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

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets.

He was the first to walk out of the private room.

"Then let's go, everyone."

After taking the elevator, I pushed open the heavy, soundproof door of the VIP suite.

The atmosphere of ultimate luxury immediately enveloped everyone.

Outside the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the dazzling night view of Hiroshima sparkles like a galaxy.

The outline of the indoor circular leather sofa is faintly visible.

The entire set of top-of-the-line audio equipment gleamed with a metallic sheen under the dim lighting.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes widened like two high-wattage searchlights.

"Oh ho ho ho".

This was accompanied by an extremely exaggerated burst of maniacal laughter.

The red-haired monkey charged headlong into the black marble karaoke station in the center.

He snatched the wireless microphone studded with diamonds.

His swift movements made it seem as if he were grabbing a rebound.

"Listen up, mortals!"

Sakuragi arrogantly placed one foot on the subwoofer speaker, striking what he thought was an incredibly cool pose.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing in Akagi Haruko's direction, his heart already bursting with joy.

My genius, magnetic voice will surely capture Haruko's heart today.

As soon as the accompaniment melody started, Sakuragi opened his mouth to sing.

He unleashed a roar that ripped the heavens apart.

"like--"

That single word instantly froze the air in the private room.

That sound didn't belong to a human frequency at all.

It's like a broken gong being repeatedly crushed by a heavy truck.

It was like a pack of crazed wildcats scratching frantically at a tin roof.

The Sakuragi Army, sitting in the corner, reacted extremely quickly.

Yohei Mito covered his ears tightly in pain, his brows furrowed into a knot.

Oonan Yuji and Noma Chuichiro simply buried their heads in the sofa cushions and pretended to be dead.

Takamiya Nozomi then expertly unzipped her waist bag.

He took out a pair of bright yellow industrial-grade noise-canceling earplugs and calmly put them into his ears.

Luckily, I was prepared and asked the waiter for it in advance.

Hanamichi's voice is practically a biological weapon.

Gao Gong silently praised himself for his cleverness.

The students at Hainan University Affiliated High School were so shocked by the sudden, terrifying sound that their scalps tingled.

Kiyota Nobunaga covered his ears tightly, his expression contorted as if he had swallowed a whole sour lemon.

Kazuma Takasago felt his eardrums vibrating wildly in response to the terrifying sound waves.

Just when everyone was about to suffocate.

A cool and aloof figure suddenly stood up from deep within the sofa.

Rukawa Kaede had already covered his head with his coat and fallen into a deep sleep.

But at that moment, I was abruptly awakened by this terrifying noise.

He strode with murderous intent toward Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was still roaring in ecstasy.

"You idiot."

Rukawa Kaede's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stopped howling, glared angrily, and his red hair stood on end.

"What did you say, you dead fox? You dare to be jealous of my genius singing voice?"

Rukawa Kaede sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"You sing like a duck; there's no need for you to embarrass yourself in public."

Sakuragi abruptly threw down the microphone, brandishing his fist as he charged forward.

Rukawa Kaede shrugged.

A full-blown brawl was about to unfold in this VIP box.

Akagi Takenori's forehead veins bulged as he prepared to stand up and unleash his "Akagi Iron Fist".

A long, slender, fair hand suddenly reached out and gently pressed down on Sakuragi Hanamichi's shoulder.

Lin Bei had somehow walked between the two of them.

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself here."

Lin Bei exerted a little force and pushed Sakuragi aside.

He casually caught the microphone that fell from mid-air and twirled it in his hand.

"Give me the microphone, and I'll show you what heavenly music is."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of absolute dominance.

Sitting some distance away, Haruko Akagi unconsciously clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with countless little stars.

Lin Bei is so confident even when he sings.

She murmured softly, her face filled with uncontrollable adoration.

Fujii blushed and glanced at Sakuragi.

At this moment, Miyagi Ryota was planning to take the opportunity to show off.

He moved closer to the karaoke machine and reached for another microphone.

"In that case, I'll sing one too..."

Before he could finish speaking, Aya grabbed his ear.

"Please, Ryota."

Ayako covered her face with one hand, her expression full of extreme disgust.

"Don't bother joining in with your off-key, raspy voice."

"I don't want to suffer a second workplace injury here."

Ryota Miyagi was like a deflated balloon.

He awkwardly scratched his carefully styled curly hair, a suspicious blush rising on his cheeks.

I'm doomed. I've completely embarrassed myself in front of Ayako.

The lights in the private room gradually dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the center of the room.

Lin Bei stood there quietly.

Outside this noisy corner, Mitsui Hisashi sat alone on the edge of the sofa.

He was holding a glass of soda with ice in his hand.

His gaze was deep and complex as he stared intently at the song list on the screen.

The two-year gap.

Those absurd years of street brawls, and the tears and sobs when I returned to the court.

Mitsui needed a classic old song full of vicissitudes to release the long-suppressed flame in his chest.

But now, the stage belongs to Lin Bei.

Lin Bei lowered his head slightly, his gaze becoming somewhat distant.

Those memories of his past life, those rock songs that accompanied him through countless late nights.

Even in this parallel world, there is still a power that strikes straight to the soul.

He raised his hand, signaling to switch songs.

A deep, slightly wild electric guitar intro tore through the air in the private room.

It was an extremely powerful rock rhythm, and the players from Shohoku and Hainan instinctively held their breath.

Lin Bei slowly brought the microphone to his lips and coughed lightly.

Then, a magnetic, textured, and incomparably penetrating voice resounded in the luxurious space.

"Forgive me for my untamed, unrestrained, and freedom-loving life—"

He specifically chose the Japanese version of this song with lyrics.

There are no extra tricks to show off.

Only the cry of a soul that has weathered countless storms yet remains proudly aloof.

Lin Bei's singing voice carries a tension that sends shivers down your spine.

It was a kind of nonchalant attitude that trampled all rules underfoot, yet it concealed a volcanic heat.

The private room was deathly silent.

Only Lin Bei's singing resonated wildly in everyone's ears.

Kiyota Nobunaga's mouth dropped open.

The half-eaten watermelon in my hand fell onto the carpet with a thud.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the man in the center of the arena, who was radiating a dazzling light.

Even Rukawa Kaede completely forgot about sleeping.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Bei.

As the song reached its climax, Lin Bei closed his eyes.

His pitch was so perfect it was beyond reproach.

The high notes pierced the sky like a sharp sword.

It perfectly embodies the wild and unrestrained spirit of rock and roll.

As the song ended, the last guitar note slowly faded into the air.

Lin Bei opened his eyes and casually tossed the microphone back onto the karaoke machine.

He still had that lazy look on his face.

It was as if the person who had just captivated the entire audience with his voice was not him at all.

silence.

A deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

The crowd seemed still immersed in the powerful melody.

Just then.

Suddenly, the large screen of the song request station flashed with colorful lights.

The system began scoring the performance.