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

"Simply slowing down the pace will be overwhelmed by Toyotama."

"Slow is for the sake of stability."

"But you have to be quick in that split second between offense and defense."

He turned to look at Maki Shinichi beside him:

"Lin Bei did a great job; he skillfully combined 'slow' and 'fast' into a cohesive whole."

"The attack is like an old man grinding away time, wearing down Toyotama's patience."

"When defending, they move as swiftly as the receding tide, giving no chance for a sneak attack."

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms, a solemn expression on his rock-solid face.

"Coach Anzai, who's always been as unmoved as a mountain, and that Lin Bei..."

"They've already drawn their swords so quickly today... This isn't like them."

According to Amu's impression, Lin Bei was the type who would rather lie down than stand up.

It's only been a few minutes since the start of the game today?

Is this how they start taking over the game?

Gao Tou Li looked at the chubby figure on the Shohoku bench and smiled.

His smile held both the mutual respect of renowned coaches and the madness of a gambler.

"Because only Lin Bei can do this."

"To forcefully reverse the team's momentum under high pressure, and also suppress Toyotama's counterattack."

"This requires absolute control of the situation and absolute confidence."

"As a gambler, how could I not be tempted by a top-tier A team?"

"Coach Anzai has put all his chips on Lin Bei alone."

Shohoku bench.

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, the lenses flashing, his kind smile revealing a cunning, old fox-like quality.

"Hehehe..."

Everything is under control.

Apart from……

pat.

A large hand slapped his chin without any hesitation.

"Dad!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi sat next to him.

While patting Coach Anzai's chin like a ball, he glared angrily at the field.

"I want to go on stage! I'm going to teach that ponytail girl a lesson!"

Coach Anzai's face trembled with each pat, but his smile remained undiminished.

"Sakuragi-kun, wait a little longer."

"The stage now belongs to Lin Bei."

On the field, Toyotama's attack got stuck in a quagmire.

Unable to launch a rapid offensive, they were forced into positional warfare.

This was like being imprisoned for Toyotama, who was used to chaotic battles.

After several passes, he still couldn't find an open shot, and there were only 5 seconds left on the shot clock.

"Give me!"

Toyotama's center, Miki Iwata, impatiently demanded the ball and forcefully turned and hooked it inside.

"How naive!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Akagi Takenori's eyes widened, and his muscles bulged instantly.

Its enormous body rose from the ground like a black mountain, blotting out the sky!

Iwata Mitsuaki felt the light dim in front of him, and then—

Snapped--! !

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

Akagi's large hand slapped the basketball hard, with astonishing force.

The basketball flew out of bounds like a shot-down cannonball and slammed heavily onto the GG sign.

Bang!

The entire stadium was silent for a second, then the Shohoku bench erupted in deafening cheers.

"A fly swatter has appeared!!"

Shiozaki and Kakuta hugged each other, their faces flushed with excitement.

"That's too brutal!"

"The captain is even more amazing since he came back from America!"

In the stands, even the fans who had initially supported Toyotama couldn't help but gasp in surprise:

"What a terrifying sense of oppression..."

"Is this the best center in Kanagawa?"

Iwata Mitsuaki landed and staggered backward.

Looking at the panting gorilla in front of him, cold sweat trickled down his temples.

Akagi landed on the ground, pounded his chest, and roared, asserting his sovereignty over the restricted area.

At this moment, Lin Bei walked over.

He didn't slap Akagi in a fit of excitement; he simply calmly raised his hand and pointed his index finger to the sky.

"very good."

Lin Bei's voice pierced through the cheers and clearly reached the ears of every teammate.

"We've managed to defend against it."

"Next..."

He turned around, his pale golden pupils sweeping over the still-shaken faces of Feng Yu and the others, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Keep it up, and score another goal."

……

Lin Bei received the pass from Gong Cheng and slowly dribbled across the halfway line.

His gaze lowered slightly, sweeping over the system panel.

[Current Template: Ryota Kise (SF)]

[Status: Flawless Imitation (On)]

Lin Bei thought to himself, "My stamina has indeed improved a lot after my stamina reaches 90 points."

The most perverse aspect of Ryota Kise's "perfect imitation" lies not in the imitation itself, but in the fusion of the two.

It's like the Tiger Talisman in "Jackie Chan Adventures".

Within five minutes, it ignores cooldown and location.

Use all the skills of the "Generation of Miracles" at will.

In other words, Lin Bei now is a monster who combines Akashi's Heavenly Eye, Aomine's agility, Midorima's range, and Murasakibara's power.

"Although it was only five minutes."

Lin Bei suddenly looked up, and golden light burst forth from the depths of his pupils, like two small, burning suns.

A suffocating aura suddenly exploded out from him!

Nan Lie, standing opposite him, suddenly stiffened. The fear of being targeted by a top predator crept up his spine and onto his scalp.

"Five minutes..."

Lin Bei's lips curled into a proud smile.

"Enough to completely crush you frogs in a well."

Boom!

The sound of the ball exploding erupted.

Lin Bei made a move.

It's no longer the old man taking a stroll like before; this time—

Swift as lightning!

"Stop him!!"

Nan Lie roared and rushed forward with Itakura, trying to close the door and surround them.

"Too slow."

Lin Bei sneered, his body making a sudden stop that defied human biomechanics while moving at high speed.

Daiki Aomine's Unpredictable Dribbling Technique!

The basketball darted wildly between his legs, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Nan Lie and Ban Cang were instantly thrown off balance, swaying from side to side like two drunkards.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Bei made a sharp turn and spun through the gap between the two like a top.

Silky smooth and flowing, yet possessing an extreme, violent aesthetic.

"What?!"

Kishimoto Minori, watching Lin Bei rush towards her, gritted her teeth and stepped in to defend:

"Don't be so arrogant! You first-grader!"

He spread his arms, trying to block the way with his body.

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

Without slowing down or changing direction, jump directly!

Just inside the free-throw line, he soared into the air like a rocket!

"court death!"

Kishimoto was furious and jumped up to block the shot.

The two met in mid-air, and Kishimoto thought he could knock Lin Bei down with his strength.

But the next second, he was horrified to discover—

Lin Bei did not resist in the air, but instead leaned back with great ease as he ascended.

The backward tilt was so great that it was almost as if he was about to lie flat in the air!

That was Daiki Aomine's unconventional shot!

Lin Bei caught the ball in mid-air with one hand, his body almost parallel to the floor, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he caught Kishimoto's desperate fingertips.

"This is..."

Lin Bei's cold, icy voice pierced Kishimoto's ears.

"The difference between mortals and gods."

Swish!

The basketball spun around the rim and went neatly into the net.

8: 9.

Lin Bei landed.

Without even glancing at the dumbfounded Kishimoto behind him, he lightly patted non-existent dust off his jersey.

Turn around and go back to defend.

He left the entire audience with a solitary and aloof silhouette.