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

The referee's whistle was sharp and piercing.

"Shohoku, requesting a substitution!"

The referee raised his right hand and shouted loudly at the scorer's table.

The sound wasn't loud amidst the cheers of Love and Academy fans.

But it shattered the deathly silence that Shohoku had maintained for the first half of the game.

Lin Bei stood in front of the technical table, lazily twirling his wrist.

The black and red number 16 jersey clung tightly to his streamlined muscles.

His steps were light and his expression relaxed.

He doesn't look like someone who's here for a do-or-die national tournament.

It's more like they're about to take a casual stroll around the corner convenience store.

On the court, Mitsui Hisashi's chest heaved violently.

He stared intently at Lin Bei as he approached.

Salty sweat blurred his bloodshot eyes, and his jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.

"I...I'm not going to play!"

Mitsui was panting heavily, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against a wall.

"I can make it."

"I'm absolutely certain I'll make the next shot!"

This is the Flame Man's last act of defiance.

It was also a deep sense of powerlessness after a series of missed shots and being overtaken.

Lin Bei stopped in front of Mitsui, looking down at the former MVP of junior high school.

He didn't get angry, nor did he spout any tactical theories.

He simply yawned lazily.

He then reached out and casually patted Mitsui's stiff shoulder.

"Go down and rest for a while."

Lin Bei's voice was flat and monotone, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Shooting isn't something you learn by slamming it in."

"With your wrist so stiff, even if the basket were the Pacific Ocean, you still wouldn't be able to make a shot."

"Read more, learn more."

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing Mitsui's stubborn pride.

Mitsui opened his chapped lips, wanting to retort loudly.

But when he met Lin Bei's gaze...

He got completely stuck and couldn't utter a single word.

What kind of eyes were those?

Clear, deep, and calm like a mirror at the bottom of an ancient well.

Mitsui's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

He suddenly realized that the junior in front of him had entered a terrifying state of absolute calm.

In the end, Mitsui lowered his head in dejection.

Dragging his leaden legs, he slowly made his way to the substitutes' bench.

Lin Bei turned around and stepped onto the smooth wooden floor.

"clatter."

The rubber soles of the sneakers rubbed against the wooden floor, producing a very faint thud.

But that seemingly insignificant sound landed heavily on the hearts of the five people on the Love and Academy field.

Just moments ago, Ai and his players were celebrating arrogantly, but now it felt like someone had grabbed them by the neck.

The surrounding noise, centered on Lin Bei, was quickly drained away.

The air seemed to freeze.

Iron Gate Mountain, who was laughing wildly in the paint, now had his smile completely frozen on his face.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by a top predator.

Center Kenji Tsurumi instinctively shrank his long arms, which he was so proud of, towards his ribs.

He looked at number 16 with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

This is pure biological instinct, the fear of the top of the food chain from the bottom.

"interesting."

Moroboshi Dai stood at the top of the arc, squinting his eyes until his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His keen sense of smell on the field is alarming.

The number 16 who walked onto the field was completely different from the tyrant who ran all over the field in the videotape.

Lin Bei's relaxed muscles as he walked over made it seem like he was just strolling around.

But it is precisely this unfathomable tranquility.

This made the seasoned veteran, Dai Moroboshi, feel extremely dangerous.

"This guy..."

Moroboshi clenched his teeth, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

He dared not be presumptuous.

He immediately made a secret hand gesture to Kageyama Shun, who was not far away.

In that half-second of eye contact, Aiwa's defensive tactics had already changed.

We absolutely cannot let this monster receive the ball comfortably!

As soon as he gets the ball, cut off all routes immediately; even a foul won't allow him to shoot!

Just when Ai and everyone's nerves were on the verge of breaking, a rough voice broke the silence.

"Master!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood on the edge of the restricted area, one hand on his hip, wiping the sweat from his brow.

This usually boisterous red-haired monkey is now surprisingly calm.

Instead of shouting, he let out an extremely excited and wild laugh.

"Master, let's give these country bumpkins a good talking-to!"

"The rebounds I worked so hard to grab aren't for them to use for fast breaks!"

"Idiot, shut your mouth and stay in your place."

Rukawa Kaede glanced coldly at Sakuragi, his tone merciless and mocking.

But his body tells the truth.

Instead of calling for the ball on the strong side, he quickly lowered his center of gravity and led the defender towards the baseline corner.

They perfectly coordinated to create space for Lin Bei to play one-on-one at the top of the arc.

Lin Bei listened to the two arguing and shrugged indifferently.

He walked slowly to the top of the arc, slightly raising his left hand with his palm facing outward.

Shohoku has possession of the ball and is inbounding from the baseline.

Ryota Miyagi received the referee's pass at the baseline, his eyes sharpening.

Without any hesitation, he threw the ball out with both hands.

The basketball whistled through the air, like an orange cannonball, heading precisely straight for Lin Bei at the top of the arc.

Just as the basketball was about to touch Lin Bei's fingertips.

"Go! Flank him!"

Moroboshi roared so loudly that his throat cracked.

He and the defensive ace, Kageyama Shun, were like two hungry wolves, one on the left and one on the right, abandoning their original positions.

It contracted rapidly towards Lin Bei.

The two moved extremely fast, their footsteps overlapping, directly setting up an impenetrable double-team iron gate.

They completely cut off all of Lin Bei's routes of travel to the left and right!

"Don't even think about getting past here!"

"Don't even think about shooting!" Kageyama Shun lowered his center of gravity and stared intently at Lin Bei's waist.

The outstretched arms resembled a giant animal-catching net.

This is a dead end tactic targeting the nation's top aces.

The player who receives the ball immediately applies pressure, giving the other player no chance to adjust their balance.

The audience in the stands erupted in chaos.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"They didn't even warm up before going straight to the highest level of double-teaming?!"

"Aiwa is too ruthless! She's trying to strangle Shohoku's ace!"

However, Lin Bei, who was at the center of the defensive storm, remained completely calm.

He didn't even blink when faced with two fierce faces so close to his.

There was no ferocity in those deep eyes.

Instead, it flashed past every detail of Moroboshi Dai's one-on-one fight with Rukawa Kaede at a terrifying speed.

The amplitude of shoulder swaying, the trajectory of weight transfer, and the frequency of the basketball being passed between the legs.

Even the seductive gaze that almost fooled Rukawa Kaede.

Every detail of the action was like a video played in slow motion a hundred times in Lin Bei's mind.

It is ruthlessly dismantled, stripped away, and then re-injected into neurons.

"A flawless imitation!"

"Activate!"

Lin Bei uttered the name indifferently in his heart.

"Bang!"

The basketball landed heavily in Lin Bei's palm.

He moved at the same moment he touched the ball.

There was not a pause of even half a second, nor any unnecessary ball protection movements.

Lin Bei slammed the ball against the floor with his right hand, like hammering a nail.

The person's center of gravity dropped to an exaggerated angle.

His right foot, like a spring compressed to its limit, stomped forward with tremendous force!