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

"Ahem!"

The referee cleared his throat forcefully and glared at Lin Bei.

Lin Bei immediately responded with an innocent face that said, "I didn't do anything."

He shrugged and slipped back to the three-point line.

The game has resumed.

Shohoku has possession of the ball.

Lin Bei calmly dribbled the ball on the outside, facing off against Nan Lie.

Nan Lie lowered his center of gravity, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

That kid is too arrogant. We have to make him leave lying down today!

After making up his mind, Nan Lie tensed up all his muscles.

Bang, bang!

Lin Bei started dribbling, the basketball blurring between his legs.

The next second, he suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Like a cheetah striking, it forcefully breaks through to the right!

Nan Lie immediately slid forward to block, while simultaneously and very discreetly extending his right foot forward.

This is an extremely despicable and underhanded trap.

Not only that, but he also secretly raised his left elbow, like a sharp knife aimed straight at Lin Bei's fragile ribs!

This combo is extremely vicious; an ordinary person would be instantly crippled if hit by it.

However, Lin Bei not only didn't dodge, but instead burst out laughing.

Trying to play dirty tricks on me?

Instead of retreating, he accelerated suddenly and rammed head-on into Nan Lie!

Just as the two were about to collide, Lin Bei's body twisted in an arc like a swimming fish.

Tai Chi, neutralizing force!

Nan Lie felt as if his elbow had struck a ball of cotton, and all the force he had gathered was completely dissipated.

Before he could react, Lin Bei's shoulders suddenly slumped down, and his blood surged.

Bajiquan's deadly move!

Iron Mountain Lean!

An extremely terrifying burst of power, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly poured out from Lin Bei's shoulders and back!

boom! !

A loud explosion, ten times louder than when the palace was slammed into the wall, rang out!

Nan Lie felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding dump truck, and his sternum felt like it was about to crack.

His feet left the ground, and he flew backward uncontrollably, tracing a tragic parabola in mid-air.

It flew more than three meters away!

With a dull thud, Nan Lie crashed heavily onto the floor, even sliding forward half a meter along the smooth wooden floor.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, forgetting even to breathe.

The referee was shocked and quickly put his whistle in his mouth, just about to blow the whistle for Lin Bei's charge.

Before he could even take a full breath, Lin Bei let out a miserable howl:

"ah!!"

Lin Bei clutched his chest and took two steps back, pointing at Nan Lie, who was lying on the ground, questioning his existence.

He shouted, his face full of grievance, "Referee! He's acting!"

"A staged accident! A complete staged accident!"

"Flying this far, what do you take me for? A Kamen Rider?"

"He deserves an Oscar!"

Lin Bei vehemently accused the other party of faking a fall.

The referee stood frozen in place, unable to blow his whistle.

He glanced at Lin Bei, whose face was completely innocent, then at Nan Lie, who lay three meters away, looking like a dead dog...

This distance is truly outrageous.

How could a high school student possibly knock someone so far away?

Newton must be turning in his grave!

That was an absolutely outrageous fake fall!

The referee quickly made a decision in his mind, ran directly to Nan Lie, and gave him an extremely stern warning gesture.

Watch your movements!

"Don't try to pull any tricks on me to draw fouls!" the referee warned Nan Lie sternly.

Upon seeing this, Fengyu's team members were immediately excited and rushed forward.

"Are you blind, referee?!"

"Didn't you see him hitting someone?!" Kishimoto roared angrily, jumping up and down, and Itakura roared along with him.

"How is it?!"

"He faked the fall and now he thinks he's right?"

The Xiangbei team immediately rushed forward.

The scene immediately spiraled out of control, and it looked like it was about to escalate into a full-blown brawl.

On the outskirts of the chaotic crowd, Lin Bei stood by and watched coldly, like an outsider.

He casually rubbed his shoulders and strolled over to the furious Kishimoto.

His tone was utterly contemptuous: "That's it? You can't even handle that?"

He looked down at the Toyotama players, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

"Everyone, this is just the beginning."

……

Beep—!

The referee blew his whistle forcefully.

A sharp whistle pierced the noise of the Hiroshima Stadium.

The first half has officially ended.

The red numbers on the scoreboard were particularly glaring: Shohoku 47-36 Toyotama.

The difference remained firmly in the double digits.

Whispers erupted from the audience.

Toyotama's supporters waved inflatable sticks wildly and cursed Shohoku's players loudly.

The stadium was filled with harsh insults.

The Shohoku players lined up and walked expressionlessly toward the player tunnel.

Lin Bei walked at the back of the group, casually grabbing a white towel and draping it around his neck.

The towel covered most of his shoulders, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Ahead, Toyotama's players are also heading towards the tunnel.

The two teams met unexpectedly at the narrow entrance.

Kishimoto Minori deliberately slowed her pace and turned to stare fiercely at Miyagi Ryota.

"Shorty, I'll make you crawl out of here in the second half," Kishimoto sneered.

Miyagi Ryota stopped in his tracks and met his gaze without flinching.

"You can try, I'll break your ankle." Miyagi's voice turned cold.

Kishimoto Minori, enraged, laughed and suddenly took a step forward.

His towering figure closed in on Miyagi: "You're asking for death!"

Just as he raised his fist, a hand firmly grabbed his wrist.

The hand didn't look particularly large, yet it remained motionless like an iron clamp.

Kishimoto Minori was stunned, then turned to meet Lin Bei's unfathomable eyes.

"Want to fight? There's no need." Lin Bei's voice was very soft.

But every word was chilling: "I wouldn't mind sending you to the orthopedics department right now."

Lin Bei suddenly exerted force with his fingers, and Kishimoto Minori immediately let out a scream.

He felt as if his wrist bones were about to be crushed.

"Let go!" Kishimoto was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat.

The other Toyotama players immediately surrounded them.

"What do you want to do!" Daijiro Itakura shouted.

Akagi Takenori stood like an iron tower in front of Lin Bei, letting out a furious roar: "All of you, step back!"

The atmosphere in the passageway plummeted to freezing point, with tensions running high between the two sides.

Several security personnel rushed over and shouted a warning: "Spread out! Everyone spread out!"

Lin Bei chuckled and casually shook off Kishimoto's wrist.

Kishimoto staggered back two steps and crashed into the wall in a sorry state.

"In the second half, you will experience true hell," Lin Bei said.

He walked into the locker room without looking back.

The stands were completely silent, especially the seats for the Hainan team.

Coach Gao stopped waving his folding fan and stared intently at the entrance to the passage where Lin Bei had disappeared.

"Nan Lie's elbow strike has enraged this monster," Coach Gao said in a deep voice.

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms over his chest, his brows furrowed.

The scene kept replaying in his mind; Lin Bei's attack that sent Nan Lie flying was too bizarre.

Amu suddenly spoke up: "Was that... Chinese Kung Fu?"