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

Coach Anzai sat calmly on the bench.

The lenses reflected the light, making it impossible to see the eyes.

If it were in the past, that "genius" wearing the number 16 jersey would definitely have been benched by him.

It wasn't released until the very end of the match.

It saves fuel and is also the last resort for these troubled children.

But today is different.

This is Hiroshima, the stage for the national tournament.

Their opponent is Toyotama, a strong A-level team from Osaka, a bunch of crazy dogs who would risk their lives and even injure others just to win.

Aside from Akagi, which of the kids from Shohoku had ever seen such a crazy, dog-like style of play?

I'll panic, I'll panic.

You'll be drawn into that suffocatingly fast-paced environment.

Until my lungs felt like they were about to burst, and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"so……"

Coach Anzai tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, already having a plan in mind.

"We need a pillar of strength to stabilize the sea."

"If you can't keep up with the mad dog's rhythm, then shut the rhythm down."

"So slow...that it makes the other party despair."

On the field.

Lin Bei stood at the center circle logo and lazily stretched his neck.

A crisp "crack" sound came from my cervical spine.

"Tsk, I was originally planning to slack off."

Lin Bei sighed, somewhat helplessly.

"And this is the kind of exhausting work that comes right from the start."

The gleam of imitation that once belonged to Ryota Kise in his eyes had quietly changed.

The previously restless current subsided instantly, replaced by a chilling rationality.

That was absolute control, and... the confidence to look down upon all living beings.

[Flawless Imitation & Switching]

【Shintaro Midorima (SG) - All-Around Shot】

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

Two extreme "hanging" skills were forcibly fused together within his body at this moment.

"Since we're going to go slowly..."

Lin Bei looked up and glanced at the scoreboard.

8: 9.

"Let's use the easiest way to get a high score."

……

Toyota Ball Rights.

Daijiro Itakura dribbles the ball forward, looking fierce.

He was very unhappy that Lin Bei had just shot him in the face from behind.

But he wasn't worried; he was only one point short.

As long as they run and reach full speed, those clumsy guys from Shohoku won't even get a whiff of their exhaust fumes!

"Run! Don't stop!"

With a roar, Itakura swung his arm and sent the basketball flying like a cannonball into the right corner.

There, Kishimoto Minori had already used the cover to run into a wide-open space.

"nice shot!"

Kishimoto was overjoyed, caught the ball, jumped, and his movements were fluid and graceful.

however.

Just 0.1 seconds before the fingertip was about to touch the ball.

A hand suddenly appeared.

Fair-skinned, slender, with a touch of nonchalance.

Snapped.

Cut it gently.

The basketball's perfect trajectory was abruptly cut off.

"ha?!"

Kishimoto's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He turned his head sharply and found that Lin Bei had somehow gotten into his passing lane.

There was no confrontation, no clashes.

It was as if they had read the script; they stood there in advance, waiting for the basketball to be delivered to their door.

【The Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】.

An absolute prediction that sees through the future.

Against a player of this caliber, Toyotama's straightforward passes seem as slow as a slideshow.

"It's too obvious."

Lin Bei held the ball with one hand, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on today's lunch.

Before the words were even finished, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed!

"Get back on defense! Get back on defense now!!"

Coach Fengyu was so anxious on the sidelines that he jumped up and down and roared.

Kishimoto and Minami rushed back like madmen, trying to build a human wall in the restricted area.

however.

Lin Bei didn't move.

He dribbled the ball slowly twice and stood just past the center line.

That is... directly above the stadium logo.

"What is he doing?"

"No fast break? Just stand there?"

In the stands, Mu Shenyi frowned deeply.

Kiyota Nobunaga, clutching his head, yelled, "That idiot! There's a vast grassland ahead! Charge in and pounce!"

On the field.

Lin Bei stopped.

Stand with your feet together and knees slightly bent.

Hold the ball with your left hand and lift it with your right.

This pose...

It was as perfect as an illustration in a textbook, without a single superfluous movement or a trace of human touch.

"Feed..."

Nan Lie, who had retreated to the three-point line, stopped and looked at me with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"

"At this location?"

"What the hell?! This is halftime!"

"Wasn't that last shot just a lucky one?"

"Do you want to lie again?"

Lin Bei blocked out the surrounding noise.

At this moment, his world consists of only a basketball hoop.

Take off and stay in the air.

The moment my fingertips brushed the basketball, that familiar, absolute sense of control surged into my heart.

That was Midorima Shintaro's absolute confidence after countless trials and tribulations.

As long as the posture is correct and no one interferes.

The entire field, i.e., the firing range.

whoosh-

The basketball left his hands.

It doesn't have that sharp, forceful arc; it flies extremely high.

very high.

The lights were so high they seemed to pierce the stadium's dome.

The entire audience subconsciously looked up, their necks throbbing in protest.

The basketball's flight through the air felt like an eternity.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Some even suspect that the ball flew into the stratosphere, preparing to collide with a satellite.

Toyotama's players stood under the basket, heads tilted back, like a flock of dumb geese waiting to be fed, their expressions blank.

Rebounding?

What a load of rubbish!

The ball is still in the atmosphere!

at last.

The basketball reached its peak and began to fall.

With the acceleration of gravity, it bombs vertically.

Whoosh—!

A crisp sound.

That was the most beautiful melody created by the basketball swishing through the net.

The white basketball net churned violently, like bursting waves.

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The only sound was the basketball bouncing on the floor.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Three seconds later.

boom--!!!

The roof of Hiroshima Stadium was almost blown off by the sound.

"It...it went in again?!"

"Holy crap! This can't be real!!"

"That's midfield! Is that a shot or an intercontinental ballistic missile launch?!"

The commentator nearly dropped the microphone in fright, his mouth agape enough to fit a light bulb:

"A super...super long-range three-pointer!!"

"Shobei No. 16! Lin Bei!"

"He made a logo shot from center circle!!"

11: 9.

overtake.

Lin Bei stood still, maintaining the wrist snap motion after shooting, and pushed up his glasses, which weren't actually on his nose.

"Do your best."

He turned around, leaving everyone with a cool and aloof back view.

"Leave it to fate."

……

"asshole!!"

Minori Kishimoto was so angry that the muscles in her face were twitching.

luck!

Absolutely incredible luck!

No one can use this ball as a regular weapon!

Give me the ball!

Kishimoto roared at his teammate who was serving.

He was going to retaliate; he was going to tear this pretentious jerk to shreds!

When the ball was in Kishimoto's hands, he was like a bull with bloodshot eyes, burying his head and trying to force his way in.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing Lin Bei blocking his way, Kishimoto's eyes flashed with malice. He suddenly changed direction, attempting to use his physical advantage to forcefully crush Lin Bei.

however.

At the very moment his center of gravity shifted.

Lin Bei's right hand moved.

The basketball appeared in his hand the next second.

"Too slow."