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

The ball was moving at an absurdly fast speed.

The man from Mingpeng only felt a chill in his crotch; the ball was gone.

Rukawa Kaede, cutting to the basket, leaps into the air.

He gripped the raging shell tightly with one hand.

With tremendous force, he slammed the ball into the basket.

boom!

One-handed dunk.

58: 37.

"The pass was alright, just a tiny bit off." Rukawa landed, putting on a cool, expressionless face.

Lin Bei chuckled as he retreated on defense.

"Stop pretending, your hands must be numb by now."

"If I can't catch it next time, I'll let Sakuragi eat it."

Rukawa Kaede's lips twitched, and he silently hid his swollen right hand behind his back, letting out a cold snort.

Meihou makes a difficult serve.

Entangled in the deadly clutches of Lin Bei and Miyagi Ryota, he was completely disoriented.

"Violation! Shohoku has possession!"

With a single gesture, the referee delivered a stern verdict.

Give me the ball!

Mitsui Hisashi was running around like crazy outside the three-point line.

Lin Bei stood on the sideline, holding the ball with both hands.

Without any hesitation, he delivered a brilliant bounce pass that spanned half the court.

The ball precisely bypassed the defense and bounced into Mitsui's hands.

Catch the ball, jump, and flick the ball.

His movements were as smooth as a textbook.

Swish.

Three arrows, hellfire.

61: 37.

"See that?! That's the real shooting guard from Shohoku!"

Mitsui roared to the sky and made a three-point gesture.

The next ten minutes or so.

On the stage of the finals, Shohoku unleashed a merciless barrage of three-pointers.

Miyagi's breakthrough, Mitsui's three-pointer, and Rukawa's one-on-one play.

With Lin Bei's help, they went completely mad.

Mingpeng's mentality completely collapsed.

Their defense is like a sieve, and their offense can't even get past half-court.

All that remained in his eyes was despair.

Off the field.

Takenori Akagi gripped the white towel tightly.

Looking at the glaringly large score difference on the scoreboard, his eyes were completely red.

For the past three years, he has single-handedly carried this lousy team through thick and thin.

The humiliation of being mocked was utterly shattered at that moment.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born.

"Gorilla...you're crying?" Kogure pushed up his glasses, his voice choked with emotion.

Akagi roughly wiped his face, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a crazy smile.

"Bullshit! The air conditioning was too cold!"

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling.

"That kid Lin Bei... really brought us to the top of the nation."

……

The second half.

"Sakuragi!"

On the court, Lin Bei, with his back to the basket, delivered a stylish behind-the-back pass.

The basketball fell precisely into the air above the restricted area.

"Leave it to me, this is the foundation of a genius!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi rose from the ground.

Having undergone grueling training, Sakuragi has reached the threshold of becoming a top-tier power forward.

He caught the ball steadily in mid-air.

Facing the Mingpeng power forward who was covering, he used his shoulder to knock the man out of bounds.

boom--! ! !

An aerial relay race brimming with violent aesthetics.

The basketball hoop shook violently, as if it were howling in pain.

85: 45.

Sakuragi landed back on the floor, no longer acting silly as before.

He walked up to the Mingpeng substitute bench, raised his chin, and laughed arrogantly.

"Mortals, watch closely!"

"Now, it's time for this genius to shine!"

"Idiot, it's just a goal, don't embarrass yourself here."

Rukawa Kaede coldly delivered the finishing blow.

"You damn fox! What did you say? Believe me or not, I'll shove you into the basket!"

Sakuragi instantly lost his composure and raised his fist, ready to fight.

Lin Bei sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

These two are such a handful, they never stop moving.

The game has completely entered garbage time.

Coach Mingpeng slumped in his chair, too lazy to even pick up the tactical board that had fallen to the ground.

She covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at the scoreboard.

105: 58.

The finals were a brutal massacre, and they were nailed to the pillar of shame.

The timer starts counting down to the last ten seconds.

10.

9.

8.

Lin Bei took the ball and stopped attacking.

He walked to the center of the court and held the ball tightly around his waist.

Tens of thousands of people in the entire dome stadium stood up.

Applause, shouts, and cries converged into a torrent of steel.

"Shohoku! Shohoku! Shohoku!"

Lin Bei tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Enjoying this moment of peak glory that everyone is watching.

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The final whistle was like a thunderclap, shattering the gloom that had been hanging over the heads of the Shohoku team for three years.

"Beep—!!!"

Cheers swept across the stadium like a tsunami.

The golden and red ribbons poured down like a torrential rain, refracting dazzling spots of light under the spotlight.

Akagi Takenori's towering figure froze the instant the whistle sounded.

The tough center, nicknamed "The Gorilla," covered his face tightly.

His thick shoulders heaved violently, and large tears streamed down his fingers, falling to the floor and shattering into pieces.

Three years.

From an empty, dilapidated stadium.

He was ridiculed by everyone, who said that "dominating the whole country is just a joke."

He gritted his teeth and persevered alone, enduring the mire until today.

Kiminobu Kogure stumbled out of the bench and grabbed Akagi tightly.

"Akagi... don't cry!"

"We won! We really won!"

Kogure's voice was hoarse like sandpaper, and his glasses were already blurred with tears.

Akagi roughly wiped his face, raised his bloodshot eyes, and his voice trembled:

"This air conditioning... it's fucking cold, Kogure."

On the other side, Miyagi Ryota and Mitsui Hisashi collided without any regard for appearances, each gripping the other's neck tightly.

The two jumped and danced in the rain of ribbons, tears mingling with bitter sweat as they drank.

"You're crying like an idiot!"

"Your tears and snot are all over my clothes!"

Mitsui Hisashi cursed as he forcefully pounded Miyagi's back, his voice thick with nasal tones.

Miyagi retaliated without hesitation, grabbing the hem of Mitsui's jersey to wipe his face:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I don't know who it was, but when they made that last three-pointer, their hand was shaking like they had Parkinson's!"

"That's because I'm physically exhausted! What do you know!" Mitsui roared, his eyes red.

The two were hurling insults at each other, but they hugged each other even tighter.

At the technical table, Sakuragi Hanamichi leaped up and landed firmly on the heavy tabletop.

He suddenly ripped off the number "10" jersey on his chest.

He pounded his fists furiously against the solid chest, making muffled "thump thump" sounds.

Having experienced countless life-or-death battles.

This once impetuous red-haired boy has now developed a commanding presence that inspires awe.

But this did not stop him from unleashing the ultimate ecstasy of a genius at the moment of winning the championship.

"Do you see that, mortals!"

Sakuragi pointed at the dome and roared.

"The era of this genius has officially begun today!"

"What Morishige Hiroshi, what Meihou Industrial—they're all beneath my feet!"

Just then, a white towel slowly flew over and precisely covered Sakuragi's arrogant red hair.

Rukawa Kaede pulled up another towel hanging around his neck and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

For the first time ever, the corners of his eyes curved slightly on that usually icy, stern face.

A rare, gentle curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.