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

"The moment Maki Shinichi started, Fukatsu's center of gravity didn't change at all."

"He didn't steal the ball with reflexes; he relied on pure 'calculation.'"

"He anticipated Amu's stride, dribbling rhythm, and power exertion habits in advance, and placed his hand there beforehand."

"To deal with a point guard like this who is as precise as a machine... Ryota, if you blindly rush in with your lightning speed, you will only end up worse off than Maki Shinichi."

Miyagi swallowed hard, instinctively clenching his fists, a chill running down his spine.

Lin Bei didn't stop; his finger continued to slide to the right, pointing to Kawada, who had intercepted the ball and then passed it to him.

"Look at this fat guy, Masashi Kawata."

Don't be fooled by his tank-like muscles.

"When Fukatsu passed the ball to him, he didn't even turn his head."

"A center who is over 1.9 meters tall can throw a precise long pass across the entire field in a second."

"His spatial memory and terrifying core strength are unmatched among centers nationwide."

Upon hearing this, Takenori Akagi swallowed hard.

He had thought he was invincible after his special training in the United States, but for the first time, he felt a sense of apprehension.

The footage continues to slow down, showing the moment when Eiji Sawakita receives the ball and launches a fast break.

"As for this number 9, Eiji Sawakita." Lin Bei pressed pause, and the image froze.

"I don't need to say more."

"He changed direction without slowing down while moving at high speed. Look at the flexion of his ankles and his center of gravity close to the floor."

"This level of core strength and coordination is beyond the scope of a high school student."

"He probably didn't even use half of his strength on that last shot."

Lin Bei threw the remote control on the table, clapped his hands, and looked down at the solemn-faced crowd.

"Their tactical execution is as precise as a computer. They have the vision and skills of a guard in the paint, and a sharp knife on the perimeter that can tear the defense apart at any time."

"This is the King of the Mountain, he's practically a max-level pro slaughtering the newbie village."

The air in the room was completely frozen.

Lin Bei's words were like a sharp scalpel, cruelly tearing away the veil of mystery surrounding the Mountain King and directly exposing its bloody power to everyone's faces.

Coach Anzai held a cup of hot tea, his eyes behind his glasses slightly narrowed, and his broad chin nodded gently.

"Lin Bei's explanation is very insightful."

"This was last year's semi-final, and Hainan lost."

Coach Anzai's voice was gentle yet carried great weight.

Akagi Takenori crossed his arms, his tall frame tense. He lowered his head, his voice low.

"Hainan was just as strong last year as it is now..."

"No, in terms of physical reserves and teamwork, they were probably even more formidable last year than they are now."

These words struck everyone like a hammer blow to the heart.

A deathly silence fell over everyone.

Mitsui Hisashi stared intently at his knees, clenching his teeth.

Miyagi lowered his head, looking at his hands that were trembling with nervousness.

Rukawa Kaede's chest heaved violently, and the flames in his eyes almost burst forth.

"They beat Hainan in just the first half..."

Mitsui's voice was hoarse, "15 points?"

Even Hainan, in front of Shanwang, was easily defeated by 15 points?

Even when watching the video, the members of Sannoh downplayed it.

A sense of despair spread like a tide, attempting to completely overwhelm the team.

In the midst of this suffocating atmosphere, a discordant voice suddenly rang out again.

"So what?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi impatiently picked at his ear, flicked the earwax away with his finger, and suspiciously glanced at the crowd who looked like they had lost their parents.

"Hey you guys, why do you look so pale? Are you scared?"

Sakuragi stood in the center of the room with his hands on his hips, looking utterly disdainful.

"It's just a stupid video, and you're so scared you can't even speak?"

"Gorilla, where's your majesty?"

"And you, mistress, did your three-point shooting strength disappear because of that?"

"Shut up, you bastard..." Mitsui's forehead veins bulged, but his retort lacked conviction.

Miyagi rolled her eyes and weakly complained.

"You're such an amateur who doesn't even know all the rules, yet you're so arrogant it's infuriating... You have no idea what that point difference means."

"What did you say, you stinking Miyagi?!"

Sakuragi immediately flew into a rage, took a step forward, and grabbed Miyagi by the collar.

The two men faced each other and started butting heads.

"This genius has a broad perspective! Don't you understand, you shorty!"

"How can you dominate the country if you boost the morale of others while diminishing your own?"

Watching the two of them wrestle as usual.

Although it was noisy, the heavy feeling was miraculously diluted.

Kogure Kiminobu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt his palms were covered in cold sweat.

But he knew the team couldn't lose confidence.

Kogure pushed up his reflective glasses, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

"Sakuragi is right, everyone, don't be discouraged yet," Kogure said firmly.

"Hainan did lose last year, and Sannoh was indeed terrifyingly strong."

"but……"

All eyes were on the gentle vice-captain.

Kogure glanced around, his gaze sweeping over Akagi, Rukawa, Mitsui, and Miyagi.

Finally, the gaze stopped on Lin Bei and Sakuragi, revealing a confident smile.

"However... our roster this year is so much stronger than last year's!"

These words were like a lightning bolt that cleaved through the gloom in the room.

Akagi suddenly looked up, his eyes regaining their domineering aura.

Yes, last year, he was the only one who struggled to keep up with Shohoku.

Now, Shohoku has the sharpest spear and the strongest shield!

There are five top starters, and an unfathomable monster named Lin Bei!

What's there to be afraid of?!

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes lit up, and he strode over to Kogure with an expression that said, "I've finally met a kindred spirit."

He slapped Kogure hard on the shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Kogure was so struck by the strange force that he staggered and almost vomited up his dinner.

"That's right! Glasses Guy!"

"You have such excellent taste!"

Sakuragi pointed smugly at his own nose.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say!"

"With this genius on the team, Shohoku is destined to win the championship this year!"

The atmosphere of excitement that had just been built up was ruined by this idiot.

Sakuragi was clearly not satisfied, and his confidence had swelled to the extreme.

He turned around and strode over to Coach Anzai.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Sakuragi unceremoniously stretched out his right hand and patted Coach Anzai's broad chin repeatedly.

"Pat! Pat! Pat!"

Sakuragi's hands moved like they were powered by motors, slapping wildly up and down, his white, muscular flesh trembling violently in the air.

"Don't worry, Dad!"

Forget about mountain kings and sea kings!

Sakuragi laughed wildly as he filmed, his saliva almost spraying onto Coach Anzai's face.

"This year, watch me!"

"I'm going to smash that guy called Sannoh to pieces!"

"Hahahaha!"

Coach Anzai shook his head back and forth like a rattle-drum, his glasses almost flying off, but he still smiled.

But Akagi and Mitsui, who were standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore.

"You lawless idiot!!!"

With a roar, Akagi's iron fist, as thick as a casserole dish, descended from the sky and slammed into Sakuragi's bald head.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!" Sakuragi screamed and crouched down, clutching his head.

Before he could react, Mitsui Hisashi pounced and grabbed Sakuragi by the neck, dragging him backward.

"You bastard! Show some respect to the coach! Believe me or not, I'll kill you!" Mitsui roared in exasperation.

"Gorilla! Mistress! You're just jealous of my genius!" Sakuragi shouted as he struggled.

Miyagi also joined the fray, taking the opportunity to kick Sakuragi in the butt twice.

The entire hotel room was in complete chaos, with chickens and dogs running amok.