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

The steam in the gymnasium shower room hadn't completely dissipated.

After washing up, the entire Shohoku team changed into clean and casual clothes.

Takenori Akagi was at the forefront, pushing open the heavy wooden door of another competition area.

The deafening cheers and the sharp screeching of sneakers against the wooden floor were overwhelming.

Another major match in the quarterfinals of the national tournament is underway here.

The champions Hainan will face off against Akizuki Gakuen, a traditional powerhouse from Tokyo.

The group from Shohoku went up the steps to the front row of the stands with a great view.

Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets and lazily yawned.

He casually found a seat near the aisle and sat down, his gaze sweeping across the room indifferently.

The situation on the field is currently exhibiting a suffocatingly one-sided advantage.

The numbers on the scoreboard were bright red and glaring; the score difference had widened to more than twenty points.

The root cause of all this is the man standing at the top of the arc.

The absolute core of Hainan, Emperor Mu Shenyi.

The point guard from Akizuki Academy attempted to disrupt Hainan's offensive rhythm by pressing them tightly.

But this kind of defense looked extremely naive in front of Maki Shinichi.

Shinichi Maki's dribbling rhythm was frighteningly steady.

The basketball moved with ease in his large hands, each bounce feeling like a blow to the defender's heart.

Suddenly, Mu Shen moved.

There were no fancy feints, just a pure, direct outpouring of explosive power.

His massive body, like an out-of-control heavy tank, tore apart the first line of defense of Akizuki Academy.

The power forward and center of Akizuki Academy rushed forward in alarm to cover, attempting to form a wall of flesh and blood in the penalty area.

Mu Shenyi's eyes were icy cold, and he actually took the initiative to seek physical confrontation in mid-air.

The two bodies collided solidly in mid-air, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Qiuyue's center forward was knocked off balance by that terrifying core force and fell backward in a sorry state.

However, Maki Shinichi, in a completely contorted posture, steadily tossed the ball toward the basket.

The referee's whistle blew sharply.

"Whoosh—"

The basketball went through the net cleanly.

Goal plus penalty, two plus one.

After landing, Maki Shinichi did not celebrate, but walked to the free throw line with a blank expression.

That unquestionable dominance silenced the entire room.

Ryota Miyagi in the stands unconsciously clenched his fist.

As a point guard, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the oppressive force of that power could be.

Mitsui Hisashi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his breathing became a little rapid.

Rukawa Kaede crossed his arms, his fox-like eyes gleaming with a fervent fighting spirit.

"Middle-aged people are really good at physical fitness," Lin Bei chuckled.

The game continued, and Akizuki Academy's attack once again ended in a mistake.

Their high-lobbed pass was easily intercepted by Kazuma Takasago.

Hainan launched a lightning-fast defensive counterattack.

A short but extremely arrogant figure darted towards the front of the field like a wild, unruly monkey.

It was none other than Kiyota Nobunaga, the super rookie from Hainan.

He received an extremely long pass from his teammate, Jin Soichiro, and was completely out of position.

Kiyota Nobunaga used his legs to propel himself into the air as if he had stepped on a spring.

His body stretched out extremely in the air, completing an exaggerated back-row pull-up maneuver.

Then, he slammed the ball into the basket with one hand.

"Clang—!"

The basketball hoop shook violently, and the entire arena erupted in gasps of amazement.

Even the substitutes on the Akizuki Academy bench couldn't help but gasp.

After landing, Kiyota Nobunaga did not retreat to defend, but instead turned around abruptly.

He arrogantly raised his arm and pointed at the Shohoku fans in the stands.

To be precise, it refers to that striking red bald head.

"Red-haired monkey! Did you see that?!"

Kiyota Nobunaga's voice pierced through the noise of the stadium.

"My dunks are a million times more spectacular than yours, which rely solely on brute force!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had been sitting quietly in the stands, suddenly broke down.

He suddenly stood up and strode to the railing.

He gripped the metal railing tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The metal railings creaked under the weight.

"What are you so arrogant about, you wild monkey!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's face flushed red, and he roared back without any politeness.

"Those weak dunks aren't even good enough to warm me up!"

"You'd better wash your neck clean and wait!"

"This genius will dunk you and the ball into the basket right now!"

His roar was full of energy, drawing the attention of the surrounding audience.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was not far away, was so angry that he jumped up and down, wanting to continue hurling insults at each other.

However, Maki Shinichi, who was defending, mercilessly punched him on the head.

"Stop making a fool of yourself here, get back to defense!" Maki Shinichi's voice was as cold and hard as iron.

Haruko Akagi, standing in the stands, covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"Sakuragi-kun is so energetic, he'll definitely be fine in tomorrow's game."

Upon hearing Haruko's words, Sakuragi Hanamichi's fierce expression instantly melted into a comical smile.

He touched his red scalp and chuckled foolishly.

"Of course, because I'm a genius."

"As long as this genius is here, no matter what kind of old man or monkey he is from Hainan, he's no match for him!"

Yohei Mito sighed helplessly in the back row.

"This guy is completely hopeless when he's around Haruko."

While stuffing potato chips into his mouth, Takamiya Nozomi mumbled a complaint indistinctly.

"However, they didn't lose in terms of momentum, and at least they didn't embarrass Shohoku."

Ohkusu Yuji laughed.

"If a fight really breaks out, Hanamichi would definitely knock that wild monkey unconscious with a headbutt."

Rukawa Kaede glanced coldly at Sakuragi from the side.

"idiot."

"You damned fox!" Sakuragi immediately turned and glared at him.

"Quiet down, the match isn't over yet." Rukawa Kaede didn't even bother to look at him.

"What kind of attitude is that?!"

The two started bickering as usual, but the atmosphere wasn't tense; it was more like a special way to relax before a competition.

Akagi Takenori coughed and stopped their antics with a look.

As time went by, the suspense on the field was completely eliminated.

The players from Akizuki Academy were exhausted and their eyes were filled with despair.

Hainan University Affiliated High School, on the other hand, is like a cold and ruthless machine, continuously reaping scores.

Jin Soichiro's three-pointers were like precision-guided missiles, hitting the target repeatedly.

"Beep—!"

The referee blew the final whistle.

The score remained at an extremely lopsided number.

115: 68.

Hainan University Affiliated High School defeated its opponent without any suspense.

They successfully advanced to the semi-finals.

With this, both teams from Kanagawa have advanced to the semifinals.

The entire stadium resounded with praise and cheers for King of Hainan.

The Hainan players celebrated with high fives on the field.

Maki Shinichi casually took the towel handed to him and wiped the sweat from his face.

He ignored the reporters who surrounded him and looked at his teammates who were celebrating excitedly.

He turned around, his deep gaze piercing through the layers of people.

Like a radar, it pinpointed a specific location in the stands with unparalleled precision.

There, Lin Bei stood with his hands in his pockets, his body upright.

Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air.