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

Faced with Ohno's bluffing and trash talk.

Miyagi Ryota didn't even lift his eyelids.

The frequency of the basketball bouncing in my hand changes subtly in milliseconds.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud of rubber hitting the ground rang out.

A bolt of orange lightning tore through Ohno's leaky defenses.

Ohno's pupils contracted, but his body remained in a comical defensive posture.

I felt a gust of cold wind violently sweep across my cheek.

"Too slow."

Miyagi's cold, mocking voice came from behind him like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, without even looking at the basket, Miyagi subtly flicked his wrist inward.

A no-look bounce pass sent the basketball flying like a cruise missile straight into Urayasu's paint.

There, the red figure was already firmly planted in place like a steel nail.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's broad back forcefully blocked Urayasu's clumsy center.

In the past, he would have jumped up impatiently for the ball.

But at this moment, Sakuragi's lower body was as stable as a mountain.

The core power generation techniques taught by Lin Bei were replaying in his mind.

With legs slightly bent and center of gravity lowered, the power is transmitted throughout the body via the waist and abdomen.

Urayasu's center forward shoved him desperately from behind, but Sakuragi didn't budge.

The moment the ball entered his hand, Sakuragi calmly executed a clean bottom step.

Without any unnecessary movements, it simply rose from the ground.

The muscles exuded a terrifying sense of power under the overhead light.

"boom--!"

The thunderous sound of a powerful dunk echoed throughout the arena.

The basketball hoop groaned in pain, as if it were about to be ripped off.

"Well done, Sakuragi!"

Haruko Akagi in the stands jumped up excitedly, cupping her hands into a megaphone shape as she cheered.

"Hahaha! This is a true genius!"

Takamiya Nozomi and others unfurled a banner, waved colorful balls wildly, and laughed.

"This guy, Hanamichi, is becoming more and more like a general." Mito Yohei crossed his arms, his face full of satisfaction.

Sakuragi landed smoothly and loosened his grip on the basket.

For the first time ever, he didn't laugh arrogantly, but calmly turned around and went back to defend.

As they passed by Rukawa Kaede, their shoulders bumped naturally.

"The passing lanes are too obvious."

Rukawa Kaede wiped his sweat and coldly spat out his venomous tongue.

"You dead fox, stop judging this genius's flawless positioning with your narrow-minded perspective."

Sakuragi retorted, but a smug smile played on his lips.

"No matter what, you can't find fault with this shot."

The two bickered very naturally.

Having experienced the battle against Sannoh, the initial tension has long since faded.

They're more like a pair of stubborn enemies.

Takenori Akagi clapped loudly in the backcourt.

"Well done! Keep the pressure on, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

The tone of the match was set within the first ten seconds.

The next forty minutes turned into a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Rukawa Kaede's eyes were cold, and he moved like a black panther.

He accurately predicted Urayasu's flustered passing route.

"Snapped!"

Intercepted mid-air, a fast break down the court, finished with a tomahawk dunk.

Lin Bei didn't slowly take off his jacket and come onto the field until the second half.

Four people surrounded Urayasu after he was cornered.

He only saw the ultimate in nonchalance.

Any random change of direction feint.

The man directly caused two Urayasu players to get their ankles tangled and fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Then, Lin Bei took a pull-up shot from an absurd position, two steps away from the three-point line.

As soon as the ball left his hands, he didn't even look at the basket, and turned to walk towards the backcourt.

"Whoosh—"

Hollowed out, it enters the net, creating white, swirling waves.

Basic operation, don't be silly.

To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit.

Time passed relentlessly, and the air in the stadium became so thick it was suffocating.

The red numbers on the scoreboard were alarming.

"beep--!!!"

The referee blew the final whistle.

The spectators in the stands were completely numb, and even the reporters forgot to press the shutter.

All eyes were fixed on the final score, as if they'd seen a ghost.

132: 41.

A terrifying point difference that deserves to be recorded in the annals of shame.

Shohoku, with the dominance of a tyrant, crushed this dark horse and advanced proudly to the semifinals.

The scene on the stadium was horrific.

"thump--"

Urayasu's center forward's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

Sweat mingled with large tears as they fell, and a heart-wrenching cry shattered the deathly silence.

The other players, as if their souls had been drained, collapsed one after another.

