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

Even in the Generation of Miracles.

Few people can see through his faint presence at a glance when they are completely unprepared.

Kuroko put down her milkshake and took a step forward.

He stood directly in Lin Bei's only way out.

He raised his head, his usually expressionless face now appearing unusually solemn.

"Shohoku's number 16, Lin Bei-jun."

Kuroko's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable seriousness.

"What's up?"

Lin Bei stopped and looked down at him.

"With your current strength, it's simply impossible for you to defeat Akashi-kun."

Hei Zi didn't beat around the bush.

He stared directly into Lin Bei's eyes, which held a hint of languor yet were unfathomable.

Even if you've hidden your strength, even if you're still a monster.

"But his eyes could see into the future of everything."

Kuroko clenched his fist slightly, his tone becoming more forceful.

"You must open the 'second door'."

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow slightly.

I couldn't help but think to myself, these kids' lines are so cringeworthy.

A half-smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"The second door?"

"Yes."

Kuroko reminded him with a serious expression.

"Behind that door lies the end of the miracle."

Lin Bei looked at him for two seconds and nodded thoughtfully.

Thanks.

"Beep—!"

The referee's sharp whistle pierced the noise of the stadium.

"Shohoku High School requests a player substitution!"

"Number 7 off, number 16 on!"

Ryota Miyagi was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto the wooden floor.

His legs were trembling slightly from overexertion.

Faced with Akashi's overwhelming sense of oppression.

Miyagi was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally stretched to the limit.

He gritted his teeth and walked heavily to the sidelines.

Lin Bei extended his right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound.

Gongcheng gripped Lin Bei's hand tightly, his eyes filled with resentment and entrustment.

"It's up to you now."

Miyagi gritted his teeth and growled, "Don't let those brats get too arrogant!"

Lin Bei spoke calmly.

"Go and rest."

Lin Bei stepped onto the court.

The first half, which had seemed somewhat lifeless due to Shohoku's one-sided massacre, was suddenly injected with a powerful stimulant.

He strolled to the top of the three-point line and met the figure that also exuded a terrifying aura.

The core of the Generation of Miracles, Seijuro Akashi.

Akashi's heterochromatic eyes gazed silently at Lin Bei.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

Akashi leaned forward slightly and spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I thought you'd be hiding on the bench pretending to be asleep the whole time."

"Mr. Lin Bei".

Lin Bei's pupils suddenly contracted.

His heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly.

Call yourself "Mr."

How could this red-haired dwarf know him?

But Lin Bei was, after all, someone who had gone through countless trials.

This lingering doubt lasted only a fraction of a second before he forcibly erased it.

He quickly regained his composure, his eyes becoming cold and focused once more.

"It's not a good habit to pry into other people's backgrounds."

"Be careful not to give it all back, with interest, on the field."

Lin Bei laughed out loud, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Then let me see how strong you are now."

Akashi's eyes flashed with a cold light as he lightly rubbed the surface of the basketball with his right middle finger and thumb.

The attack begins!

Akashi suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

The basketball slammed hard onto the floor with a loud bang.

"Buzz—!"

A strange mental fluctuation emanated from Akashi's heterochromatic eyes.

The Eye of the Heavenly Emperor!

In Akashi's view.

Lin Bei's muscle contractions, breathing rate, blood flow, and even the trembling of his body hair became clearly visible.

"Your next step is to the left."

Akashi whispered like a demon, but his body made an extremely realistic front-facing turn to the right.

This feint was so exquisite that it perfectly positioned itself in a blind spot just as Lin Bei's center of gravity was about to shift.

Ankle terminator!

As long as Lin Bei's nerve reflexes keep up with this feint, the nerves in his legs will directly clash.

There's only one possible outcome: you end up falling awkwardly to the floor!

However, the anticipated ankle injury did not occur.

Lin Bei did not activate Zone at all.

He didn't even blink, and his breath was completely held back at that moment.

At the moment Akashi changed direction, he did not forcefully push off the ground with his right foot to move sideways.

Instead, their toes are slightly turned inward.

Following the force of Akashi's impact, his knee traced a perfectly rounded half-arc.

Tai Chi transforms energy!

Akashi used a feint that could have destroyed anyone's ankle.

It's like punching a wet cotton ball with all your might.

Lin Bei's body seemed to have become a roly-poly toy, its center of gravity firmly gripping the floor.

Instead of falling, she used the force of the deflection to stick to Akashi's left side like a ghost.

His path to breakthrough was completely blocked!

"What?!"

At this moment, even the members of the Generation of Miracles on the sidelines couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Ryota Kise exclaimed in surprise, "He didn't fall?!"

Murasakibara Atsushi was also staring blankly at the field.

"He didn't fall, but instead neutralized the Heavenly Emperor's Eye purely through subtle body adjustments and footwork?"

Akashi's heterochromatic eyes narrowed sharply, and a serious expression finally appeared on his face.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

Lin Bei sneered.

Taking advantage of Akashi's momentary daze, he shot out his right hand like lightning.

Cloud-Piercing Hand!

"Snapped!"

With a precise touch of his fingertip to the side of the basketball, the ball slipped directly out of Akashi's control.

That steal was an absolute steal!

Lin Bei darted out like a cheetah, grabbed the basketball, and headed straight for the frontcourt.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

A furious roar came from the flank.

Aomine Daiki transformed into a black lightning bolt.

With its terrifying speed, it caught up with Lin Bei.

"Too slow!"

Qingfeng leaped high into the air, his massive shadow looming over Lin Bei.

"Yeah?"

Lin Bei suddenly stepped on the free throw line while driving at high speed.

He was launched into the air like a cannonball.

Faced with the overwhelming green peaks behind him, Lin Bei suddenly pulled in his stomach mid-air.

At the highest point, the body made an extremely exaggerated backward fold!

This move is exactly the same as the time Aomine spent hanging in mid-air when he toyed with Sakuragi!

Qingfeng stared wide-eyed in mid-air, his eyes gleaming with extreme excitement.

"You bastard—"

Lin Bei was at his limit, just before his body was about to fall.

He held the basketball in his right hand and passed it under Qingfeng's arm.

With an extremely gentle flick of the wrist.

Unpredictable layup!

The basketball traced a strange arc in the air, grazing the edge of the backboard before swishing through the net.

Score 16:4!

Lin Bei landed steadily, raised an eyebrow at Qingfeng, and said, "You don't need to pay copyright fees for copying my moves, right?"

Qingfeng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"interesting."

"Lin Bei! You bastard!"