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

"I thought you would falter when you encounter a strong opponent."

"It seems I underestimated you."

Lin Bei chuckled and stopped lighting the lighter.

"Old man, you're underestimating a lot of things."

Lin Bei didn't tell anyone about the time travel.

He was reborn with the soul of an adult and has always been known as a "genius".

He awakened his system in his teens and only then did he realize that this was the world of Slam Dunk.

At first, I played basketball purely to complete tasks, because I was afraid my dad would go bankrupt and I wouldn't have any money to spend.

But later, things changed.

Encountering this group of pure-hearted guys.

A single-celled red-haired girl, a cold-blooded fox, a persistent gorilla, a prodigal son returning home as a mistress, and a desperate Miyagi.

Together with them, we crush our opponents.

The regrets I felt while watching anime in my past life can now be made up for by my own hands.

Smash that bullshit of youthful regrets to pieces.

This feeling is absolutely amazing.

"Don't be too happy yet." Lin's father leaned forward slightly, exuding a sense of pressure.

"Beating Sannoh only proves you're a little bit clever."

"But it hasn't passed my final test yet."

Lin Bei snapped the lighter shut.

He suppressed his relaxed demeanor, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Old man, don't use business principles to judge basketball."

Lin Bei sat up straight and looked directly at his father.

"I said I would bring the championship trophy home."

"Don't expect me to take over your mess until then."

"How old are you to be thinking about retirement?"

The father and son locked eyes, neither giving an inch.

After a while, Lin's father leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

The car door opened.

Lin Bei got off the bus and took a deep breath of Hiroshima air.

Watching the taillights of the luxury car disappear into the distance, he laughed with extreme arrogance.

"The final test?"

"The word 'lose' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Lin Bei's dictionary."

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled back to the hotel.

……

The morning sunlight streamed through the hotel's huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Without any hesitation, it struck Sakuragi Hanamichi in the face.

"Well……"

Sakuragi suddenly opened his eyes and sprang to his feet from the soft bed.

He subconsciously reached out to rub his thighs and back.

Yesterday, I had a crazy hand-to-hand combat with a 130-kilogram heavy tank like Mikio Kawada.

He even managed to twist his body at the last moment and unleash the "Meteor Slam Dunk - Skybreaker" that shocked the entire nation.

Logically speaking, this morning, let alone getting out of bed, my whole body should have been in excruciating pain, as if all my bones were falling apart.

But there's no pain at all?!

Sakuragi pinched his calf hard in disbelief.

He rolled off the bed and jumped up and down twice.

"It doesn't hurt at all?!"

His eyes widened, and a flame of wild joy ignited in his scarlet pupils.

Not only does it not hurt, but it feels as if a wild beast is lurking in every part of my body, full of explosive power that could tear the basketball hoop apart at any moment!

"Hahahahaha!"

Sakuragi stood in front of the full-length mirror, hands on his hips.

Looking at his well-defined muscles, he laughed heartily.

"As expected! My physical structure is completely different from those of ordinary people!"

"What Sannoh Industrial? What hand-to-hand combat? It's not even a warm-up for this genius!"

He couldn't wait to go to the stadium to test his jumping ability.

They didn't even have time to put on their training clothes.

He was shirtless and wearing slippers when he slammed the door open with a "bang".

"Go for it! Today, this genius will jump higher than the roof of the stadium!"

"Bang!"

Just as he reached the corner of the corridor, Sakuragi's nose bumped into a cold, hard "wall of flesh."

"Idiot, can't you watch where you're going?"

Cold and irritating, with a slight pant from just finishing exercise.

Rukawa Kaede was wearing a black sleeveless training uniform, and his whole body was radiating heat.

He glanced at Sakuragi as if he were looking at someone mentally challenged.

"That dead fox?!"

Sakuragi immediately lost his temper.

But then he noticed Rukawa's steady breathing and tireless stride.

Yesterday, this guy was cornered by Sawakita Eiji and was severely exhausted.

This guy actually went to practice first thing in the morning?!

"snort."

Sakuragi raised his chin and arrogantly pointed at Rukawa's sweat-drenched nose.

"You damned fox, don't think you're the only one full of energy!"

"You got utterly humiliated by that bald guy Zebei yesterday, and you think you can secretly catch up today? No way!"

Sakuragi patted his muscular chest and declared loudly.

"You damn fox, listen up! This genius has a built-in invincibility cheat!"

"I'm the star of today's match, you just sit back and watch me dominate!"

Rukawa Kaede didn't even lift his eyelids, casually wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel, and continued walking past him.

"You big idiot, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

"What did you say?!"

The corridor echoed once again with the two's usual chaotic antics, turning the tense morning of the competition into a complete farce.

Half an hour later, in a private room on the top floor of the hotel.

The entire Xiangbei team was sitting around the dining table, enjoying a delicious and nutritious breakfast.

Mitsui Hisashi swung his arms twice with force, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is unbelievable!"

"Yesterday, I was pestered by that Ichinokura Satoshi like chewing gum, and I thought I wouldn't even be able to lift my arm to shoot today."

"Now I actually feel so light I could fly?"

Ryota Miyagi also twisted his ankle and echoed in surprise.

"Me too!"

"Yesterday, I was stared at by that monster in Fukatsu. My muscles were terribly sore. But when I woke up this morning, they were all healed!"

"Don't make a fuss."

Lin Bei sat in the main seat, slowly and methodically cutting the top-grade M9 steak on his plate without even looking up.

"This smells like money."

"Those dozen or so therapists who did relaxation therapy for you last night."

"It's a top-notch sports rehabilitation team that I brought over overnight using my private jet at great expense."

"The ultrasound recovery equipment and hyperbaric oxygen chamber they brought are the only ones you can find in all of Japan."

Lin Bei put down his knife and fork, picked up his black coffee, took a sip, and spoke in a languid tone.

"I won't read out the bill to you, lest you be too scared to eat."

"I told you, leave the logistics to me."

"As long as you don't die on the field, I can pull you back from the brink of death tonight."

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at everyone.

"So, if anyone dares to say their legs are weak on the court today, I'll personally shove them into the ground to cosplay as a ginseng root."

Everyone gasped and couldn't help but swallow.

This financial power is simply terrifying!

"Hehehe, Lin Bei, you're really very reliable."

"With someone like you as a supporter, everyone can fight without any worries."

"To be able to fully revive the entire Shohoku team is truly an amazing feat."

Coach Anzai, sitting next to me, held a cup of hot tea. A kind glint flashed in his glasses, and the flesh on his chin trembled with laughter.

"Are you all full?"

"Look here after you've eaten."

Takenori Akagi stood up and walked to the tactical board next to him.

His expression turned extremely cold, completely shattering the relaxed atmosphere.

He took out a thick stack of documents and slammed them heavily on the table.

"Our opponent today is Love and the Academy."

"Don't think you can rest easy just because you defeated Sannoh Industrial!"

"Aihe Academy was among the top four in the nation last year; they're a true powerhouse!"