Their pre-match boasts turned into countless slaps in the face, shattering their pride.

Ohno stood frozen in the center circle, his jersey soaked with cold sweat.

My legs felt like lead; I couldn't move an inch.

Forty-one points—I only managed to get this many points despite giving it my all.

Half of them were donated by Shohoku.

He looked up, trembling, and met Miyagi Ryota's gaze.

Miyagi was chatting and laughing with Mitsui, not even glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

That kind of disregard, which is not on the same level, is more deadly than mockery.

Ohno suddenly lowered his head and covered his face with a towel.

Unable to bear it any longer, I fled to the locker room like a stray dog.

Compared to Urayasu's hellish state, Shohoku's bench was relaxed as if they were on vacation.

"That's so boring."

Mitsui Hisashi pulled a towel to wipe his sweat.

"I thought they were hiding some trump card, but I couldn't even get my three-point shooting touch."

Miyagi tilted his head back, took a swig of water, and let out a sigh of relief.

"The opposing point guard is like a wooden stake; I could beat him ten times with my eyes closed."

Sakuragi strode off the field, his expression composed.

He grabbed a whopping 23 rebounds today, scoring 20 points in the paint.

"That's only natural. With a genius like me here, they can only dream of even glancing at the basket!"

"Idiot, stop trying to glorify yourself."

Rukawa Kaede unfastened his wristband and coldly undermined him.

"Your defense was too weak. Against a strong team, you would have been fouled long ago."

"What did you say?!"

Sakuragi leaned closer, his eyes wide. "This is called luring the enemy in deep, you know! Think bigger!"

"Only a brainless person would believe that." Rukawa Kaede rolled his eyes.

The two of them started exchanging barbs and insults at each other.

Akagi walked over with a dark face and gave each of them a flick on the forehead.

"Enough! All of you, shut up!"

His words were stern, but a smile was hidden in his eyes.

Akagi turned to look at Lin Bei at the end of the bench.

Lin Bei only strolled around for five minutes today and didn't break a sweat.

But with a few miraculous shots, Urayasu was completely pushed off the cliff.

"Lin Bei, you've worked hard too." Akagi said gently.

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, chewing gum.

He lazily lifted his eyelids. "Captain, next time it's a trash match, can I stay at the hotel and sleep?"

"It's so boring, it's less challenging than walking a dog."

Akagi's lips twitched, and he swallowed the words of reprimand.

"Everyone pack your things and head to the interview area."

The moment they stepped into the interview area, the group of reporters erupted in excitement.

The flashes created a sea of ​​light, and the shutter sounds were like a torrential downpour.

"Lin Bei, classmate!"

"Captain Akagi!"

The reporter pushed his way forward, the microphone almost touching his face.

A veteran reporter squeezed to the front, his face flushed with excitement.

"Lin Bei! Congratulations to Shohoku for advancing to the next round!"

"132:41, breaking the all-time record!"

"Did you anticipate this level of dominance before the match?"

The female reporter then posed a question.

"Lin Bei! What's your opinion on the massacre at Pu'an?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, the Shohoku team members stopped in unison.

Miyagi sneered, while Mitsui stared at the ceiling.

Just as Sakuragi was about to boast, Akagi grabbed him by the back of the neck.

All the cameras were focused on Lin Bei.

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets and slowly stopped.

The flashlight shone on his handsome face, but it couldn't dispel the cold arrogance in his eyes.

He didn't look at the reporter who asked the question; his gaze went beyond the crowd and into the distance.

"evaluate?"

Lin Bei stopped chewing and casually uttered two words.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling sense of oppression.

The noisy interview area was instantly muted.

All the reporters held their breath, afraid to even breathe.

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Lin Bei's lips.

His eyes were filled with weariness of the boring competition and a desire for stronger prey.

"Just an incredibly boring warm-up match."

"Let Hainan wash its neck clean and wait."

After uttering this extremely arrogant statement, Lin Bei didn't even glance at the stunned reporter.

Take long strides and step into the dark passage.

The rest of the Xiangbei team followed suit.

It took a full ten seconds for the crowd to erupt in chaos.

"My God! This is absolutely headline news!"

"That's insane! The sense of oppression is incredible!"

"Shohoku vs. the reigning champions, Hainan!"

"The semifinals are going to ignite the whole nation!"

The shutter clicked furiously.