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

Sakuragi pointed in the direction of Hainan and Ryonan from the stands.

"It must be Sendoh, the middle-aged man Maki, and that guy Moroboshi Dai!"

"These defeated rivals were resentful to see this genius lift the trophy, so they secretly pooled their money and formed some kind of Avengers!"

"They just want to challenge us tomorrow and get their revenge!"

Sakuragi clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, his eyes burning with a fanatical fighting spirit.

"Since they're not convinced, then this genius will crush them all again tomorrow!"

"Let them give up on that idea completely!"

"You single-celled organism, can you even use your walnut-sized brain?"

"If it were just a coalition of a few defeated opponents, the organizing committee wouldn't announce it in such a tone, as if they didn't even know the list."

Rukawa Kaede walked forward coldly, his gaze sweeping across the stands like a knife.

"They're up to no good. But whoever they are, we'll take them down."

Because of Sakuragi and Rukawa's statements, the Shohoku team gradually developed a fighting spirit to meet the challenge.

Akagi took a deep breath, just about to turn around and ask the most important man in the team.

"Lin Bei, what's wrong with you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Akagi froze.

He saw Lin Bei standing quietly in place.

He didn't laugh arrogantly like Sakuragi, nor did he ignite his fighting spirit like Rukawa.

Lin Bei lowered his head slightly, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

Strands of black hair fell across his forehead, obscuring his eyes.

Lin Bei felt a chill run down his spine.

Sakuragi felt that this was just Sendoh and the others' revenge.

But Lin Bei knew that was definitely not the case.

The system issued a red alert, a forced intrusion of spacetime turbulence, and a violation of the rules.

The feeling of being watched so intently was like a venomous snake crawling up Lin Bei's spine.

A team capable of crashing a system firewall.

Who is it?

Lin Bei slowly raised his head.

He exhaled a deep breath.

He completely suppressed the oppressive aura of the "Heavenly Emperor".

The scene originally had a slightly eerie feel to it.

As Lin Bei's aura dissipated, reality finally returned.

"Calm down, everyone."

Akagi Takenori slammed his broad, thick hand down on the tactical board with a dull thud.

He forcefully drew the attention of the Shohoku team back to the team.

The tough captain looked around.

His gaze swept over the sweat-drenched and exhausted faces of each team member.

Those eyes, which had previously been bloodshot, now shone with a light as firm as a rock.

"No matter who comes tomorrow, we will still be the national champions!"

Akagi's voice was firm and resolute, carrying an unshakeable authority.

"Since the organizing committee wants to hold an additional match, then we'll beat them all, including that mysterious team that appeared out of nowhere!"

"Well said, gorilla!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the first to jump out, one hand on his hip.

He pointed to the ceiling with his other finger, his face full of arrogance.

"No matter what kind of monsters or demons come, they're all just chickens and dogs in front of a genius rebounder!"

Unusually, Rukawa Kaede did not immediately respond with a sarcastic remark.

He simply picked up a towel and silently wiped the sweat from his chin.

A sharp, cold glint flashed in his narrow eyes.

"Perfect timing, I haven't had enough fun yet today."

"but……"

Ryota Miyagi rubbed his sore shoulders and gave a wry smile.

"Judging from this situation, our planned all-night party is probably going to be canceled."

"The match is at 10 a.m. tomorrow. If I stay out too late tonight, my legs will be weak when I go on stage tomorrow."

Mitsui Hisashi sighed helplessly and shook his still trembling right hand.

"I was planning to have a nice meal tonight, but it looks like I'll just have to grab something quick and easy."

Seeing the undisguised disappointment in everyone's eyes, Lin Bei burst out laughing.

He stepped forward, casually pulled the towel off his neck, and threw it onto the chair next to him.

A lazy smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"Alright, what's with all those gloomy faces?"

"The celebration of winning the championship is inevitable."

Lin Bei snapped his fingers, the crisp sound echoing clearly in the substitutes' bench.

The planned celebration has been postponed to tomorrow night.

"After that exhibition match tomorrow, we'll make it all back, with interest!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the entire Shohoku team.

His tone was relaxed yet carried an undeniable air of confidence.

"As for tonight—we'll have a big meal as usual!"

"We won the game, so we have to treat ourselves properly."

"The entire bill is on Mr. Lin!"

"Oh oh oh oh! Long live Linbei!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was so excited that he grabbed Lin Bei's shoulder and shook him wildly.

"I want to eat Wagyu beef!"

"I want to eat the most expensive seafood!"

"I'll eat you out of house and home, you wicked rich man!"

"Idiot, don't spit on other people's clothes."

Rukawa Kaede took a half-step back in disgust.

"You damned fox! Who are you calling an idiot!"

"Believe it or not, I'll steal all your meat in a bit!"

"You can give it a try."

The somber atmosphere instantly dissipated as the two lovable characters started bickering again.

Akagi shook his head helplessly, but couldn't help but smile.

Kogure pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with a gratified smile.

"Let's go! Our destination—a top-notch BBQ restaurant!"

With a wave of his hand, Miyagi led the entire Shohoku team toward the player tunnel.

Two hours later, at the top-notch barbecue restaurant.

Inside the private room, the charcoal fire on the barbecue grill was burning brightly.

The grease dripped onto the glowing red charcoal, making an enticing sizzling sound.

The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the air.

"Hey! You sly fox! I was the one who had my eye on that top-quality marbled meat first!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes widened, and the clip in his hand shot out like lightning.

A soft "snap" sound.

Rukawa's chopsticks arrived first, precisely pressing down on Sakuragi's clips.

With a blank expression, he flicked his wrist, and the perfectly grilled Wagyu beef, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, landed steadily in his bowl.

"Too slow."

Rukawa Kaede coldly uttered four words and unceremoniously stuffed the meat into his mouth.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

"This genius will let you win on the court, but he'll never back down at the dinner table!"

Sakuragi was so angry that he yelled and rolled up his sleeves, ready to snatch the next round.

Having experienced the baptism of the national tournament, Sakuragi has transformed into an incredibly composed player on the court.

Off the field, however, he remains the same energetic, easily angered, red-haired single-celled organism.

Mitsui and Miyagi, meanwhile, were eating meat heartily on the sidelines while reviewing the day's match.

"That alley-oop pass you made to Sakuragi today was really skillful."

Mitsui chewed on a cartilage and mumbled something indistinctly.

"That's right, don't you know who I am! The lightning-fast Miyagi Ryota!"

Miyagi raised his chin smugly.

He then lowered his voice.

"But honestly, are you really confident about that mysterious team tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, everyone at the dinner table slowed down a beat.

Akagi put down his cup and said in a deep voice.

"No matter who the opponent is, we just need to play our own style of basketball."

"After you finish this meal tonight, everyone go back and get some rest early. No staying up late."

"Yes, Captain!"