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

Sakuragi Hanamichi's large, powerful hands were like iron clamps.

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He severed space and grabbed the giant Australian dragon's left claw.

"Hahaha."

Sakuragi laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Only a genius like myself deserves to enjoy this level of top-quality loot."

Almost at the same second.

The other, slightly dark and thin hand gripped the right claw of the Australian dragon tightly.

Kiyota Nobunaga's forehead veins bulged.

He stomped his right foot directly on the imported solid wood dining chair and pulled it backward with gritted teeth.

"Red-haired monkey, let go of me!"

Sparks flew from Kiyota's eyes.

"This biggest Australian lobster belongs to me."

The two faces were less than ten centimeters apart.

Their gazes clashed fiercely in the air.

That eye contact could practically unleash a crackling blue lightning bolt.

"You wild monkey, do you even know what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

Sakuragi's eyes widened.

The muscles on his arms were slightly bulging.

"This genius is your senior."

"You're talking nonsense."

Kiyota Nobunaga suddenly exerted force with both legs.

The solid wood chair beneath him creaked under the weight.

"We're both first-year students, so who's the senior?"

"This king lobster must be mine today."

A crisp "snap" sounded.

That was a top-quality Australian lobster weighing four pounds and worth a fortune.

It was forcibly torn in two from the middle by these two people.

The translucent shrimp meat, accompanied by sweet and fresh juices, fluttered wildly in mid-air.

The two men each held up half a lobster.

They glared at each other.

The two then began to devour the food like ravenous dogs.

The battle raged in the banquet hall in much more ways than just this one place.

High school athletes have an already incredible metabolism.

Moreover, the Hainan team members had just experienced a high-intensity match.

Add to that the troublesome kids from Shohoku who were causing trouble all day long.

A top-quality meal for thirty people.

Only fifteen minutes had passed.

The long dining table was now just a mess of empty plates.

Kazuma Takasago held up a pure silver fork.

He stared blankly at the empty plates.

That A5 Wagyu beef with perfect snowflake-like marble patterns.

He hadn't even tasted what it was like yet.

A gust of wind swept by.

Rukawa Kaede expressionlessly rolled the Wagyu beef into his plate.

Muto swallowed hard.

He stared longingly at the last piece of tuna sashimi, which glistened with an enticing sheen.

Mitsui Hisashi picked it up with great skill.

He swallowed it in one gulp, a defiant smile spreading across his face.

Lin Bei leaned back in the velvet chair, resting his chin on his hand.

Those peach blossom eyes revealed a profound boredom.

He couldn't help but yawn as he watched the pack of hungry wolves pounce on their prey.

He snapped his fingers casually.

The lobby manager, who had been waiting outside the door, appeared as if he had stepped on a whirlwind.

He stopped silently beside Lin Bei, bending over so that his waist was almost parallel to the ground.

His face was plastered with an extremely respectful smile.

"Young Master Lin, what are your orders?"

Lin Bei didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone extremely casual.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who can eat all that Australian lobster?"

"If other basketball teams see this, they'll think our Kanagawa teams can't afford it."

"Young Master Lin, they're all the same." The lobby manager bowed.

"What do you mean they're all the same? There's only so little of this, who's going to eat it all? Give me another one."

"One for each person!"

The entire banquet hall fell silent for two seconds.

Kiyota Nobunaga still had half a lobster leg in his mouth.

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells.

"One...one for each person."

Jin Soichiro's usually gentle smile completely crumbled.

He stared at Lin Bei in shock.

Any one of the ingredients on that table just now would be worth more than half a month's living expenses for them.

The lobby manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He didn't show any sign of distress.

Instead, they displayed an almost fanatical drive to execute their plans.

"clear."

"I'll take care of it right away."

"Also, considering that you are all still high school students..."

"We airlifted top-quality fresh-squeezed grape juice and sparkling water from the Lin Group's overseas farms in advance."

"Shall we present it now?"

Lin Bei gave a noncommittal "hmm".

Shinichi Maki, who was sitting diagonally opposite, put down his knife and fork.

Those calm, sharp eyes narrowed slightly as they subtly observed Lin Bei.

Chairman Lin.

The Lin Group.

Overseas farms.

Maki Shinichi repeatedly pondered these words in his mind.

This is a first-year student from Shohoku High School who always seems to be asleep.

He casually tossed out a top-tier black card.

They were treated like royalty in this top-of-the-line hotel in Hiroshima.

Even the lobby manager, who had seen countless grand occasions, acted as if he were completely obedient.

Who exactly is this guy?

Maki Shinichi picked up his water glass.

He used the act of drinking water to conceal the turmoil in his heart.

I originally thought Lin Bei was just a troublemaker with abnormally high basketball talent.

Now it seems that the power behind the other party is probably even more terrifying than he imagined.

Just as Maki Shinichi was secretly speculating.

At the other end of the long table, undercurrents were already swirling.

Yohei Mito had a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

His gaze swept over the people from Hainan, and a sly, wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He quietly nudged Takamiya Nozomi and Oonan Yuji beside him.

"Brothers, let's get to work."

Yangping lowered his voice.

Takamiya Nozomi immediately understood.

His obese body displayed astonishing agility as he grabbed two two-liter bottles of iced cola.

Chuichiro Noma then picked up several huge beer mugs and filled them to the brim with bubbly carbonated drinks.

They haven't forgotten Hainan's arrogant attitude during the competition in Kanagawa; it's still fresh in their minds.

Although they can't physically fight, Sakuragi's gang has plenty of underhanded tricks to deal with people.

Yohei was holding a full glass of cola.

He walked up to Muto Masashi with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, guys from Hainan."

"You had a tough time in today's match."

"You guys were so cool running around on the field just now."

Yohei's tone was extremely sincere.

Muto was taken aback for a moment.

Faced with this sudden praise, his vigilance immediately dropped by half.

"No, no."

"Your Shohoku team is pretty strong too."

"Come on, let's make sure both of our teams advance to the quarterfinals!"

"Cheers!"

Yohei shoved the half-liter glass of cola into Muto's hand.

the other side.

Nozomi Takamiya had already moved closer to Kazuma Takasago.

"Takasago-senpai, you're the undisputed king of the paint."

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

Takamiya Nozomi tilted her head back and gulped down a large glass of sparkling water.

He even let out a deafening burp in an extremely exaggerated way.

Kazuma Takasago, an honest man, had never seen such a moral blackmail tactic before.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth, lift the enormous glass of juice in front of me, and drink it all in one gulp.

In just ten minutes.

The Sakuragi Army took turns on the field.

Their goal is very clear.

They tried to get the other person drunk with juice and cola.

This is to seize the remaining space for dry rice.

Soon, a chorus of hiccups echoed from Hainan's bench.