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

There are 9 minutes left in the second half.

The score was 44-46, with Shohoku trailing by 2 points.

This is illogical.

As the captain and coach of Xiangyang.

Kenji Fujima is most proud of his eagle-like, all-seeing vision.

His brain should be like a sophisticated radar, constantly monitoring Rukawa's cuts, Akagi's positioning, and Mitsui's movements.

Reason told him that he had to focus on the big picture.

But now, his instincts have betrayed him.

Every time the basketball in Lin Bei's hands hit the ground.

It was as if there was an invisible thread forcibly pulling on Fujima's eye muscles.

"Damn it... why can't I take my eyes off it?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Fujima's forehead.

He tried to force his head to turn and observe the weaker side.

But the moment his peripheral vision shifted, a strong sense of crisis pierced his nerves.

This forced him to keep his eyes glued to the first-year student in front of him.

Like the only campfire in the dark night, it attracts moths to fly towards it without hesitation.

"Feed".

Lin Bei suddenly spoke up.

He tilted his head, and beneath his sweat-dampened bangs, his eyes held a mocking glint that infuriated anyone.

"How much longer are you going to stare at me?"

"You'll fall in love with me like this."

Fujima's pupils constricted sharply: "What did you say?!"

"Look carefully."

Lin Bei's voice suddenly turned cold, and his previously languid body suddenly erupted with astonishing tension.

Without any warning, he suddenly took a step forward!

"boom!"

With that step, it seemed as if the entire court floor trembled.

The intense presence, like a tangible shockwave, instantly swept across Xiangyang's half of the court.

"He's about to break through!!"

Before Fujima's brain could even issue the command, his body instinctively stepped back to block.

It wasn't just him.

Hanagata Toru, who was battling Akagi in the paint, felt a burst of red flames fill the corner of his eye.

He subconsciously abandoned his positioning and moved laterally towards the edge of the penalty area.

Hasegawa Kazushi, who was in charge of marking Rukawa Kaede, and even Nagano Mitsuru, who was roaming around the baseline.

In that instant, everyone's attention was fatally diverted.

It was like a super-powerful magnet that instantly attracted all the iron filings.

Xiangyang's tight joint defense formation collapsed.

Lin Bei looked at the three defenders who were rushing towards him as if they were possessed, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"As expected, the superpower of reverse vision manipulation is incredibly effective."

Instead of slowing down, he leaped high into the air to meet the overwhelming, flower-shaped arms.

"Don't be so arrogant! You first-grader!!"

Hanagata Toru roared, his eyes behind his glasses bloodshot from over-focusing.

He was determined to win this shot!

All the spotlights were on this moment.

However, just as the flower-shaped fingers were about to touch the surface of the basketball...

Lin Bei performed a tuck-in motion in mid-air, defying the laws of physics.

His hands, which were originally raised in preparation for a dunk, instantly returned the ball to his arms as if by magic.

His gaze passed under the flower-shaped armpit and landed on the empty area in the bottom corner.

Is it really deserted there?

No.

When everyone's attention was being swallowed up by Lin Bei, this "black hole".

There is a person who seems to exist outside of this world.

White, size 14.

Mitsui Hisashi is like a ghost who has wandered onto the sports field.

He strolled casually, even somewhat nonchalantly, to the most comfortable spot at the baseline three-point line.

There was no resistance, no interference, not even the sound of breathing.

This feeling is truly amazing.

Mitsui Hisashi looked at the basketball in his hand.

That was a precise back pass delivered by Lin Bei through the gaps in the crowd, as accurate as a scalpel.

He even had time to adjust his hand position and feel the texture on the surface of the basketball.

"This kid has attracted the whole world..."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Mitsui jumps.

The knee brace had a matte finish under the light.

That was a testament to his two-year hiatus, and a medal for his indomitable spirit.

In this bustling stadium, he was the only one who remained quiet.

Gently shake your wrist.

The basketball traced a high arc, soaring over the head of Hasegawa Kazushi, who turned around in alarm.

"Whoosh!"

That was the most beautiful sound on the basketball court.

Hollowed out, the net is cast, and white waves surge and fly.

47: 46.

Xiangbei, overtaking!

"Great shot!!"

The Shohoku bench erupted in chaos.

Yasuda and Kakuta rushed to the sidelines waving towels.

Even the usually composed Kogure Kiminobu clenched his fists in excitement.

On the court, Mitsui Hisashi maintained his shooting posture.

Watching Lin Bei slowly running back, a confident and arrogant smile appeared on his lips:

"That's a good rumor, a first-year student."

Lin Bei shrugged, muttering to himself as he ran:

"This skill consumes way too much stamina..."

Although he complained, his eyes remained clear.

"It's like opening the Eight Gates of the Formation."

"It felt great, but it was also deadly."

……

On the stands, the Ryonan team.

Coach Taoka Shigeichi's mouth was slightly open, his expression as if he had seen an alien descend upon the land.

"That last shot...it wasn't just a simple case of Shohoku leaving someone out."

"It's number 16!" Taoka's voice was a little hoarse.

Suddenly, Sendoh Akira interrupted from behind, his eyes, which always carried a nonchalant smile, narrowing into a dangerous slit.

"He seems to have 'eaten up' everyone's attention."

"It's not just about visual cues, but also psychological suggestions."

"In that instant, the only command in the minds of the Xiangyang team members was 'stop him'."

"This leads to the tubularization of the field of vision," Sendoh said, pointing to his temple.

"Tube-shaped?" Yueye looked bewildered.

"It's like looking at the world through a tube; you can't see anything but what's inside the tube."

Sendoh took a deep breath and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"This guy... he really is a monster."

"If he grows up, who will be able to stop Shohoku?"

On the other side, Hainan University Affiliated School.

Jin Soichiro said gravely, "Maki-senpai, Fujima seems... confused."

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms, his overly mature face filled with seriousness.

As Fujima's long-time rival who had fought him for years, he knew Fujima's weaknesses better than anyone else.

"It's not chaos, it's fear."

"What Fujima has always been proud of is his calm mind and broad vision on the court."

"He's the kind of man who's used to being in control of everything."

Shinichi Maki looked at the lazy figure of number 16 on the field, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"But now, Lin Bei is stripping him of these two weapons."

"That number 16 was telling Fujima: As long as I'm on the field, you can only watch me; you can't think or give orders."

"This is for Fujima, who is both a player and a coach."

"This is a devastating blow."