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

Kiyota Nobunaga suddenly turned his head.

Eyes widened: "Kung Fu?"

"Senior Amu, you're joking, right?"

"This is a basketball game!"

Amu shook his head, his expression extremely serious: "Did you see clearly Lin Bei's movements when he exerted force?"

Kiyota Nobunaga was stunned. After recalling for a moment, he could only shake his head: "The speed was too fast. I only saw Nan Lie fly out."

Jin Soichiro adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed the situation.

"At the moment of impact, Lin Bei made a tiny twist of his body, avoiding Nan Lie's elbow."

"Then he rammed his shoulder into Nan Lie's chest," Jin Zongyi added.

Amu nodded: "That's right, it's an extremely sophisticated technique for generating power."

Amu took a deep breath: "I've seen it on TV before, it's called the Iron Mountain Lean of Bajiquan."

Kiyota Nobunaga gasped, "Iron Mountain Lean? Isn't that a martial arts technique? How dare he use it on the court?"

Amu sneered: "Because he calculated the referee's perspective."

"From the referee's perspective, it was Nan Lie who deliberately bumped into him; Lin Bei was just making a normal ball-protecting move."

Coach Gao reopened the folding fan: "This Lin Bei is not only terrifying in basketball skills, but even more terrifying intellect."

He looked towards Fengyu's rest area: "Fengyu's mad dogs have really messed up this time."

……

The door to the Shohoku lounge was suddenly pushed open.

boom!

Sakuragi Hanamichi strode into the room and slammed his fist hard against the metal wardrobe.

The sturdy cabinet door dented on the spot, and a piercing metallic twisting sound echoed in the room.

"hateful!"

Sakuragi roared through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.

The atmosphere in the locker room was extremely oppressive.

No one spoke; everyone was consumed by anger.

Lin Bei walked to the bench, sat down, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and took a big gulp.

The icy water slid down his throat, and Lin Bei looked up, breaking the silence: "How's Rukawa Kaede?"

Yasuda swallowed hard and stood up from the corner: "He's still in the infirmary, I'll go check on him."

He turned to open the door, then stopped and tentatively asked, "Sakuragi, do you want to come along?"

Sakuragi suddenly turned his head.

He strode up behind Yasuda and stretched out his thick arm to strangle Yasuda's neck.

"what?"

"Why do I have to go see that dead fox?" Sakuragi roared.

Yasuda's face turned red from being strangled, and he struggled desperately, waving his hands wildly.

"Because...because when Rukawa was on the court, you were the first one to rush onto the court."

"I thought you cared about him..." Yasuda gasped for breath.

Several veins bulged on Sakuragi's forehead as he delivered a headbutt to Yasuda.

Boom!

A dull thud resounded.

Yasuda clutched his head and squatted down, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

Sakuragi pointed at Yasuda from his superior position and roared:

"Listen to me carefully!"

"I will defeat Rukawa Kaede one day."

Sakuragi put his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and snorted coldly.

"I was just studying Rukawa Kaede's weaknesses, but that clueless guy ruined my plans."

Sakuragi pointed towards Toyotama outside the door: "That's why I'm so excited, do you understand?"

Yasuda covered his head and nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand."

Akagi Takenori walked over with a dark face and punched Sakuragi on the head without any politeness.

"Don't go crazy here!" Akagi roared.

Sakuragi, clutching his head, squatted on the ground in protest: "Gorilla, what are you doing?!"

Akagi ignored him and turned to Lin Bei: "How should we play in the second half?"

Lin Bei put down the water bottle in his hand, stood up and walked to the tactics board.

"Fengyu will definitely intensify his efforts in the second half." Lin Bei picked up a marker and drew a few circles.

"Their target will shift to me or the captain, so everyone be careful to protect yourselves."

Ryota Miyagi clenched his fists: "Those bastards don't deserve to play basketball."

Mitsui Hisashi leaned against the wall and wiped the sweat from his brow: "We need to hit them hard with points."

Coach Anzai sat in his chair and pushed up his reflective glasses.

"Everyone needs to stay calm."

Coach Anzai said slowly, "Victory in the game is the best revenge."

Lin Bei nodded, his voice icy cold: "Leave it to me. I'll show them what despair is."

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly stood up and walked towards the door without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Akagi asked.

"Go to the restroom!" Sakuragi pushed open the door without turning around.

Walking down the empty corridor, he didn't go to the restroom, but went straight to the infirmary.

The door to the infirmary was ajar, and Sakuragi stopped and peered through the crack.

Rukawa Kaede sat on the hospital bed as the doctor cleaned the wound on his brow bone with gauze.

Blood stained the white gauze, and Rukawa Kaede's face was pale, but his right eye still shone with a cold fighting spirit.

Sakuragi pushed open the door and went in. The two looked at each other, and the air became quiet.

"What are you doing here?" Rukawa asked coldly.

"Let's see if you're dead yet." Sakuragi retorted without any politeness.

The doctor examined the two players: "The wound is deep and requires stitches. He definitely won't be able to play in the second half."

Rukawa Kaede suddenly stood up and gritted his teeth, saying, "I can still fight."

The doctor shoved him back onto the bed and scolded him sternly, "Stop fooling around!"

Sakuragi walked to the bedside, crossed his arms, and looked at Rukawa.

"You damn fox, just lie there obediently."

"Leave the rest of the matches to me, this genius."

Rukawa Kaede scoffed, "Idiot."

Sakuragi's forehead veins bulged, but he managed to suppress his outburst.

"You just wait and see, I'll beat those bastards to a pulp, and you'll be no exception."

After saying that, Sakuragi turned and walked out of the infirmary.

Rukawa Kaede watched Sakuragi's retreating figure, clenched his fists, and muttered to himself, "Don't lose, you idiot."

Meanwhile, in Toyotama's lounge, the atmosphere was strangely frenzied.

Several players were laughing unrestrainedly.

Daijiro Itakura slapped his thigh: "Captain, you just skated way too far, hahaha, that referee actually believed your nonsense."

Kyohei Yasaka chimed in, "Those guys from Shohoku must be furious."

Kishimoto Minori leaned against the wardrobe, her face full of arrogance: "That number 16 from Shohoku is a complete clown. We'll cripple him in the second half."

Nan Lie sat on a bench in the corner, not joining his teammates' celebration.

He clutched a white towel tightly to his chest, making the surrounding laughter seem particularly jarring.

Nan Lie looked down at his slightly trembling hands, his mind filled with questions.

What exactly happened?

How did I suddenly fly away?

Recalling the moment of impact, the force was simply irresistible, like crashing into a moving steel wall.

My sternum still aches faintly, and every breath is accompanied by a tearing pain.

There was even a metallic taste of blood in his throat; it definitely wasn't a fake fall.

The other party really knocked him flying.