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

Lin Bei shook his wrist, which had gone numb from the shock, and chuckled, cursing:

"This guy is really strong."

High up in the stands, the four members of Sakuragi's gang were neatly perched on the railing.

Yohei Mito watched Sakuragi sprinting across the field and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Family members, I have very mixed feelings right now."

Takamiya Nozomi didn't even bother chewing the potato chips, and took a deep sniff:

"Understanding you is like an old father seeing his foolish son finally succeed."

Da Nan and Noma nodded in unison: "That's exactly what I wanted..."

The image of the gymnasium in Shizuoka Prefecture simultaneously flashed into the minds of all four.

A whole week of grueling closed training, tens of thousands of tedious and maddening basketball shots.

Sakuragi practiced until his legs cramped every day, his jersey was soaked with sweat, and the wooden floor was covered with sweat stains from his practice.

The four of them took turns being the ball-serving machine, and their arms ached so much that they couldn't even hold chopsticks properly while eating noodles.

No one knows the significance of this goal better than them.

Screw your luck!

This is a miracle forged with blood and sweat!

Haruko Akagi gripped the iron railing tightly with both hands, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Sakuragi!"

Haruko shouted it out loud, her voice trembling with barely suppressed joy.

Your efforts have not been in vain!

Sakuragi Hanamichi slammed on the brakes and looked up.

The girl in the stands was smiling at him, with tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes; it was so sweet it touched his heart.

Sakuragi's face flushed red to the roots of his neck, his innocent boyish DNA kicking in.

He took a deep breath, suddenly raised his right arm, and clenched his fist heavily towards the stands!

Yohei Mito laughed, and Nozomi Takamiya laughed too.

The four of them raised their fists at the same time, responding to Sakuragi from a distance.

This is the unique romance and tacit understanding of the Bad Boys Legion.

"beep--!"

The piercing buzzer sounded, and the referee promptly blew his whistle and signaled a timeout.

Toyotama requests a pause!

Looking up at the scoreboard, the numbers were so glaring they made my scalp tingle.

Shohoku High School 102-74 Toyotama High School!

With only five minutes left in the second half, Shohoku held a massive 28-point lead and completely dominated Toyotama!

Coach Fengyu stood on the sidelines, his face so dark it looked like ink could drip from it.

He gritted his teeth and called the final timeout of the game.

……

Inside the Hiroshima Stadium.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The glaring red numbers on the scoreboard mercilessly mocked Toyotama's arrogance.

102: 74.

The massive 28-point deficit effectively condemned the entire Toyotama team to shame.

Toyotama's bench was deathly silent; not a single person dared to breathe loudly.

There was no tactical discussion, let alone any mutual encouragement.

All that remained were heavy, labored breathing sounds, like an old, broken bellows being pulled desperately.

Kishimoto Minori braced herself tightly on her knees with both hands, sweat pouring down her face as if it were free.

His chest heaved violently, and it felt like he had swallowed a piece of burning charcoal.

"Huff... huff..."

Kishimoto looked up, his eyes stinging from the sweat.

He doesn't understand.

This is my debut in the national competition!

How could they be so thoroughly thrashed by an unknown team?

Kishimoto's gaze shifted stiffly, looking towards the end of the bench.

Nan Lie slumped down there, a towel covering half his face.

The person was like a shell whose soul had been drained.

The "ace killer" who struck fear into the hearts of his opponents across the country is now too weak to even lift his head.

Seeing the captain cowering like a turtle, Kishimoto's rationality snapped.

He rushed forward and roughly ripped the towel off Nan Lie's head.

"Nan! What the hell are you spacing out for?!"

Nan Lie slowly raised his head.

Those eyes were devoid of any light, so empty they were chilling.

"Say something!"

Kishimoto grabbed Nan Lie's jersey collar, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"They've already destroyed one of Rukawa Kaede's eyes!"

"That redhead is clearly an amateur who only knows how to foul!"

"Why are we being beaten up like this?"

Kishimoto's voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with barely concealed panic.

"Did we make a mistake from the very beginning?"

"Could it be that Coach Kitano's run-and-gun tactics... simply don't work?!"

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone in Fengyu.

The surrounding team members were so frightened that they all lowered their heads, not daring to look Kishimoto in the eye.

Admitting that their tactics were wrong is tantamount to trampling on their faith built up over the past three years.

Nan Lie remained as if he were mute.

He stared blankly at Kishimoto's contorted face, while his mind was replaying the image of Rukawa shooting with his eyes closed.

That kind of pure dedication to basketball, willing to risk even one's life.

He lost it a long time ago.

"Alright, stop arguing, Kishimoto."

A figure forced his way in.

Coach Kinpei frowned and reached out to pull the crazed Kishimoto away.

"Now is not the time for infighting."

Jin Ping suppressed his temper and tried his best to make his tone sound calm.

"You two are the pillars of this team."

"If even you guys start fighting, how are we supposed to compete in the rest of the matches?"

"The game isn't over yet, there are still five minutes left..."

"Shut up!"

A furious shout interrupted Jin Ping.

Kishimoto turned around abruptly, his eyes fierce like a wolf cornered in a desperate situation.

He flung Jin Ping's hand away.

"You old codger, you have no right to interrupt!"

Kishimoto pointed at the scoreboard hanging high above, spitting as he spoke.

"I've already lost everything, down to my last penny!"

"You have absolutely no say here!"

"What do you know about run-and-gun offense? Do you understand the essence of Coach Kitano's tactics?"

"Shut up! Go sit over there and be my mascot!"

The Fengyu team members trembled with fear, but no one in the entire stadium dared to say anything to stop them.

In their eyes, Jinping was just a puppet to make up the numbers.

Coach Kitano is the only true god.

Jinping was completely stunned.

He stared intently at the student in front of him, whose face was full of disdain and arrogance.

It's been two years.

To keep this job, and for the sake of these arrogant youngsters.

He swallowed his anger, being ignored, mocked, and treated like air.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed it all.

But today.

Under the spotlight of the national competition.

In this humiliating defeat that will forever be etched in our memories.

Looking at Kishimoto's extremely arrogant face, Kinpei's mental state completely snapped.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap silenced the noise in the stadium.

Kishimoto's face was slapped to one side, and he staggered back two steps.

He covered his burning cheek, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"you……"

The entire Fengyu team was petrified.

Mitsuaki Iwata's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Daijiro Itakura's water bottle slammed to the floor with a "thud," spilling water everywhere.

That kind-hearted person who usually doesn't dare to utter a single word...

They actually made a move?!

Jin Ping slowly withdrew his hand, his fist still trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't from being scared, it was from the pent-up frustration that finally exploded.

"You bunch of reckless brats..."