My mind was filled with that weird "toilet defense method".

His center of gravity was lower than that of a sumo wrestler, and his posture was so comical that it looked like he was squatting in the toilet, and it was even a bit of an eyesore.

But I just can't get past it!

No matter how I changed direction, that red bald head stuck to me like a persistent leech.

That sense of oppression was like a moving wall of sighs!

"Hey, sir."

Sakuragi tied his shoelaces and bounced up like a spring.

He looked down at Mikoshiba, his bald head gleaming under the light, grinning to reveal a set of big white teeth.

"That's it?"

"My genius 'toilet defense method' is only just warmed up!"

Mikoshiba's lips twitched violently.

Losing to a move with such a name...

It's like throwing his dignity into the ground and trampling on it!

"You can't do it."

A cold voice interrupted.

Rukawa Kaede draped a towel over his head and walked by expressionlessly, his eyes so indifferent it was as if he were looking at thin air.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just scored 40 points against him.

Mikoshiba hardened his fist.

This first-grader is ridiculously strong.

Whether it's the speed of the start or the sudden stop and jump shot, it's something from another dimension.

Is this the level of Kanagawa?

Is this the team that brought down Hainan?

"Mikoshiba."

A large, calloused hand reached out in front of me.

It's Takenori Akagi.

"Stand up."

Akagi's voice was deep and resonant, exuding the calm and collected aura of a victor.

Mikoshiba was stunned.

He looked at Akagi's "gorilla-like" face.

He then glanced around at the Shohoku players, who, though exhausted, had fervent eyes.

Especially Lin Bei, who was sitting on the sidelines drinking water and whose hair was perfectly styled.

From beginning to end, that person acted as if they were watching a game of make-believe.

"Oh……"

Mikoshiba gave a bitter laugh, his arrogance shattering into nothingness.

He grabbed Akagi's hand and used it to get up.

"We lost."

Mikoshiba shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

"I accept defeat wholeheartedly."

……

The training week ended very quickly.

For Changcheng High School, this was a hellish week, but also a week of reshaping their values.

Three practice matches, three disastrous defeats.

The Shohoku team is like a tireless beast, evolving with every game they play.

Especially Sakuragi Hanamichi, who on the first day was just a crab that could only move sideways, but on the third day he actually learned to predict the passing route.

Coach Chang Cheng and Tang Chuan were horrified by what they saw, exclaiming, "It's a monster concentration camp!"

On the morning of the last day, at the entrance of the Yunyin Hot Spring Inn.

The bus engine roared, and the entire Shohoku team was ready to go.

Chang Cheng's teammates lined up to see him off. The atmosphere had long since lost its initial tension, replaced by awe after being defeated by a strong opponent.

"Akagi."

Mikoshiba stepped forward, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was resentment, there was envy, but mostly there was a sense of relief.

"Don't lose in the national tournament."

"If we lose to a weak team like that, where will Changcheng's reputation be?"

Akagi picked up his bag, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"rest assured."

"We have only one goal: to dominate the entire country."

Four words, resounding and powerful, with their own background music.

Mikoshiba took a deep breath and nodded emphatically:

"Alright! See you at the IH tournament."

"We won't be in such a sorry state this time."

"I'm available anytime."

Two large hands clasped tightly together; this was a promise between men.

"Lin Beijun!"

Mikoshiba suddenly shouted.

Lin Bei, who was wearing sunglasses and about to get in the car to catch up on sleep, stopped, turned around, adjusted his glasses, and said lazily, "What? Haven't you had enough of being tortured yet?"

Mikoshiba blushed, and, forcing a smile, shouted:

"Although I'm very unwilling... thank you all!"

"These past few days of competition have shown us the real gap!"

"Our Changcheng High School will become even stronger!"

"Thank you for your guidance!!"

Behind them, Chang Cheng's team members bowed in unison at a 90-degree angle, their voices echoing through the valley.

Lin Bei shrugged, looking nonchalant: "You're welcome."

The bus slowly drove away.

Sakuragi Hanamichi clung to the rear window of the car like a gecko, waving frantically.

"Hey! You there!"

"Next time we meet, this genius will shut you out!"

"Wash your neck clean and get ready, hehehe!"

Watching the bus drive away, Mikoshiba clenched her fist and suddenly smiled.

"Those bastards..."

"She's really hard to dislike."