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

"Beep—!"

The referee blew the whistle to make a substitution.

A commotion broke out in front of Toyotama High School's bench.

Nan Lie pushed the team doctor aside and staggered to his feet.

Thick elastic bandages were wrapped around my chest, and the ice packs couldn't suppress the tearing pain at all.

Nan Lie gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "I want to go on stage."

Minori Kishimoto grabbed him, exclaiming, "Are you crazy? What if you break your ribs?!"

Nan Lie shook off his hand and stared intently at Rukawa Kaede on the court.

"I don't want to lose, Toyotama can't fall here!"

He grabbed a clean jersey, put it on, and strode toward the scorer's table.

Shohoku bench.

Lin Bei was leaning back in his chair, drinking water, when he caught a glimpse of Nan Lie at the technical table.

He stopped what he was doing and burst out laughing.

"The bones are quite hard; it seems I went too lightly."

Ayako, listening nearby, was terrified: "Grandma, please don't cause any more trouble."

Lin Bei shrugged and casually tossed the towel onto the chair.

"He's just being stubborn; he won't last long."

On the field, Nan Lie returned to the field.

Fengyu's morale seemed to have seen a slight resurgence.

"The captain is back!"

"Defeat Shohoku!"

Toyotama supporters in the stands started making noise again.

Nan Lie walked up to Rukawa Kaede, his tone vicious.

"If you've lost one eye, you should obediently get down here, or I'll ruin your other eye too."

Rukawa Kaede gave him a cold glance.

"Enough with the nonsense, it's really unnecessary."

Miyagi keenly caught Rukawa's gesture to call for the ball, and passed it straight to him like a cannonball.

Rukawa caught the ball with one hand, his center of gravity suddenly lowering.

Nan Lie was on high alert, his arms outstretched and his knees slightly bent.

He had planned it all out: if Rukawa dared to break through, he would cripple his leg with a concealed knee strike.

He had never failed to use this underhanded trick.

But Rukawa Kaede didn't play by the rules at all.

The moment the basketball hit the ground, Rukawa's body inexplicably relaxed.

The extremely slow dribbling pace has a deadly allure.

Nan Lie's breathing involuntarily slowed down by half a beat.

Just as he was about to look for an opening, Rukawa Kaede disappeared.

All that remained before Nan Lie's eyes was a blurry image.

The breakthrough image was like something that had been forcibly removed from the brain.

"What?!"

Nan Lie stared in horror, instinctively swinging his elbow to strike.

In the end, they smashed nothing; they didn't even manage to brush against the hem of Rukawa's clothes.

A gust of wind brushed past my ear.

Rukawa Kaede had already risen to near the free-throw line and easily jumped.

"Swish!" The basketball swished through the net.

"asshole!"

Nan Lie clutched his aching chest, his jersey soaked with cold sweat.

This is practically a dimensional reduction attack!

If you can't even lock onto the target, how can you carry out a dirty trick?

"That wretched fox!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so angry under the basket that he jumped up and down, frantically scratching his red hair.

"Clearly, I'm the genius who should be the protagonist!"

"How does this stinky fox manage to cheat like that?"

"Even this fox can activate a Zone now, isn't it about to catch up with this genius?"

Sakuragi glared at Rukawa's retreating figure through gritted teeth.

Feng Yu serves the ball from the baseline.

Kishimoto Minori had just crossed the halfway line when she was tightly marked by Miyagi Ryota.

Give me the ball!

Nan Lie roared and forcefully pushed past the defense to get the ball.

He must retaliate.

But the moment the ball left his hand, a red lightning bolt shot out from the side.

Rukawa Kaede accurately predicted the passing route, stretched out his long arm, and directly intercepted the pass.

"Get back on defense quickly!"

Coach Fengyu was yelling anxiously from the sidelines.

Nan Lie ran back as fast as he could and finally blocked Rukawa Kaede outside the three-point line.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Nan Lie spread his arms wide, his face contorted by the excruciating pain in his chest.

