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

The audience at Toyotama Stadium erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! Who's that?"

"That red-haired monk!"

"What an arrogant head!"

"That number 10! His eyes are so irritating!"

Boos erupted, and countless middle fingers were raised at Sakuragi, like some kind of eerie forest.

"Kishimoto!!"

Someone started the commotion: "Let's teach that number 10 a lesson!"

"Kill that red-haired monster!"

On the court, Kishimoto Minori, who was warming up, stopped her movements.

He flicked his ponytail, a sinister glint flashing in his narrow eyes as he fixed his gaze on the bald red-haired man.

"snort."

Kishimoto sneered, cracking his neck as he did so.

"I don't need your nonsense, I've wanted to kill this redhead for a long time."

Especially his eyes.

That look in their eyes, as if they were looking at trash.

"I'll make him regret being born."

In the stands, Takamiya Nozomi slapped his thigh gleefully:

"Wow! Ikebana has achieved the 'public enemy number one' status!"

"Being targeted before the fight even starts, truly a troublemaker."

Yohei Mito shrugged helplessly: "There's nothing I can do. What can I do when his head is so flashy?"

"Under the spotlight, he's practically a walking, talking light bulb; it's hard to stay low-key."

Inside the venue.

The Shohoku players are stretching.

Despite the harsh environment, everyone remained remarkably calm.

While stretching his legs, Miyagi Ryota nudged Sakuragi with his elbow:

"Hey, Hanamichi, you're really popular."

"The whole audience was chanting your name, though they were actually insulting your entire family."

Mitsui Hisashi adjusted his wristband and couldn't help but laugh: "I guess they're jealous that your hairstyle is more avant-garde than theirs."

Faced with his teammates' teasing, Sakuragi Hanamichi did not get angry as usual.

Instead, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and rubbed his chin with one hand.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were so deep that it seemed he was contemplating the Big Bang.

"Well……"

Sakuragi pondered for a moment, then suddenly revealed an expression that could be described as "completely enlightened".

He lowered his voice, his face serious: "I understand."

"Are they... trying to put psychological pressure on me, their ace?"

The air froze for three seconds.

Akagi's hand, which was tying her shoelaces, froze in mid-air.

Rukawa rolled his eyes and turned to get the ball.

Lin Bei was drinking water and almost spat it out.

The members of Shohoku all rolled their eyes at him.

"Who is the ace?"

Who are you talking about?

Have some shame, will you?

Miyagi sighed, rubbing his forehead: "Is your brain even constructed like that of a carbon-based organism?"

Sakuragi completely ignored everyone's complaints.

He firmly believed in his judgment.

This is the enemy's psychological warfare tactic!

Trying to break down this genius's defenses with boos?

too naive!

Sakuragi suddenly turned around and faced Toyotama's half of the court.

There, Kishimoto Minori was staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Their eyes met, sparks flew.

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly raised his right hand and waved arrogantly at Kishimoto.

That gesture was like calling a stray dog.

"Hey! You, the one with the ponytail!"

That shout was full of energy.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Kishimoto Minori froze, glanced behind her to make sure no one was there, then pointed at herself and asked, "?"

Is that red-haired monkey calling me?

Sakuragi grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth.

That smile was arrogant, infuriating, and full of provocation.

"Trying to keep an eye on a genius like me?"

Sakuragi pointed to his bald head, then to Kishimoto:

"You'd better use all your strength."

"With this mediocre skill, you can't beat this genius."

He paused suddenly at this point.

Sakuragi shrugged, adding insult to injury with an extremely contemptuous tone, as if looking at an ant:

"but……"

No matter how hard you try, it's useless.

"Because the world of geniuses is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

boom--!!!

These words were like a nuclear bomb, thrown directly into Toyotama's powder keg.

Kishimoto Minori's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on her forehead bulged out like twisted earthworms.

"You bastard!!"

Kishimoto roared and charged forward. If the referee hadn't intervened in time, a full-blown brawl would have broken out by now.

"Are you looking for death?! Red-haired monster!!"

"I'm going to kill you!!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"That's too arrogant! Kill him!"

"Kishimoto! Kill him!"

The entire stadium felt like a pressure cooker that could explode at any moment.

Lin Bei stood aside, watching this scene, and couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"When it comes to drawing hatred, you still have to look to Sakuragi."

"That taunt skill is definitely maxed out."

This innate "MT" physique is simply born for big occasions.

In the stands, the Sakuragi Army was laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Takamiya Nozomi patted the railing and laughed, making a goose-like sound:

"Hahaha! This Hanamichi guy! He's just adding fuel to the fire!"

"That's brilliant! Look, that ponytail's face has turned green!"

Yuji Oonan also looked excited: "That's more like it!"

At this tense moment...

A group of giants dressed in purple and gold team uniforms walked in from the back aisle of the stands.

The King of Kanagawa, Hainan University Affiliated School, has arrived.

Jin Soichiro, holding his drink, glanced at the bustling stadium and smiled gently: "Great, it seems we didn't miss any of the exciting parts."

Shinichi Maki walked at the front, his dark team uniform draped over his body like an emperor's cloak.

He glanced at his watch and said in a deep voice, "Just in time. Kiyota, go find a seat."

Kiyota Nobunaga darted out like a monkey: "Yes, Maki-nii!"

However, as soon as he sat down, Maki Shinichi's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The air around us was thick with murderous intent.

All I could hear were vicious words like "chop him up and feed him to the dogs" and "kill him."

Some people even made throat-slitting gestures towards the crowd.

How can this be considered a national competition?

It's practically like the ancient Roman Colosseum, but with the option to bring swords.

Mu Shenyi was stunned.

Even the Kanagawa emperor, who was used to grand occasions, was somewhat bewildered at this moment.

He turned to look at the bald, red-haired man in the arena who was standing with his hands on his hips, looking smug.

He then glanced at Fengyu and the others, who were so angry they were about to have a stroke.

"this……"

Amu's lips twitched, his eyes filled with confusion: "Something's not right."

"What happened?"

"The match hasn't even started yet, but it feels like they've already formed a blood feud?"

Kiyota Nobunaga gaped, pointing at the arena: "That...that's a red-haired monkey?"

"What heinous thing did he do?"

"How could he possibly make everyone in Osaka want to kill him?"

In the center of the stadium.

"Beep—!!"

The referee blew his whistle, the sharp sound barely drowning out the rising waves of shouts.

"Both sides line up!!"

Takenori Akagi took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

He patted Sakuragi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Have you made enough trouble? If you have, then give me a good beating."

Sakuragi grinned, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Of course, gorilla."

"This is just a warm-up."

Lin Bei strolled leisurely to the vicinity of the center circle.

He looked up at the frenzied, shouting audience, then at Kishimoto and Nan Lie, who were radiating murderous intent across from him.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealed a cruel smile.

That expression seemed to say: Welcome to my game.

"Go ahead and call out."

Lin Bei's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

"While we can still call out."

"Wait a minute... don't cry too badly."