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

Sakuragi froze, then suddenly turned around.

Lin Bei stood on the sidelines, cupping his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone shape.

His voice was so loud that the whole place could hear him:

Are you brain-dead?

"How many times have I told you? Don't let them lead you by the rules!"

Lin Bei pointed at the referee on the field who was about to blow the whistle, and roared with a look of "disappointment":

"Want to make a move?"

"Can't you broaden your perspective a bit?"

"When you resort to underhanded tactics, do it discreetly!"

"You need to learn how to control vision! Do you understand what controlling vision means?"

"Use the referee's blind spot, use your hips to push, use subtle force!"

"Make the referee think you're innocent, and your expression needs to be on point!"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The referee, who had been holding the whistle, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and almost choked on his breath.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes almost popping out, staring intently at the Shohoku bench.

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

Instructing players on how to "legally commit crimes" in front of the referee?

Still blocking vision?

Do you think this is playing a video game?

"Cough cough!!"

The referee coughed heavily twice, his eyes sharp as knives, conveying a strong warning.

Lin Bei, however, acted as if nothing had happened.

He grinned at the referee, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and gave a thumbs-up with his other hand:

"Sorry, referee, the kid's a bit simple-minded. I'll teach him some basic physics."

The referee's lips twitched violently, and he managed to swallow back the whistle that was about to come out.

Hainan University Affiliated Observation Area.

Kiyota Nobunaga clutched his head in his hands, looking utterly devastated and frantic.

"Ugh! What is Lin Bei doing?!"

"Is this the time for stand-up comedy? Shohoku is about to be utterly destroyed!"

He pointed to the field, his finger trembling:

"They were completely thrashed! Feng Yu moved like he was in an empty field!"

"Nine points in one minute!"

"At this rate, Shohoku will be able to buy train tickets home!"

Beside him, Coach Gao Touli waved a folding fan, his floral shirt looking particularly flamboyant under the lights.

He looked at the field, his expression much calmer than Kiyota's.

"This speed..."

Gao Tou squinted, tapping his palm lightly with his folding fan. "A typical 'Run & Gun' tactic."

"Abandon defense and max out agility."

"Use extremely fast transitions between offense and defense to score before you've even settled into your position."

"This kind of 'mad dog' style of play, once it gets going, has a terrifying scoring burst."

On the other side, Coach Anzai's glasses reflected a white light as he flipped through the "intelligence report" that Aida Hikoichi had compiled overnight.

"really……"

"All Toyotama members are at the A-level, with strong individual combat capabilities."

The old man muttered to himself, his voice steady yet heavy.

On the other side of the stands, a few members of Sakuragi's gang were hanging on the railing, scratching their heads in frustration.

Takamiya Nozomi dropped the potato chips she was eating onto the floor: "Hey, hey, hey! Seriously? You're sending them for the very first show?"

Yohei Mito frowned:

"It's not a matter of ability."

"The other party is too dirty. Hanamichi and Miyagi have lost their composure, and that's the most fatal thing."

Haruko Akagi clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her knuckles turning white.

Watching her brother stumble from the impact, and seeing Sakuragi's impotent rage, her eyes reddened slightly, but her gaze revealed a rare hint of disgust.

"I hate them!"

Haruko bit her lip. "This way of playing...it's not basketball at all! It's thuggish fighting!"

On the field, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled past half-court, his breathing quickened, and his left leg throbbed with pain.

That's where I was injured earlier.

"Calm down... Phew..."

Miyagi forced himself to slow down. He couldn't rush things; the more he rushed, the easier it would be to fall into the other party's trap.

Just then, a figure glided past Rukawa Kaede like a ghost.

Captain Fengyu, Nanlie.

His signature side-parted hair and his cold, venomous eyes.

He glanced back at Rukawa Kaede, a provocative smile playing on his lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it just reached Rukawa Kaede's ears:

"You're Shohoku's ace?"

Rukawa Kaede remained expressionless, giving him a cold glance as if he were looking at thin air.

Nan Lie wasn't annoyed. His gaze swept over Lin Bei on the sidelines before returning to Rukawa Kaede.

His gaze instantly turned sharp and piercing:

"Since that coward named Lin Bei doesn't dare to come up..."

"Then I'll use you as an example."

"I hope you, this so-called super rookie, have a bit more backbone than that shorty from before."

Rukawa Kaede paused in his steps.

His black bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But the air around him seemed to freeze instantly, and the temperature plummeted.

"idiot."

Rukawa Kaede uttered two words, his voice chillingly cold.

auditorium.

Hainan's affiliated camp.

The air seemed to freeze.

Watching the one-sided massacre on the field, Kiyota Nobunaga's knuckles turned white as he gripped the railing.

"This...this is cheating, isn't it?"

Kiyota Inui swallowed hard, his eyes widening in surprise.

"I knew Toyotama was a top-tier A-rank team, but their attack power... it's inhuman!"

"Shohoku was completely stunned; they couldn't even get the ball across half-court."

"Clatter".

Coach Gao Touli gently shook his folding fan, his brows slightly furrowed.

His gaze did not linger on the glaring "9:0" scoreboard.

Instead, he was focused on the Toyotama players running around like mad dogs on the field.

"This is Toyotama's tradition."

Gao Touli's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of oppression.

"In the Osaka preliminaries, except for the match against Daiei Gakuen."

He held up a finger and waved it in front of Kiyota.

"Average score: 130.5 points per game."

"ha?!"

Kiyota Nobunaga nearly choked on his breath, his voice instantly rising eight octaves:

"130.5?! Average?! Playing video games?!"

In a regular high school competition, scoring 80 points is considered giving it your all.

130 points per game?

Do these guys think the basketball hoop is the ocean?

"Only attack, don't defend, use your absolute scoring ability to break the opponent's mentality."

Gao Touli closed his folding fan and pointed it at Itakura and Nanlie on the field.

"Although the coach has changed this year, this team still has the blood of a 'mad dog' flowing through its veins."

"Run & Gun"

"This is Toyotama High School's trump card, a regular in the IH tournament."

Kiyota Nobunaga felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Miyagi Ryota, who was disheveled and covered in sweat on the field.

If this kind of reckless fighting style were to occur in Hainan...

"So today..."

Kiyota turned to his coach, his voice slightly hesitant: "Shohoku... are we doomed?"

Their mentality collapsed, their rhythm was disrupted, and their defense was riddled with holes.

This is the prelude to collapse!

Gao Touli remained silent for two seconds.

My gaze traveled across the noisy stadium and landed on that out-of-place figure on the Shohoku bench.

Linbei.

That guy was wearing a coat, had his legs crossed, and was chatting and laughing with Ayako next to him.

He was holding a bottle of water, as if he were a VIP audience member watching a show.

"It's hard to say."

Gao Touli gave an ambiguous reply.

"Judging from the current situation, Shohoku is doomed."

"but……"

The folding fan unfolded again, obscuring half of Gao Touli's meaningful face.

"That monster hasn't even moved an inch."

"As long as Lin Bei is still sitting there, this match is not over."