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

Jin Ping's voice was deep and muffled.

Yet it exudes a ruthless determination, as if it were a do-or-die situation.

"They're not even fully grown yet, and they're already acting like they own the place!"

He stepped forward and stared intently at Kishimoto.

"What kind of attitude is this?! Huh?!"

"I'm your coach! I'm your elder!"

"No wonder I find you all so disgusting!"

Jin Ping completely lost his temper and roared, the veins on his neck bulging.

"They keep talking about Coach Kitano all the time."

"Since you admire him so much, why don't you learn from his character and how to conduct yourself?"

"Having learned only a little bit, they treat the basketball court like a gladiatorial arena for murder and arson!"

The Fengyu group fell silent after being scolded.

Nan Lie finally reacted like a living person, staring at Jin Ping in astonishment.

This was the first time he had seen something called "backbone" in this cowardly coach.

The audience erupted in excitement.

"Holy crap, look over there!"

"Did Toyotama's coach physically assault a player?"

"Tsk tsk, losing the game and losing face, it's unbearable to watch."

The mocking voices came like a tidal wave.

Kishimoto covered his swollen cheek, the shock subsiding, and his sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed him.

He, the ace of Toyotama, was slapped in the face by a useless coach in front of everyone!

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

"This is a live broadcast of the national competition!"

"If the organizing committee finds out, you'll be in trouble for the rest of your life..."

Kishimoto gritted his teeth, his voice straining out from between them.

"It doesn't matter."

Jin Ping coldly interrupted him, a bitter smile that looked more like a grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth.

His expression suddenly became unusually calm.

That's the feeling of relaxation after completely giving up.

"Anyway, after today, I'll have to pack my bags and get out of here."

Jin Ping turned around and pointed to the glaring score on the scoreboard.

"The board of directors had already given a firm order."

"You must break through Coach Kitano's top-eight barrier within two years, or you're out."

"This competition is the final deadline."

Jinping pointed to the imposing Xiangbei team across the street.

"As soon as the final whistle blows, I have to pack my things and leave."

"Just like Coach Kitano, whom you all loved back then."

Kishimoto was completely dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

It turns out this was the old man they had been trampling on all along.

Like them, he had long been standing on the edge of a cliff.

Jin Ping turned around and glanced at the group of troublemakers he both hated and felt sorry for.

"I really hate you guys."

"I hate your arrogance, I hate your disdain for others."

"But I'm still your head coach."

"As long as the competition isn't over, I have to stand guard until the very end."

Jin Ping took a deep breath, his eyes sharper than ever before.

"Don't let the name 'Fengyu' become a laughing stock for the entire nation!"

Kishimoto stared blankly at Kinpei.

He lowered his head, like a defeated rooster, and silently sat back down on the bench.

Stop making a fuss.

They stopped cursing.

An eerie silence fell over Toyotama's bench.

That was the despair that came after fully recognizing reality.

The other end of the field.

The Shohoku bench is a completely different story.

In the stands, the Sakuragi Army was leaning on the railing, frantically watching the show.

Takamiya Nozomi's mouth was stuffed full of potato chips, and she was chewing them with a crunching sound.

"Holy crap, look over there! They've already started!"

"That coach really went all out; I was sweating buckets after that."

Oonan Yuji blew a lewd whistle, his face full of excitement:

"Initiating internal strife directly?!"

"It would be a miracle if he didn't break down after being beaten like that."

Yohei Mito crossed his arms and smiled with amusement.

"Down by almost 30 points, even a god would be in trouble."

"However, the old man's last few words did have a certain imposing presence."

The Shohoku team members also peeked out to watch the show.

Mitsui Hisashi pulled up his jersey to wipe his sweat, his face full of disgust:

"It's really ugly."

"They started fighting before the match was even over."

Ryota Miyagi twirled the basketball in his hand, a smug look on his face.

"No matter what trouble they cause, we're guaranteed to win."

Akagi Takenori, his face dark, was about to yell at them to behave themselves.

Coach Anzai's leisurely voice rang out at just the right moment.

"Look here, everyone."

The old man pushed up his reflective glasses, not even glancing at the person opposite him out of the corner of his eye.

He stared steadily at the tactics board, his tone calm and unhurried.

"How the other party makes a fuss is their business."

"We only have one task now."

Coach Anzai looked up, his kind gaze sweeping over the group of passionate teenagers.

"Hold on for the last few minutes."

"Take the victory."

The voice wasn't loud, but it acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly stabilizing morale.

On the bench, Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair.

He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp, the icy water droplets sliding down his Adam's apple.

He glanced at the Fengyu group opposite him, who looked as if they had lost their parents, and burst out laughing.

That coach named Jinping is a tough nut to crack.

Unfortunately, it came to this realization too late.

In competitive sports, being bad is the original sin.

No matter what your reasons are, if you get beaten up, you have to stand at attention and take the beating.

Lin Bei stood up and casually stretched his neck, his joints cracking.

"Dad is right."

Lin Bei walked to the sidelines, turned his back to the crowd, waved, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Once you've had your fill of melons, get back to work."

"Clock out of get off work early."

"I'm so hungry my stomach is practically sticking to my back."

Everyone paused for a second, then burst into laughter.

Akagi Takenori's lips twitched twice, then he roared angrily:

"Alright! Everyone, come on stage!"

"Take them down in one fell swoop!"

"The first step to dominating the nation begins today!"

"oh!!!"

The entire Shohoku team roared in unison, their momentum practically lifting the roof off.

Although Rukawa Kaede's left eye was bandaged, the fighting spirit in his right eye was almost overflowing.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stroked his bald head, grinning wildly.

"Watch how this genius ends the game!"

"Beep—!"

A sharp whistle pierced the field, and the game continued.

Toyotama's five-person mechanical team entered the field.

No one uttered a sound; the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Coach Jinping slumped back onto the bench.

He gripped his hair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

"What the hell am I talking about...?"

He gritted his teeth, his voice leaking from between his fingers, "What do you mean, 'disgusting them'..."

Staring at Nan Lie's stiff back, Jin Ping's eyes stung with tears.

"They...they're just a bunch of kids."

The basketball bounced high off the front edge of the rim.

Nan Lie was panting heavily, sweat blurring his vision, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand to wipe it.

Coach Kitano… he chanted frantically in his mind.

A furious roar suddenly erupted from under the basket!

Sakuragi Hanamichi rose up from the ground, his broad back trapping Iwata Mitsuaki tightly on the outside.

He gripped the basketball tightly with both hands in mid-air, and it landed with a dull thud.

"Give it to me! Rebounds belong to this genius!" Sakuragi shouted at the top of his lungs.

Toyotama's bench erupted in chaos.

Holy crap!

"Captain Nan has now won eight consecutive ironballs! This is going to be incredible!"