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

His proudest achievements are his jumping ability and hang time.

They simply cannot gain an absolute advantage against these NBA muscle monsters who are over two meters tall.

His prized animal instincts seemed to be full of flaws here.

Every jump was neutralized by the opponent's extremely solid, even somewhat cunning, positioning techniques.

"Damn it... I can't even get a rebound, what kind of genius am I...?"

Sakuragi slammed his fist on the floor with a dull thud.

He was devastated to discover that the Bulls coach was present.

There's no way to teach him the rebounding technique that perfectly combines animal instincts with top-notch physical talent.

Their system is too rigorous, so rigorous that it stifles Sakuragi's innate wildness.

Lin Bei took in all of this.

He didn't go over to comfort her.

The best way to comfort a lion is to find him a sufficiently powerful adversary.

Lin Bei turned and walked to the quietest corner of the rest area, picked up the satellite phone, and dialed a long-distance call.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Who is it? Don't they know it's a holiday?"

The Pistons' general manager sounded extremely impatient on the other end of the phone.

"I am a member of the Lin Group."

"Your boss should have already contacted you."

"I want Dennis Rodman from your team."

"Get him to Chicago now, immediately, right now."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an exaggerated burst of laughter.

"The Lin Group?"

"Never heard of it!"

"Listen, kid, that lunatic Dennis is on vacation in Las Vegas right now, and he's not seeing anyone."

"Even if he were here, I would never let him go to Chicago to coach some lousy high school kid on basketball!"

"You're dreaming!"

"Beep—beep—"

The other party hung up the phone without any politeness.

Lin Bei looked at the receiver that was giving off a dead tone, feeling nothing at all, and even wanted to laugh.

reject?

In this world, there is no door that money can't open.

If so, it means not enough money was spent.

Lin Bei dialed that number again.

"Listen, you bastard, I don't care who you are..."

"One million US dollars a week."

Lin Bei interrupted the other person's roar directly, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather today.

"I'm personally sponsoring the Pistons to build your dilapidated arena."

"In addition, a check for one million US dollars was deposited directly into Rodman's personal account."

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.

"I only ask for one thing." Lin Bei glanced at his watch, his tone as cold as a blade.

"My private helicopter will land on the roof of the hotel where Rodman is in an hour."

"Today, I want to see that colorful head in the training facility at the Berto Center in Chicago."

"Sold... Deal!"

"Mr. Lin, I'll personally go and drag him out of the stripper's bed!"

The Pistons' general manager's voice immediately became even more obsequious than Krause's.

I'm so happy! This is like a windfall!

Lin Bei casually hung up the phone and tossed the satellite phone onto the chair.

"My God..."

A collective gasp came from behind.

Lin Bei turned around and saw Jordan and Pippen, who had just come off the court to drink water, staring at him with the kind of look one might give an alien.

"Are you crazy, Lin?"

Pippen's eyes widened, and he even dropped the towel he was using to wipe his sweat on the ground.

"You actually spent two million US dollars, and even used a private helicopter."

"Just so that lunatic would fly all the way to Chicago to teach a high school student how to rebound?!"

Jordan shook his head repeatedly and gave a wry smile:

"Lin, your father is a madman, but you're even mader than him."

"That's Dennis, that guy is a ticking time bomb!"

"What does this matter if it's to win?"

Lin Bei smiled calmly, his eyes revealing an absolute sense of control.

"Only the most ruthless tamers can train true beasts."

Lin Bei strode towards the court.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was still squatting on the floor.

His red buzz cut had lost its former luster, and he looked like a defeated rooster.

Lin Bei walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Stand up, you idiot." Lin Bei kicked Sakuragi's sneakers.

Sakuragi looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and frustration:

"Master, I... I can't even get a single rebound here."

"That's because you lack a mentor who can completely unleash the monster inside you."

Lin Bei laughed and reached out to pull Sakuragi up.

"Are you ready for hell, Sakuragi Hanamichi?"

"The 'ultimate rebounding mentor' I promised you is coming soon."

"The ultimate... rebounding mentor?"

Sakuragi was stunned, and a glimmer of expectation and fervor rekindled in his previously dim eyes.

……

A few hours later.

"boom--!!!"

The heavy, soundproof metal door of the training hall suddenly made a tooth-grinding bang as it was violently kicked open from the outside!

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to the tall, imposing silhouette of the gate.

Backlit, a burly man, over two meters tall and covered in exaggerated tattoos, strode in on the hardwood floor.

He sported short hair dyed a striking fluorescent green.

He had a wild nose ring and the muscles on his arms resembled gnarled old tree roots.

Those eyes were slightly red from a long hangover.

It resembled a ravenous wild dog, ready to devour anyone it could.

With an extremely arrogant and fierce look, he brazenly surveyed the entire Bulls training facility.

"Who the hell spent two million dollars to kidnap me from Las Vegas to this damn Chicago in the middle of the night?!"

Dennis Rodman twisted his thick neck, making a cracking sound as his bones popped.

He grinned, revealing a smile more ferocious than that of a demon.

"Damn rich guy, I was just about to stuff banknotes into that blonde's bra!"

Dennis Rodman reeked of alcohol and perfume.

Frustrated, he pulled at his oversized training uniform and strode into the brightly lit Bulls training facility.

His fluorescent green short hair was extremely eye-catching under the light.

He exuded the aura of a stray dog, the kind that comes from street brawls.

He is now extremely upset and agitated because he was forced to pay money to be a sparring partner for a high school student who isn't even a professional.

"Listen up, no matter which rich family you're from."

Rodman pointed at Lin Bei on the sidelines without any politeness, his face full of ferocity.

"I'm fine with getting paid to do things, but I'll never be a babysitter."

"Today we're going to teach those arrogant brats a lesson they won't forget!"

Before he could finish speaking, a tall figure with a red buzz cut stood directly in front of him.

Sakuragi Hanamichi raised his chin, put his hands on his hips, and sized up the strange man in front of him who was covered in earrings and a nose ring.

The next second, a highly provocative taunt resounded in the empty stadium.

"Where did this green-haired monster come from?"

"Does he even deserve to teach this genius?"