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

humiliation.

Shock.

incredible.

Zebei's mind went blank, buzzing.

He remained in that humiliating kneeling posture.

He watched helplessly as Lin Bei passed by him as easily as crossing the street in the early morning.

Lin Bei easily scored a layup, not even glancing at Ze Bei kneeling on the ground, and immediately retreated to defend.

Dimensional reduction attack!

This is an utterly unreasonable and devastating attack!

The mountain king's supposedly impregnable defenses were as fragile as paper in front of Lin Bei, easily breached with a single poke.

"beep--!"

Goro Domoto could no longer sit still and frantically pounded on the technical panel, requesting a pause.

The score has now reached 44-36.

Sannoh not only failed to catch up, but Shohoku even widened the gap to 8 points!

If they score just one more goal, they'll be in double digits!

During the pause.

The atmosphere on the Sannoh bench was incredibly tense, almost freezing.

Zebei slumped in the chair, tightly covering his head with a towel, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Sawakita, calm down! Take a deep breath!"

Kazunari Fukatsu patted his shoulder hard, trying to calm the ace who was on the verge of collapse.

"That guy is not a normal person at all. Don't confront him head-on." Domoto Goro's face also darkened for once, and his tone became stern.

"Slow down the pace, increase the success rate, and double-team Lin Bei relentlessly!"

The pause is fleeting.

The game has resumed.

Sannoh, relying on Kawada's dominance in the paint, managed to score two points and barely stop the bleeding.

It's Shohoku's turn to have possession of the ball.

Lin Bei received the pass from Miyagi and strolled leisurely towards the frontcourt.

This time, the light in his eyes turned into a deep emerald green.

Midorima Shintaro template, half-court shot, start!

Limited by not fully activating the full-power Zone, it is currently unable to achieve ultra-long-range three-pointers across the entire court.

But within the half of the field, he is the absolute truth!

Lin Bei had just dribbled the ball past the center circle line.

There were still several large steps to go before the three-point line.

Zebei and Fukatsu, their eyes bloodshot, pounced on him like mad dogs.

They would rather commit a foul than allow Lin Bei to break into the penalty area again.

Faced with the two men's fierce encirclement, Lin Bei did something that made everyone's scalp tingle.

He stepped directly onto the center logo and stopped.

Combined balls.

Take off.

"This kid?!"

Aida Yayoi was so shocked that she stood up abruptly in the press box, her eyes practically popping out of her head.

Even though I've seen it in Kanagawa before, it still seems outrageous.

Lin Bei's jumping posture, however, was textbook perfect.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement; it was as precise as a basketball shooting machine.

The basketball was flicked from his fingertips, tracing an exaggeratedly high parabola through the air.

Mitsui Hisashi stared intently at the arc of the ball, his jersey soaked with cold sweat.

This is a true sharpshooter!

The moment the basketball left his hands, Lin Bei turned around and looked back.

He didn't even glance at the basket, and walked back with his back to it.

A real man never looks back at an explosion!

This arrogance, this self-confidence.

It's so high-class it's practically atmospheric, it's breathtaking!

All eyes were fixed on the orange basketball.

The basketball paused briefly at its highest point before plummeting downwards.

"Whoosh!"

Water splashed everywhere.

The crisp sound of the net being pierced became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Three points are valid.

47:38.

"He's still that monster..."

Kiyota Nobunaga slumped into a chair, his lips trembling.

Even the usually composed Shinichi Maki was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

In just five minutes.

Lin Bei has switched between several completely different playing styles.

Each one has reached a pinnacle that ordinary people can hardly even look up to.

This is not the kind of power a high school student should have; it's practically cheating!

On the court, Eiji Sawakita stared blankly at the still swaying net.

Sweat stung my eyes.

He was knocked down.

It was cut off by birth.

He was hit head-on with a three-pointer that went right into the half-court line.

His proud self-esteem was trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces by Lin Bei.

but.

Zebei did not suffer the complete shattering of his Dao heart like Fengyu's Nanlie.

He lowered his head, and his shoulders began to heave violently.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A sickly chuckle rolled out of Zebei's throat.

The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into hysterical, maniacal laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zebei suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot.

But there wasn't the slightest hint of retreat in those eyes.

Instead, there was an unprecedented frenzy and excitement.

That was a fighting spirit that would never give up, an extreme desire for unknown power that erupted when cornered!

"So, this is the view from the ceiling...?"

Zebei stared intently at Lin Bei's back, greedily licking his chapped lips like a gambler.

He frantically replayed every detail of Lin Bei's actions in his mind.

That kind of intuition that transcends reason.

That terrifying aura that seemed to control the entire stadium.

Zebei felt his blood boiling and burning.

He touched a completely new door.

He began to try to adjust his breathing rate, trying to keep up with Lin Bei's terrifying rhythm.

Lin Bei is the indescribable deity behind the door.

Lin Bei noticed the fervent gaze behind him.

He stopped and turned to look at Zebei.

Seeing that the opponent was not only not defeated, but was also frantically absorbing experience like a sponge.

A satisfied smile curved Lin Bei's lips.

"Not bad."

Lin Bei chewed his gum, his eyes filled with condescending admiration.

"To be able to laugh even after being beaten to such a sorry state, he truly deserves to be called Japan's number one."

He beckoned to Zebei in a provocative gesture.

"Want to learn?"

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow. "Then open your eyes wider and take a good look."

"It all depends on whether you have the luck to push open that door before I completely crush you."

Lin Bei's words, like the whispers of a demon, echoed across the court, striking straight to the soul.

Zebei forcefully wiped the sweat from his chin, revealing an extremely fierce smile.

"I don't need you to teach me."

"I will steal everything from you, with interest!"

Lin Bei sneered and turned his head away.

The numbers on the countdown clock were ticking away rapidly.

In the final few dozen seconds.

Sannoh Industrial's offensive was extremely difficult and arduous.

Even Fukatsu Kazunari, facing Rinhoku's extremely oppressive defense, made a rare passing error.

Sakuragi Hanamichi charged out like a wild beast, grabbing the broken basketball tightly into his arms.

"Well done."

Lin Bei gave a curt compliment without turning around, then turned and quickly got off the bus.

"You wretched master! You've stolen all the limelight!"

Sakuragi was so angry he jumped up and down, but his body betrayed him by forcefully throwing the ball to Lin Bei.

Lin Bei received the ball and, facing Ze Bei who was desperately retreating to defend, leaped high once again.

Another incredibly long-range three-pointer that defies all logic.

The basketball arced through the air in a deadly arc, and once again swished precisely into the net.

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle rang out at that moment.

The first half has ended.

The final score was 58 to 38.

With a huge 20-point lead, Shohoku strode confidently toward the locker room.

Meanwhile, at Sannoh Industrial's halfway point, a deathly silence filled the air, and morale had plummeted to rock bottom.

Only Sawakita Eiji remained, his eyes fixed on Lin Bei's retreating figure, his fists clenched tightly.

There was no sense of defeat in his eyes.

Only an infinite desire for evolution.