Rukawa Kaede stopped and held the ball with both hands.

Instead of making a breakthrough, he made a move that sent chills down the spines of everyone in the audience.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Has he gone mad?!" Kiyota Nobunaga jumped up from the stands.

"Shooting with your eyes closed?!" Maki Shinichi looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Nan Lie was stunned for a second, then his anger flared up.

"How dare you look down on me!"

He jumped up with all his might to block the shot, and even secretly stretched out his black foot in mid-air to try to trip someone.

Rukawa Kaede felt the wind flowing in the darkness.

The sound of sneakers rubbing together, Nan Lie's panting, and the change in airflow caused by that black foot.

Everything is under control.

Rukawa leaned back slightly, easily avoiding the dirty move.

The position of the basketball hoop is already etched into muscle memory.

Take off, stay in the air, and move your wrist.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born!

The basketball traced a perfect parabola in the air.

"Swish—" The crisp sound of the net being wiped was like celestial music.

The entire arena was deathly silent for a full two seconds, followed by a deafening roar of gasps.

"Shoot with your eyes closed?"

"Is this even possible for a carbon-based organism?!"

"Shohoku's number 11 is on fire!"

Nan Lie landed in a daze, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the floor.

Their psychological defenses were completely shattered.

He can't even defend against someone with their eyes closed, so what's the point of fighting him!

"That fox stole all the limelight!"

Sakuragi roared under the basket, "This genius is going to show off the results of our training camp!"

Toyotama's counterattack was in disarray, and Itakura's three-pointer bounced off the rim.

"The rebound is mine!"

Sakuragi leaped high like a roc spreading its wings, forcefully smashing Iwata Mitsuaki aside.

He held the ball firmly in mid-air with one hand.

"Well done! Quickly, send word to Miyagi!" Ayako shouted from the sidelines.

But Sakuragi wouldn't listen at all.

He had only one thought in his mind: score a goal and slap that scoundrel in the face!

Sakuragi landed without even looking at the guards, and immediately dribbled the ball and sprinted towards the frontcourt.

"Stop him!"

Kishimoto Minori was shocked and quickly called for a retreat.

Sakuragi's dribbling is rough and wild, but extremely fast.

It was like a runaway bulldozer, rushing into the Central Investment Zone in the blink of an eye.

"This is it!" Sakuragi stopped abruptly and grabbed the ball.

Toyotama's four players have already surrounded them like an iron barrel.

Four large hands simultaneously covered his head.

"You big idiot! Pass the ball!" Miyagi was jumping up and down in frustration in the open space.

Sakuragi ignored them and forced his way up to attack despite the presence of four people.

"Snapped!"

Mitsuaki Iwata slapped the ball away with a powerful blow, a solid volleyball block!

The audience burst into laughter.

"What's that red-haired monkey doing? Is it just asking for trouble?"

"If you can't shoot, don't shoot! You're just making a fortune!"

The Sakuragi Army in the stands collectively covered their faces.

Yohei Mito sighed deeply: "That big idiot."

Takamiya Nozomi crunched on potato chips: "This is too embarrassing. I choose not to know him this time."

Kishimoto made a long pass from the sideline, and Itakura easily scored a layup on a fast break.

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot!"

Enraged, Mitsui Hisashi rushed over and kicked Sakuragi in the butt.

"Trying to shoot when facing four opponents? Are you out of your mind or trying to fly to the moon?!"

Sakuragi was kicked, but he didn't react like a wooden doll.

He stared blankly at his hands, muttering to himself.

When Mitsui leaned closer to listen, he almost fainted from anger.

"When shooting, start from the knee... keep your wrist gentle..."

Sakuragi was completely immersed in his own world, utterly obsessed.

"Hey! Wake up!" Mitsui shook Sakuragi's shoulders violently.

Sakuragi suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Give me another chance."

"I'm sure I can get in."