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

The decisive round.

Lin Bei dribbled faster and faster, the basketball bouncing on the floor with a series of rapid beats.

He took a deep breath, and all the potential within him was completely squeezed out.

boom!

Lin Bei forced his way in from the left, moving so fast that he was just a blur.

Jordan immediately closed in, his defense becoming impenetrable.

Just as the two rushed into the penalty area at the same time, Lin Bei suddenly gathered the ball and jumped.

Jordan also leaped into the air, his terrifying jumping power making him appear like a vast, all-encompassing net.

"It's over, kid."

Jordan coldly announced from mid-air.

however.

Just as Lin Bei's body was about to collide with Jordan's defense.

[A flawless imitation], now open!

Lin Bei's body folded up in mid-air in an incredibly unbelievable way.

He forcefully pulled back the basketball he was about to shoot.

With explosive power from his core, he performed an extremely exaggerated lever pull in mid-air!

That's Jordan's signature move!

"What?!"

Pippen, standing on the sidelines, immediately stood up.

A hint of shock flashed in Jordan's eyes, but he used his incredible hang time to forcefully change the angle of his arm to block the shot.

The large hand covered the rim again.

not enough!

Mere imitation is not enough to break through the defense of the basketball god!

Just as Lin Bei's body was about to fall and completely lose his balance at the last moment.

【Aomine Daiki's Unpredictable Shot】, activated!

Lin Bei's right arm passed under Jordan's armpit at an angle that completely defied the laws of physics.

His wrist jerked suddenly.

The basketball, spinning with an extremely strange motion, grazed Jordan's fingertips as it flew towards the backboard.

"Bang!"

The ball was touched by Jordan's fingertips and bounced off the rim.

Jordan landed from the air.

"This kid..."

Rodman's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even realize that his pipe had fallen to the ground.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so excited that he grabbed Rukawa Kaede by the collar.

"You damned fox!"

"Master, that monster has been contained!"

Rukawa Kaede, unusually, did not resist.

His eyes were frighteningly bright, as if he wanted to etch Lin Bei's actions from just now into his mind.

In the center of the stadium.

Lin Bei braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, as the light in Zone gradually faded.

Jordan picked up the basketball and stood silently for a moment.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

The laughter grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the entire stadium.

"The match is over."

Jordan raised his right hand to stop the one-on-one match.

He did not choose to continue to the last round because the result was no longer important.

He strode up to Lin Bei.

Amidst everyone's stunned gazes, Jordan extended his right hand and gave Lin Bei a resounding high five!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of high-fives heralded the end of this epic showdown.

"You little rascal, you're a complete monster."

Jordan looked at Lin Bei, his eyes no longer showing any contempt, but instead filled with extreme approval.

He patted Lin Bei on the shoulder, giving him the highest praise he had ever given to a junior colleague in his career.

"If you came to play in the NBA now, you would be my biggest problem."

……

The special training has ended.

Jordan gave him extremely high praise, and before leaving, he generously took off his Bulls training jersey and tossed it to Lin Bei.

"This is the Bulls' jersey. Wear it to win the championship that belongs to you."

Pippen and the other players were generous, sharing their jerseys, arm sleeves, and other merchandise with the Shohoku team.

Akagi received Pippen's specially made knee pads.

Sakuragi clutched the rare sneakers tightly, grinning from ear to ear.

Rukawa Kaede silently accepted the basketball shoes Jordan gave him, a spark burning in his cold eyes.

The clash with basketball legends propelled the entire Shohoku team to their peak of fighting spirit.

Nighttime, a luxury hotel in Chicago.

"Xiao Liang!"

"We're going back tomorrow, so how can we not grab some American souvenirs now? It would be such a waste of this hellish training!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi lowered his voice and frantically winked at Miyagi Ryota in the corridor.

Miyagi stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up:

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

"I heard there's an underground streetwear store nearby that's releasing limited-edition merchandise today."

"Let's sneak out, without alerting the gorilla, and without letting Lin Bei know."

The door to the next room opened.

Rukawa Kaede walked out wearing a black tracksuit and headphones.

"Hey! You dead fox, where are you going in the middle of the night?" Sakuragi glared at him.

Rukawa Kaede didn't even look at him, coldly uttering two words: "Buy water."

"Come on! You definitely want to buy wristbands!"

"Don't try to hog it all! Lead the way, this genius wants to go too!"

Each of the three had their own agenda, and they slipped out of the hotel like thieves.

Chicago nights are not romantic.

Behind the neon lights lies a dimly lit street.

The air was filled with the smells of cheap cigarettes, alcohol, and sewers.

Just as the three of them entered a back alley to take a shortcut, a piercing whistle suddenly rang out from ahead.

Several tall, strapping young Black men wearing baggy hoodies emerged from the shadows.

They tossed baseball bats in their hands, their eyes greedy as they stared intently at Sakuragi and his friends.

A jumble of footsteps came from behind, and seven or eight street thugs blocked their retreat.

"Hey, look what this is?"

"A few lost monkeys."

The leader, a burly black man, had a filthy braid and a face full of scars.

He stepped forward, revealing a large gold tooth, and his finger almost poked Sakuragi's nose.

"Take off your limited edition Jordan shoes."

He slammed the baseball bat against the brick wall with a loud bang, sending sparks flying.

"Otherwise, I'll make a few holes in your bodies today!"

The air plummeted to freezing point. An average high school student would have been terrified.

But standing before them was Kanagawa's most notorious "problem children's army".

Ryota Miyagi's eyes turned cold. He put his hands in his pockets, lowered his body slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

Rukawa Kaede simply took off his headphones.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a wolf ready to pounce at any moment.

"Make a hole?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi lowered his head, his red hair standing out starkly in the dim light.

The burly man in the lead thought they were scared: "You're smart to know what's good for you—"

"Go to hell!!"

A beast-like roar echoed through the back alley!

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with the fierce and bloodthirsty nature of his delinquent days.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, unleashing the full power of his waist and abdomen.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled thud that sent chills down your spine!

Sakuragi delivered a brutal headbutt, slamming it squarely into the burly man's nose!

The nearly 200-pound strong man was lifted off the ground with both feet off the ground, and blood gushed from his nose.

He flew backward like a lump of mud, crashing into a trash can and instantly losing consciousness.

"What kind of class do you think you are, daring to steal this genius's treasure?!" Sakuragi spat and stood in front.

That headbutt was incredibly satisfying and immediately intimidated the surrounding thugs.

But the situation took a sharp turn for the worse the next second!

"Damn bastards! Kill them!"

From the back of the crowd, a gang leader with a scar on his face roared.

"Snap!"

The sound of a metal bolt being pulled back was like a death knell in this quiet alley!

The scarred man pulled out a black pistol and pointed it at Sakuragi.