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

On the field.

Lin Bei dribbled to the top of the arc.

Facing Itakura and Nanrei, who had come to their aid, the two men's eyes were so fierce they looked like they wanted to devour someone.

He laughed suddenly.

It was the smile of a hunter looking at a wild beast that had fallen into a trap, tinged with a hint of mockery.

A flawless imitation

【Seijuro Akashi (PG) - The Eye of the Emperor】

Although the template for Kise Ryota is currently being loaded.

However, Kise's "perfect imitation" allows him to switch skills at will on the court and reduce the stamina required.

"Run-and-gun offense?"

Lin Bei spoke softly, his voice audible only to the two people in front of him.

"In the face of absolute control."

"Can you even run?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Lin Bei subtly flicked his wrist.

There is no pre-animation.

The basketball vanished instantly.

It's not a breakthrough.

It's a pass!

A surgical pass pierced through Toyotama's seemingly fierce but actually loose defense, like a precise guided missile.

Directly into the paint!

There.

Akagi Takenori has already secured his position, like a pillar of strength that no one can shake.

"Well said!!"

Akagi roared, caught the ball, and turned around.

There were no fancy moves.

Only absolute power can crush it.

boom!

Akagi, positioned at center with Toyotama on his back, leaped up and slammed the ball down with one hand!

The basketball hoop groaned in pain, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

The referee whistle blows.

The goal stands, but another penalty must be awarded!

"Hooohoo!!"

Akagi landed on the ground, pounding his chest and roaring in anger, venting his pent-up joy.

This shot completely released all the pent-up frustration that Shohoku had just felt!

Lin Bei stood outside the three-point line, watching this scene with a calm expression.

He slowly lowered his raised fingers.

Rhythm.

It's slowly coming back.

……

The air seemed to freeze in front of the free-throw line.

Akagi Takenori's chest heaved violently.

The lungs pumped like bellows, forcefully squeezing out all the turbid waste gas.

As he exhaled that long breath, the wildly beating heart in his chest was forcibly brought back to its original rhythm.

The boos and insults from Toyotama fans still buzzed in his ears like a swarm of flies, trying to get into his mind.

But at this moment, only a touch of orange-red remained in Akagi's world.

That powerful dunk just now not only shattered Toyotama's defense.

It was more like a heavy hammer, shattering the hard shell in his heart.

"call……"

Bend your knees, raise your hand, and flick your wrist.

Although the movements were slightly stiff, they were muscle memory etched into the bones.

The moment the basketball leaves the rough fingertips, it draws a simple yet steady arc in the air.

The entire audience held their breath.

Swish!

The crisp sound of the net being rubbed was like heavenly music.

The scoreboard jumped to 6:9.

"Nice!!"

On the Shohoku bench, Kuwata and Yasuda jumped up like springs, waving their towels with the force of propellers.

"It's in! Captain, hold on!"

Although it was just a free throw, it was like a reassurance, forcefully shoved into the throats of every member of Shohoku.

With just three points to go, the seemingly insurmountable barrier has been largely bridged in the blink of an eye.

Akagi landed, clenching his fist tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Instead of roaring and venting his anger, he suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp and piercing through the crowd, precisely locking onto Lin Bei at the top of the arc.

The boy wearing the number 16 jersey had a lazy expression.

Akagi raised his right arm, his index finger pointing at Lin Bei like an iron spear.

That was a silent recognition, and also the captain's highest tribute to the ace.

Lin Bei smiled slightly, pulled his hand out from his waistband, and gave a simple thumbs-up.

No nonsense.

Basic exercises, don't 6.

"cut."

Not far away, Mitsui Hisashi wiped the sweat from his brow, a playful smile on his lips:

"As expected of Lin Bei, he cleaned up this mess perfectly right from the start."

"This inexplicable feeling of security... is really unsettling."

Despite his complaints, Mitsui's eyes revealed an unprecedented sense of ease.

With someone in control, as the shooter, he only needs to do one thing.

Find an empty seat.

Then he put that damn ball into the basket.

On the other side, Miyagi Ryota shrank his neck.

Looking at the radiant Lin Bei, she felt a pang of jealousy.

"Who exactly is the point guard...?"

"Damn it, this guy stole all the limelight."

Gongcheng muttered to himself, but dared not slacken his pace.

He knew perfectly well that if Lin Bei hadn't taken over possession of the ball, he would probably still be arguing with that bastard who challenged Ban Cang.

Rukawa Kaede brushed past Lin Bei expressionlessly, giving him a cold glance.

His lips moved slightly, uttering a complaint that only he could hear: "Just now... it should have been sent to me."

Despite his complaints, the fire in Rukawa's eyes burned even brighter.

Now that the rhythm is back, it's time for him to hunt.

However, while the Shohoku team was still immersed in the joy of catching up, and even the audience was still savoring the powerful dunk,

A chilling voice poured down on him.

"Back up!"

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable penetrating power.

"Stop grinning like an idiot, the game has only just begun."

This statement is comparable to a military order.

The Shohoku team, who were high-fiving and celebrating just a second ago, reacted faster with their bodies than their brains.

Turn around and sprint.

Without any hesitation.

Takenori Akagi took long strides, like a heavy tank advancing at full speed, rumbling across the halfway line and heading straight for the penalty area.

Rukawa Kaede and Mitsui Hisashi positioned themselves on the two flanks and quickly took their positions.

Ryota Miyagi transformed into a whirlwind, sticking tightly to Itakura, who was preparing to serve from the baseline.

This series of movements was fluid and incredibly fast.

Just moments ago, Xiangbei was in complete chaos, but now it has transformed into an iron-willed army that obeys orders without question.

One second they're cheering, the next they're building walls.

On the sidelines, Toyotama coach Kinpei's hand, which was raised in mid-air to signal a quick attack, froze.

"What the hell?"

Kishimoto stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

On the field, Daijiro Itakura, who was holding the ball, also looked completely bewildered.

The script is wrong!

Shouldn't these rookies from Shohoku be overjoyed after scoring?

If they relax for even a second, Toyotama's run-and-gun army can tear through the defenses!

But now...

Looking at the heavily armed Miyagi and the Akagi guarding the basket like a gatekeeper.

Itakura swallowed hard.

This time the defense speed... how come it's even faster than before?

Damn it.

Daijiro Itakura rushed to the front.

But they found that Miyagi was clinging to them like a ghost, leaving them no space to receive the ball.

"These guys..."

Kishimoto gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Lin Bei, who was directing the defensive positions.

"The defensive rotations have gotten faster, it's that number 16... he's controlling the team's rhythm."

The viewing area for the Hainan University Affiliated High School is located in the stands.

The atmosphere was subtle.

Kiyota Nobunaga gripped the railing and eagerly leaned out:

"I see……"

"Did Lin Bei realize that Feng Yu's tactics were exactly the same as his own, so he switched to positional warfare?"

Gao Touli tapped his palm lightly with the folding fan in his hand, his gaze deep.

Not entirely.