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

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at the man's suit pocket.

The man's icy expression underwent a dramatic face-changing act within a fraction of a second of seeing the caller ID.

His tense expression instantly relaxed, and the icy look in his eyes vanished completely.

The multinational tycoon who had exuded an aura of authority just moments before had even softened his posture.

He answered the phone, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart: "Wife."

Hearing those two cloying words gave Lin Bei goosebumps, and he immediately rolled his eyes.

The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was rapid and energetic.

Even without speakerphone, Lin Bei's abnormal hearing allowed him to hear everything clearly.

"Have you seen your son?"

"Stop scaring him with that deadpan expression all the time!"

"Let him play basketball if he wants; it'll help him relax."

"Once he's had enough fun, let's take him back home. I miss my precious son so much!"

Faced with a barrage of questions, the man nodded repeatedly, a fawning smile on his lips, showing no trace of his capitalist nature.

"I saw him, I saw him. I didn't look sullen, I'm chatting with him right now."

"No way, my son and I have a great relationship."

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring my son back safely."

"Stop talking nonsense and give him the phone!" the woman gave the top order.

The man handed the phone to Lin Bei, his gentle expression instantly turning into a warning.

That look seemed to say: Dare to upset your mother, and I'll skin you alive.

Lin Bei pouted, reluctantly took his leg down, and accepted this hot potato.

The moment the phone was brought to his ear, his languid, unapproachable demeanor vanished instantly.

"Mom..." he drawled, his tone unusually obedient.

"Oh, my precious son!"

The mother's love on the other end of the phone was almost overflowing from the screen.

"Did you eat well over there?"

"You haven't lost weight, have you? When are you coming home?"

"Mom makes sure the kitchen has your favorite dishes on hand every day!"

Lin Bei pinched the bridge of his nose and patiently coaxed:

"My mom's doing great, she hasn't lost weight."

"Who dares to bully me? I'm already being nice by not bullying them."

"I'll go back once I've finished dealing with things here."

"Okay, okay, I'll just treat it as exercise." Lin Bei's lips twitched.

After chatting for a few more minutes and repeatedly assuring me that I would return home safely, the phone call finally ended.

Lin Bei tossed his phone back onto the coffee table and let out a long sigh.

The moment the phone left his hand, the man on the other end instantly switched back to his cold and ruthless capitalist persona.

A near-cold calm returned to the suite.

The two stood up in unison and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Two single armchairs were placed by the window, and each person sat down on one side.

Looking down, the neon lights of Hiroshima City resemble flowing ribbons of light, while the Seto Inland Sea stretches out in a deep blue.

The night wind can't get in from up high, and the soundproof glass blocks out all the noise.

The man poured two glasses of decanted red wine and handed one to Lin Bei.

Lin Bei didn't take it, but shook the Coke can in his hand.

The man didn't force him; he took a sip and then frowned.

The silence was broken by looking at the sea of ​​lights outside the window: "Going back after the match?"

His voice was deep and domineering, leaving no room for argument.

Lin Bei tilted his head back and drank the last sip of cola, then casually tossed it aside.

The aluminum can landed precisely in the trash can several meters away with a muffled thud.

"Yeah, pretty much."

The man twirled the wine glass.

"Then I'll have someone book a flight for tomorrow night."

"After we play that team called Sannoh tomorrow, this farce should come to an end."

"The company has several major projects waiting for you to take over."

Lin Bei rolled his eyes at his old man.

That old man, tomorrow night?

Do you really think you're destined to lose tomorrow?

Seeing Lin Bei's nonchalant, dead-pig-like attitude, he was quite impressed.

The man frowned slightly and played his trump card: "Your mother misses you, don't force me to use force."

Lin Bei sneered inwardly.

Coercive measures?

But when he heard his mother's name, his heart softened.

Actually, he wanted to go back to his old ways more than anyone else.

Isn't it better to be a super-rich second-generation heir who only knows how to spend money every day than to fight a bunch of muscular men on a sweaty basketball court?

This is a huge loss!

But can he say it?

He could point at his father's nose and shout:

Old man, wake up!

If I don't win this damn national championship, I won't be able to complete the tasks of that lousy system.

Our family conglomerate is about to go bankrupt, and you'll be begging on the streets tomorrow!

No.

If I told him, the old man would probably send him straight to a mental hospital.

Lin Bei cursed the system and its ancestors in his mind.

Take a deep breath and look out the window.

"What's the rush?"

His voice was still languid, but with a hint of seriousness.

"It's come to this."

"After winning the championship, let's play for a while longer."

His mind flashed back to Akagi's gorilla-like face, Rukawa's dead fish eyes, Sakuragi's red head, and Miyagi and Mitsui, those two clowns.

A very faint smile unconsciously curved the corners of his lips.

"When the time comes, I'll bring a few friends back to China for a visit."

"They're from a small town, they haven't seen much of the world."

The man's hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped.

friend?

His son has been arrogant since childhood, and he doesn't even bother to look at the rich kids in the circle.

Now you're saying you want to bring your friends home?

The man's brows furrowed instantly as he looked Lin Bei up and down.

His gaze became extremely complex, even carrying a strong sense of vigilance.

"friend?"

"girlfriend?"

He put down his wine glass, leaned forward, and spoke with an unprecedented seriousness.

Lin Bei looked at his father like he was an idiot: "No, they were all men."

This basketball team is so small that not even a female mosquito can fly in, so where would they get girlfriends?

Ayako beats people up with a paper fan every day, while Haruko's mind is full of Rukawa Kaede. What does she have to do with him?

"All men?!"

The man's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

He stared intently at Lin Bei, his mind replaying the intelligence sent by his subordinates.

My son eats and lives with a group of muscular boys every day.

They even soaked in the hot springs together in a public bathhouse!

An extremely terrifying hypothesis took shape in the mind of the expert.

The man's face turned green instantly.

He took a deep breath and, gritting his teeth, asked the question that struck at the very core:

"You...you don't actually like men, do you?"

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Lin Bei froze in his chair, stunned for a full five seconds, his head buzzing.

He glanced at his father's face, which looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and then at the innocent night view outside the window.

"..."

Lin Bei completely broke down, slumping back against the chair.

He rolled his eyes at the ceiling, the biggest eye roll of his life, big enough to roll the black part of his eye straight into the back of his head.

He was screaming in his mind: I can't live like this anymore, just destroy it already!

He then suddenly jumped up from his chair.

Pointing at his father's unpredictable face, he roared in exasperation.

"That's called a teammate! Do you understand what a teammate is?"

"You sweat in a gym every day, what's wrong with soaking in a hot spring?"

The man leaned back tactically to avoid the spittle his son was spraying at him.

He reached out and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

There was still a hint of doubt and scrutiny in his eyes.