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

As Lin Bei spoke, he slumped back into his chair.

It's as if all the bones have been removed; I give this acting a perfect score.

Everyone was speechless, internally screaming:

tired?

You didn't even break a sweat!

Who was that guy who was flying around on the field and walking Toyotama around like a dog?

Are you just taking a stroll around the basketball court?!

Coach Anzai looked at Lin Bei with a smile.

The eyes behind the glasses gleamed with wisdom, clearly seeing through everything.

"Hehehe..."

"Lin Bei, you've worked hard."

"Since you're tired, let's rest."

"You don't need to play in the remaining matches."

Lin Bei gave an "OK" sign and draped the towel over his head.

Ryota Kise's "Perfect Imitation," although optimized by the system, still consumes a huge amount of stamina.

and.

Since Fengyu's spirit and energy have been shattered, and his mentality has been broken,

Then there's no need to waste any more energy.

Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? That's an insult to the sledgehammer.

more importantly……

Lin Bei's lips curled up slightly under the towel.

A secret weapon only needs to show a little of its brilliance; one must learn to conceal its true strength.

If everything is exposed, how will Sannoh Industrial fight back?

We need to broaden our perspective.

Just then.

A sickening grinding sound came from the side.

crunch.

It looks like rats gnawing on mahogany furniture.

Lin Bei knew who it was without even looking.

"That wretched master..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi squatted down beside him, gripping the back of the chair tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned white.

Those eyes burned with a pungent, lemony tang.

"He's stolen all the limelight!"

"That logo shot! That dunk! And that move that knocked someone down! It was so cool!"

"This genius hasn't even stepped onto the field yet!"

"The cheers from the audience were all for him! I want one too!"

"Ugh! I'm so mad! I'm so jealous!!"

At this moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi was like a child whose lollipop had been taken away, feeling wronged and angry.

He trained for so long for this day.

He shaved his head to show his resolve.

I practiced shooting day and night.

He even learned that damn defensive footwork.

The results of it?

As soon as the game started, Lin Bei crushed his opponent and cleared the level.

Then what's the point of having a genius like me?

Are you going up there to shout "666"?

Or are you responsible for cleaning up after the game?

"Sakuragi".

Coach Anzai's voice rang out at just the right moment, like heavenly music.

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly turned his head, looking at Coach Anzai with teary eyes, like a golden retriever waiting to be fed.

"Dad!!"

"I want to go on the court! I want to dunk!"

"I'm going to knock that ponytail braid into the audience!"

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses, his smile as kind as Colonel Sanders'.

"Go."

"Now, it's your stage."

"Let everyone see, our Shohoku team doesn't just have one Linbei, we also have an ace."

Sakuragi Hanamichi paused for a second.

immediately.

A surge of joy welled up inside me, and I felt a surge of excitement.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

He jumped up suddenly, ripped off his warm-up uniform, revealing a bright red number 10 jersey underneath.

"Finally, it's my turn to shine!"

"You monkeys of Toyotama! Wash your necks and get ready!"

"The genius Sakuragi Hanamichi has arrived! Tremble, mortals!!"

……

"beep--!!"

The pause has ended.

The players from both sides returned to the field.

In the stands, people were surprised to find that Shohoku had made a substitution.

The number 16 who had just been dominating the battlefield and leaving Toyotama completely bewildered was now sitting on the bench.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Why did number 16 go down there?"

"Are you hurt? Or is the battery dead?"

"That's impossible! He was just jumping around like a madman a moment ago."

In the press box.

An older reporter frowned, his pen twirling incessantly in his hand.

"What is Coach Anzai thinking?"

"Wouldn't it be better to strike while the iron is hot and completely crush Toyotama? Why force a slowdown?"

Why replace the core?

A young reporter nearby, who was looking at the documents, suddenly exclaimed:

"Senpai! That bald guy... is Sakuragi Hanamichi!"

"That guy who became famous for all the fouls in the prefectural tournament? The king of exits?"

"I heard he only studied basketball for a few months..."

Upon hearing this, Aida Yayoi's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Should we replace the ace with this rookie again?"

"Is this... military training?"

"They actually dare to use their players against Toyotama, a top-tier A-level team?"

"Just how arrogant is Shohoku?"

"This is going to nail Toyotama to the pillar of shame!"

On the field.

Although Lin Bei had his eyes closed, his mind was racing.

That outburst just now deepened his understanding of the [Kise Ryota] template.

Especially the feeling of switching skills at will.

It's like holding a master key in your hand.

If you want to, there's no lock you can't open; it's practically cheating.

"but……"

Lin Bei thought to himself.

"This playstyle relies too much on tempo and consumes mana too quickly."

"Once the rhythm is disrupted, the physical backlash will be severe."

"We still need to get Akagi and Rukawa to step up."

"Especially Akagi."

Lin Bei slightly opened his eyes and looked through the gap in the towel at the towering figure on the field.

"I was tortured by Shaq in the US for so long."

"If we can't even handle Toyotama's weak center."

"Then this trip to America was for nothing."

……

The game continues.

Toyota Ball Rights.

Although they were 16 points behind, Fengyu is still a regular in the top eight in the country, and its strength remains.

It has an extremely strong ability to adapt.

Nan Lie steadied himself and signaled to his teammates to create space.

Since we can't launch a fast attack, let's fight a positional battle and wear you down!

The ball was passed to the inside.

Mitsuaki Iwata catches the ball.

As Toyotama's center, he is 190 cm tall and quite heavy, making him look intimidating.

I just got blocked by Akagi, and I'm still angry.

"He's just a center for a C-level team."

"That shot was just an accident; I was careless."

Iwata Miaki backs down and attacks Akagi one-on-one.

Push it up hard.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Iwata Mitsuaki's expression changed drastically, as if he had crashed into a load-bearing wall.

Not moving.

Behind him stood Takenori Akagi, who resembled a fortress made of reinforced concrete.

The impact not only failed to move the other person, but also left his own shoulder aching terribly, as if his bones were about to break.

"How is that possible?!"

Iwata refused to believe it and gritted his teeth to exert force again, his face turning red.

"Open it!!"

Bang!

It still doesn't move.

even.

Akagi took another step forward.

The terrifying sense of oppression made Iwata feel like he was pushing a fully loaded heavy truck with the handbrake on.

"Too light."

Akagi's voice came from above.

Cold and dignified.

It carried an aura of malevolence reminiscent of hell, and a hint of... disgust?

"Is this the center for a top-tier A-level team?"

"Compared to that person, it's like playing house."

Akagi recalled the image of the fat, dark-skinned man who resembled a prehistoric behemoth in the Orlando training facility.

Shaquille O'Neal.

That monster that can send you flying two meters with just a light bump.

That figure that made him feel despair on countless nights.

In contrast.

Iwata Miaki in front of me.

It's like a child who hasn't been weaned.

lame.