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

The net flipped up.

That is the most beautiful sound in the world.

3: 9.

The entire audience was shocked.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? It's that far?"

"That logo gets three points! Just luck!"

Lin Bei landed.

His golden pupils once again swept across the entire room.

At that moment, no one dared to meet his gaze.

Finally, their gaze fell on Kishimoto, who was still kneeling on the ground, looking dazed.

"Feed".

Lin Bei tilted his head, his tone cold as ice, yet tinged with mockery.

"Weren't you laughing happily just now?"

Keep laughing.

Kishimoto Minori braced herself on the floor with both hands, her knuckles digging so hard they almost pierced the wooden board.

My knees were burning, as if I were kneeling on a branding iron.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

Only shame.

That feeling of being stripped naked and thrown under a spotlight surged wildly up his spine, burning so intensely that even the top of his head was smoking.

What just happened?

Did they get knocked over?

By that lazy, sleepy freshman.

Using the simplest and most brutal change of direction, he swayed so much in front of so many people that he performed a grand salute.

"impossible……"

Kishimoto gritted his teeth and sprang up from the floor as if he were on a spring.

"cut!"

Kishimoto stiffened his neck, deliberately avoiding looking at Lin Bei's back.

Instead, he yelled loudly at his teammates, his voice so loud it sounded almost guilty:

"This damn floor is so slippery!"

"What are the staff doing?!"

"It's long overdue for a replacement!"

As he yelled, he exaggeratedly rubbed his knee.

His facial features were scrunched up, as if he were enduring immense pain:

"Hiss... Plus, my old leg pain flared up again, so I didn't really get any power in that last bite."

The sound was very loud.

The sound could be heard throughout the venue.

The spectators in the stands looked at each other in bewilderment.

Immediately afterwards, a low hissing sound spread like a tide.

That's such a pretentious act.

Hainan University Affiliated Observation Area.

Shinichi Maki was originally standing with his arms crossed, looking as serious as an emperor, analyzing the situation on the field.

Upon hearing the words "rheumatism," his eyebrow twitched violently.

A sudden, inexplicable phantom pain shot through my knee.

It felt like an arrow had hit my knee.

"Amu?"

Jin Soichiro, who was standing next to him, noticed that his captain was acting strangely.

She turned her head with concern, her eyes clear: "What's wrong? Is your knee bothering you?"

Mu Shenyi's face stiffened.

At this moment, Kishimoto's phrase "old cold legs" was playing on repeat in his mind like a curse.

In addition, Sakuragi Hanamichi always calls him "middle-aged man".

The face of this Kanagawa emperor was visibly as black as the bottom of a pot.

"without."

Maki Shinichi coughed tactically.

Without making a sound, he changed his sitting posture, pulled his legs back, and hid them in the shadows.

"I'm a little stiff from sitting for so long."

The other side of the stadium.

Shohoku bench.

"Hahahaha!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi raised his hands high, laughing like a 200-pound silly roe deer.

He pointed at Kishimoto, who was still dramatically rubbing his knees on the field, tears welling up in his eyes:

"Serves you right! Serves you right for being so arrogant! Serves you right for pretending!"

"That ponytail braid bastard, this is what you call karma! Instant retribution!"

The anger from being mocked just now completely vanished in that instant, leaving me feeling incredibly satisfied.

After laughing, Sakuragi suddenly remembered something.

He turned around abruptly and plopped down next to Coach Anzai.

Those restless, large hands reached out naturally toward Coach Anzai's round chin.

pat, pat.

It's like patting a high-quality pudding with excellent elasticity.

"Dad!"

Sakuragi, while playing with the coach's chin, leaned closer to his chubby face, his expression full of resentment:

"You know my strength as a genius."

"That shot just now had a slight mishap, but you saw my ball handling skills!"

"Why were you replaced?"

"That ponytail girl's mental state has collapsed now; this is the perfect opportunity for me to kick her while she's down!"

"I can fake him out too! Really!"

"I've already rehearsed this in my head a hundred times!"

Coach Anzai chuckled and let him fiddle with him, his glasses reflecting the light, and he remained silent like a Maitreya Buddha.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

A folding fan landed precisely on Sakuragi's bald, red head.

"It hurts, it hurts!!"

Sakuragi covered his head and jumped up, turning back with teary eyes:

"Boss Ayako! You'll become stupid!"

Ayako put away her paper fan, placed her hands on her hips, and raised her eyebrows:

"Stop right there!"

"How dare you be so disrespectful to the coach! Do you have a death wish?"

"and……"

"I'm not taking you out because you played badly."

Ayako turned to look at the figure on the field, her grip on the paper fan tightening.

Beside him, Kiminobu Kogure adjusted his glasses and gently patted Sakuragi on the shoulder.

His tone conveyed a patience that could soothe a restless beast:

"Sakuragi, calm down."

"This is not a punishment."

"Look at the situation on the field."

Kogure pointed at Lin Bei, who was retreating, his expression serious:

"Toyotomi's pace is too fast; it's a chaotic battle, a frenzied tearing apart like mad dogs."

"If you're in that kind of rhythm, you can't help but run and jump along, and eventually you'll be dragged down by them."

"We need someone to tame the pace and keep these mad dogs in check."

"We substituted you out so that Lin Bei could stabilize the situation and turn the match from a 'street brawl' into a 'positional assault'."

Sakuragi blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite, and scratched the back of his head.

"Position assault?"

"We just don't want them to run."

Kogure explained with a determined look in his eyes, "This is something only Lin Bei can do."

On the field.

Toyota Ball Rights.

Serve from the baseline.

The atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

The previously frenzied, mad-dog-like pace of advancement inexplicably slowed down.

Point guard Daijiro Itakura held the ball, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

He glanced subconsciously at Kishimoto not far away.

Their own star striker was currently frowning, his eyes darting around.

He was clearly still reeling from the horrific image of kneeling down, his toes probably still digging into the floor.

"cut."

Itakura gritted his teeth and passed the ball to captain Minami.

Nan Lie receives the ball.

They did not launch a quick attack as usual.

He stood outside the three-point line, his palms slightly sweaty and sticky as he held the ball.

His gaze passed over the defender and was fixed on Lin Bei in the paint.

The guy in the number 16 jersey was standing there lazily.

They didn't even adopt a standard defensive stance.

His whole body was loose and flimsy, full of flaws.

But Nan Lie's intuition was screaming alarms, sending chills down his spine.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.

Those pale golden eyes that occasionally swept over were as indifferent as a raptor scrutinizing its prey, devoid of any warmth.

"It cannot be passed on to Kishimoto."

Nan Lie made a decision in an instant.

Kishimoto is completely devastated right now; passing the ball will only result in a mistake.

"I can do it myself!"

Nan Lie's eyes hardened.

Now that the pace has slowed down, let's use three-pointers to regain it!

There were no unnecessary movements.

The moment Rukawa Kaede closed in, he took a straight jump.

Extremely fast!

The Osaka scoring champion's signature move: the fast shot!