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

The force was so great that it made his chest feel tight.

Time froze completely in that second.

Kiyota held the basketball, looked down at the ball, and then looked up at Sakuragi, who was still in a shooting position on the court.

His face screamed three big words:

who am I?

where am I?

Why am I holding a ball?

"ha?"

Kiyota blinked, his brain blanking out.

The entire Hainan team was frozen in shock.

Jin Soichiro nearly crushed the sports drink in his hand.

Coach Gao Touli's folding fan snapped with a "crack," breaking one of its frames.

On the field.

Akagi Takenori maintained his position to grab the rebound, and his whole body cracked.

Miyagi Ryota's mouth dropped open, and his jaw nearly dislocated and hit his foot.

Rukawa rolled his eyes, turned and left, coldly uttering two words: "Big idiot."

Dead silence.

It was so embarrassingly quiet you could dig your toes out of the three-bedroom apartment.

It lasted for a full three seconds.

Sakuragi Hanamichi maintained that cool shooting stance.

He pressed down on his right wrist, as if still savoring the silky touch of his fingertips.

Until a cool breeze blew across his bald head.

His face turned red from his neck to the top of his head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looks like a ripe tomato.

"Huh?"

Sakuragi let out a short, philosophically-sounding question.

In a corner of the stands, the four members of Sakuragi's gang all covered their faces.

"It's over."

Yohei Mito groaned in pain, "It's all over."

"Back to square one overnight."

In the Hainan seat, Kiyota Nobunaga held a basketball, and two lines of tears inexplicably flowed down his cheeks.

He raised the ball, his voice trembling with grief and indignation:

"what a shame……"

"We from Hainan... actually lost to a team like this..."

"This comedic team can't even touch the rim!!"

next second.

boom--!!

The bursts of laughter were like a nuclear bomb exploding, instantly turning the entire stadium upside down.

"Hahahahaha!!"

"What's with that bald guy?! He's hilarious!"

"Is that a basketball shot? This is more like an assassination attempt on the audience!"

"Pass it directly to the audience!"

"Is that number 10 trying to make his opponents laugh so he can inherit the trophy?"

On Toyota's bench, the players were laughing so hard they were practically falling over, some even pounding the floor.

On the field, Kishimoto Minori laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, and tears streamed down her face.

"Hey, hey, hey, is this your special training?"

"Is this what a genius shooter looks like?"

"Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

Kishimoto pointed at Sakuragi, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

Laughter was like countless needles, piercing the hearts of everyone in Xiangbei.

shame.

despair.

The already low morale plummeted to rock bottom, becoming almost comical.

The score is 0-9.

The main force was outmaneuvered, and the ace was targeted.

The secret weapon became the laughing stock of the entire audience.

"beep--!"

Just then, a sharp buzzing sound cut off the jeers that filled the air.

The referee raised his hand: "Shohoku requests a substitution!"

The laughter stopped, and everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the Shohoku bench.

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, and the reflection in the lenses flashed by.

He turned his head and looked at the figure beside him.

"Go."

My father's voice was soft, yet it carried a steady, unwavering quality.

"Let's get the game back on track."

on the chair.

Lin Bei slowly stood up.

He didn't say anything, but slowly unzipped his coat.

The black and red Shohoku team uniform slipped down, revealing the number 16 underneath.

He stretched his shoulders, and a crisp "crack" sound came from his neck.

That usual lazy and carefree demeanor vanished the moment he stood up straight.

Instead.

It was a chilling feeling that made one's heart tremble.

Like a dozing ferocious beast, it opened its eyes.

Lin Bei walked to the sidelines and brushed past the dejected Sakuragi.

"Master..."

Sakuragi lowered his head, his voice barely audible, his face flushed crimson, "I..."

Lin Bei did not stop.

He simply raised his hand and slapped Sakuragi's bald head.

Snapped.

It was crisp and clear.

"Go down and keep a close watch."

