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

Time was ticking away.

There are three minutes left in the game.

On the scoreboard, Hainan University Affiliated High School leads 105-72.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever; the game had completely entered garbage time.

The players from Jinshan Commercial stood with their hands on their hips, panting heavily.

His eyes were filled with despair.

Coach Gao glanced at the time and slammed his folding fan shut.

He made substitutions, replacing all five starting players.

A thunderous round of applause erupted from the audience.

Lin Bei sat in his spectator seat and lazily yawned.

His deep eyes remained completely still.

Hainan is indeed strong, and its steady and methodical tactics are impeccable.

But in Lin Bei's view, this kind of competition, which lacks extreme confrontation, is simply not exciting.

He felt that old man Amu was still too focused on playing it safe.

But it's good, at least we can save some energy.

Only when he faces Shohoku will he break a sweat.

The final whistle finally blew.

The substitutes from Hainan University Affiliated High School ran out of time.

The entire audience stood up and erupted in cheers.

The entire Hainan team formed a circle in the center of the court to celebrate their advancement to the quarterfinals.

A relieved smile appeared on Amu's face.

Both teams' players are preparing to leave the field.

At the entrance to the players' tunnel.

The entire Hainan team happened to run into the Xiangbei team as they walked down from the stands.

Sparks seemed to fly in the air.

As soon as Kiyota Nobunaga saw Sakuragi, he immediately bristled like a fighting rooster.

He questioned Sakuragi about what he had been yelling about in the stands.

Sakuragi retorted without hesitation, mocking Kiyota for his poor skill level.

The two men confronted each other again, as if they were about to fight at any moment.

At this tense moment...

Lin Bei stretched lazily and slowly walked to the front.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his captivating eyes swept over the group of people from Hainan.

His gaze finally settled on Shinichi Maki.

"Alright, stop making a fuss, it's embarrassing," Lin Bei said lazily.

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Just as Kiyota was about to retort, Lin Bei's gaze swept over him, and he inexplicably swallowed his words back.

Lin Bei pulled out a top-tier black card that shimmered with a dark gold luster from his pocket.

He held the black card between two fingers and casually tossed it into Sakuragi Hanamichi's arms.

"Go and make arrangements for the flower arrangement," Lin Bei said casually.

He didn't even glance at the shocked crowd from Hainan.

"I've booked the whole place tonight."

"The best cuisine in all of Hiroshima. Take this group of laborers who have just finished the competition to see what real rules are."

The entire room fell silent.

Kiyota Nobunaga swallowed hard, staring at the black card in shock.

He stammered as he asked Lin Bei if he was going to treat the entire Hainan team to dinner.

Lin Bei chuckled, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Don't misunderstand.

"It's just a celebration that all the teams from Kanagawa have made it to the quarterfinals."

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked forward.

"Let's have a good meal so that we don't have to make an excuse that we didn't eat enough when we lose to Shohoku later."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, holding the black card, jumped three feet high in excitement.

As Maki Shinichi watched Lin Bei's departing figure, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Let's go."

Amu said in a deep voice, "Since someone is going to treat us, let's go and meet him."

……

Hiroshima Grand Hotel.

This ultra-luxury venue is currently welcoming a group of incongruous guests.

The members of the Hainan University Affiliated Basketball Team stood in the magnificent lobby.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with a high-end perfume.

Waiters dressed in tuxedos and white gloves lined up on both sides.

They bowed at a 90-degree angle and shouted in unison, "Welcome!"

This kind of spectacle, which they had only ever seen in movies, completely stunned the group of high school students.

Kazuma Takasago subconsciously tugged at the collar of his tracksuit.

He, who usually holds his own against 200-pound strongmen in the paint without batting an eye, now finds himself unsure of where to put his hands.

Muto swallowed hard.

He stared intently at the fountain sculpture next to him.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was always arrogant and domineering, was now like a quail with its neck being choked.

He hunched his shoulders and moved in small, quick steps to stand behind Maki Shinichi.

He grabbed the hem of Amu's jersey.

His voice was kept very low.

"Senior Mu..."

"We're not going to be left to wash the dishes after eating here, are we?"

Shinichi Maki did not speak.

He tried his best to remain calm on his mature and composed face.

But the fleeting tremor in his eyes betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He looked up at the back of the person walking at the front.

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets.

His limited-edition sneakers slid across the polished marble floor.

His steps were leisurely and languid.

The lobby manager was like a dutiful housekeeper.

He followed Lin Bei with his back bent the whole time.

He reported the evening's menu and private room arrangements with a broad smile.

Lin Bei simply nodded casually.

He didn't even glance at the luxurious furnishings.

It was as if he had simply bought a takoyaki from a roadside stall.

Maki Shinichi frowned slightly.

Back in Kanagawa, he only thought of Lin Bei as a troublemaker with ridiculously high basketball talent.

But now, watching the other person so relaxed and at ease in this top-tier hotel.

That sense of class oppression, as if one were born to walk on clouds.

This raised a huge question mark in Maki Shinichi's mind.

Who exactly is this guy?

Maki Shinichi muttered to himself.

The group was led to the presidential banquet hall on the top floor.

The waiter slowly pushed open the two heavy, carved wooden doors.

The private room, which is about half the size of a basketball court, offers an unbeatable night view of Hiroshima through huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the center was a giant long table that could accommodate thirty people.

The table was covered with a snow-white Scottish linen tablecloth.

The silver cutlery gleamed with a cool luster under the light.

"Young master, as you command."

"All the ingredients have been prepared."

The lobby manager respectfully reported to the leader.

Lin Bei pulled out a chair.

He sat down with an air of authority.

He snapped his fingers casually.

"Serve the food."

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of waiters pushed food carts in one after another.

As the lids of the enormous silver plates were lifted, the entire banquet hall was instantly filled with a rich aroma.

Top-grade A5 Wagyu beef, sizzling with oil.

Bluefin tuna sashimi, as translucent as a ruby.

French foie gras drizzled with a secret sauce.

Everyone's eyes turned green.

Especially for high school students who had just finished a full day of intense competition, their cravings were instantly ignited.

Just then, the food cart brought out the main course for the evening.

Those were platters of Australian lobsters, exaggerated in size and bright red in color.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes instantly turned into two red radars.

He fixed his gaze on the giant Australian dragon in the very center of the table, whose largest pincers were thicker than an adult's fist.

At the same time, Kiyota Nobunaga, who was hiding behind Amu, also peeked out.

His gaze was also fixed on the king of lobsters.

The two self-proclaimed geniuses, super rookies, displayed amazing teamwork at this moment.

Almost at the same second.

The two of them sprang from their chairs like arrows released from a bow.