Lin Bei's voice was very calm, so calm it was almost eerie.

"Watch closely how Master disciplines them."

After saying that, he stepped onto the court.

Lin Bei slowly raised his head.

[Kise Ryota (SF) Template - Unlocked]

[Activate Skills: Basic Imitation, Flawless Imitation]

[Stamina consumption doubled]

[Kise Ryota's Panel]

[Dribbling 95, Passing 90, Stealing 90, Basketball IQ 98]

[Mid-range shot 90, Three-point shot 90, Rebound 90, Block 92]

Strength 90, Speed ​​94, Stamina 90, Jumping 93

His originally dark and deep pupils seemed to undergo a strange transformation at this moment.

A dazzling golden light burst forth from the depths of his pupils.

Dazzling, passionate, chasing the sun.

He met Kishimoto Minori's gaze.

Kishimoto was still smiling.

But the moment he met those golden eyes, his smile froze on his face.

A chill ran up my tailbone and straight to the top of my head.

That was the fear of a biological instinct.

It felt like being targeted by a top predator.

"Perfect."

Lin Bei twisted his wrist, a cruel smile curving his lips.

There was not a trace of warmth in those golden eyes.

"You bunch of trash..."

"Try the new template."

The game continues.

Because Sakuragi's shot went out of bounds without touching the ball, possession went to Toyotama.

Daijiro Itakura serves from the baseline.

He glanced at Lin Bei, who had just entered the arena, and felt a strange chill run down his spine, but his words remained stubbornly defiant:

"What's the point of replacing him with a pretty boy?"

"Keep running! Run them until they drop dead!"

The ball was passed to Nan Lie.

Toyotama's pace remains incredibly fast; that's their "run-and-gun" style.

Nan Lie receives the ball, turns, and accelerates.

however.

Just as he turned around...

A hand appeared without warning in the path the basketball was destined to take.

There was no wind, no warning.

It's like that hand was always there, waiting for the ball to hit it.

Snapped!

The basketball was forcefully slammed onto the floor.

Nan Lie's eyes widened suddenly.

What?!

He looked up abruptly, his eyes meeting those crimson-golden pupils.

Lin Bei held the ball with one hand, leaning slightly forward.

Looking down at Nan Lie, his gaze was as if he were looking at an ant.

"Too slow."

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a heavy hammer blow to Nan Lie's heart.

next second.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Bei made the basketball seem to come alive, instantly disappearing from Nan Lie's sight.

Cut off the life!

The audience, who had just been laughing at Shohoku, suddenly stopped laughing, as if they had been collectively choked.

"Back up!!"

Kishimoto roared and rushed over to fill in.

Lin Bei did not pass the ball.

He dribbled the ball forward, but his speed was not fast, and he was even a bit careless.

The ball bounces on my fingertips as if it were part of my body.

Kishimoto rushed up to him, arms outstretched, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace:

"Don't even think about going there!!"

Lin Bei looked at him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Followed by.

The center of gravity dropped sharply.

A large-scale crossover step change of direction.

The speed was so fast that it left afterimages; it was an extreme speed that exceeded the limits of nerve reaction.

"Kneel down."

He uttered two words softly.

Kishimoto felt a blur before his eyes, and his body instinctively tried to keep up.

However, a violent conflict arose between the brain's instructions and the body's inertia.

A groan of unbearable pain came from his ankle.

pat.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The Osaka striker, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt heavily on the floor.

Right in front of Lin Bei.

He performed a deep bow.

The entire room fell silent.

Kiyota Nobunaga's bewilderment from just moments ago was now reflected on everyone's faces.

Lin Bei didn't even look down at him.

He strolled past Kishimoto, who was kneeling, with a leisurely air.

Like stepping over a bag of trash.

Move to the middle.

stop.

Take off.

His posture was textbook perfect, yet it exuded a wild and arrogant arrogance.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

The basketball traced a green-gold arc in the air.

Swish!

Hollow-core netting.