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

"This is so troublesome..."

Lin Bei gritted his teeth, looking at the three Xiangyang players who had already formed a pincer movement in front of him.

Fujima, Takano, Ito.

The three men surrounded us in a triangular formation, blocking all avenues of attack and leaving not a single gap.

"Gotcha! Lin Bei!!"

Kenji Fujima's roar seemed to explode from his chest, carrying a strong smell of blood.

With Fujima in front, Ito on the left, and Takano blocking the way on the right.

This is a perfect triangular strangulation formation.

The shadow cast by the three people was like a tangible cage, pinning Lin Bei to the spot.

Sweat dripped down Fujima's chin.

His eyes no longer held the calm gaze of a coach, but rather that of a gambler driven mad by greed.

"Don't waste your energy!"

"I've seen through your tactics!"

"As long as I don't stare at your face, as long as I use my peripheral vision to scan the area..."

"You're just a sitting duck, all you know how to do is play petty tricks!"

Fujima lowered his center of gravity, spread his arms like eagle wings, and locked Lin Bei tightly.

In the stands.

Maki Shinichi lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest, his eyes indifferent.

"it's over."

Kiyota Nobunaga, standing beside him, looked puzzled: "Wasn't that first-year student pretty good?"

"Once the trick is exposed, it's worthless."

"Moreover, this kind of continuous induction skill is devastating to physical strength."

"He's at his last gasp now," Maki Shinichi said slowly.

Center of the stadium.

The air seemed to freeze.

However, Lin Bei, who was at the center of the storm, did not show the panic that everyone expected.

His eyelids drooped heavily, as if he had just finished playing games all night and was dragged out for a morning run.

"Hey, seniors."

"Aren't you hot with three grown men standing so close to me?"

"I only like girls who smell sweet and soft."

Lin Bei's voice was lazy and slightly hoarse.

"Stop talking nonsense! Leave the ball here!" Fujima's eyes twitched.

Anger made him move even faster, reaching out to grab the ball.

"Alright, alright, since that's how it is..." Lin Bei shrugged after dodging.

"Turn off reverse visual guidance," he muttered to himself.

The feeling of illuminating the entire scene like a light bulb is indeed too energy-consuming.

Since we're already being targeted, there's no need to waste our energy.

[Ding! Skill has been deactivated]

[Current Shock Level: 750 points]

"Smack."

It was as if some invisible switch had been turned off.

The eerie magnetic field that had been forcefully pulling at Lin Bei's gaze instantly dissipated.

This feeling is wonderful.

It's like staring at a bright light bulb for a long time, and then the bulb suddenly goes out; your vision will be momentarily darkened and you'll experience a momentary blur.

The pupils of Fujima and the other two suddenly contracted.

In their perception.

Lin Bei, who was originally "huge" and "dazzling", suddenly became small, mediocre, and even somewhat blurry.

That suffocating sense of presence vanished like the receding tide.

"Now."

Taking advantage of the momentary visual residue that caused the three people to freeze.

Lin Bei subtly flicked his wrist.

The basketball seemed to come alive, clinging to the floor and slipping through the tiny gap between Fujima and Ito's calves.

A surgical-like bounce pass!

"Rukawa Kaede!"

The basketball bounced precisely into the hands of Rukawa Kaede, who had already cut into the paint.

"Don't even think about it!!"

Despite their bloodlust, Xiangyang did not break down.

Hanagata Toru roared, his massive body like a mountain of flesh, blocking Rukawa Kaede's path as he jumped.

Rukawa Kaede forcefully pulled the lever in mid-air, attempting to avoid the block.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The flower-shaped hand slapped hard onto the basketball.

"It's covered!!"

The entire Shohoku support group erupted in deafening cheers.

The basketball was swatted away and landed right in the hands of Fujima, who was on the perimeter receiving the pass.

"Quick attack!!"

Fujima didn't hesitate at all; he started moving the moment he got the ball.

His speed was astonishing, like a sports car with a brand new engine.

This time, he did not go to see Lin Bei again.

Now that the strange "eye-catching technique" has disappeared.

In his eyes, Lin Bei was nothing more than a first-year substitute who was physically exhausted and unsteady on his feet.

"Ordinary eye contact guidance?"

Fujima dribbled wildly, his cold eyes sweeping over Lin Bei, who was trying to block him with his footwork.

"Too young!"

"As long as I don't look at people, but only at the space around me, you'll have nowhere to hide!"

Fujima suddenly stopped and changed direction while traveling at high speed, directly bypassing Mitsui who was trying to intercept him.

Immediately after facing Lin Bei who was covering for him, he took a jump shot!

Ignore the defense!

"Whoosh!"

The basketball went through the net cleanly.

49: 48.

Just one point short!

"Defense! Full press!"

"Knock Shohoku out of the game in their own half!!"

Fujima didn't celebrate after landing. He roared and directed his teammates to pounce on Shohoku's baseline like mad dogs.

The situation has completely reversed.

The next three minutes were a hell of "despair" for Shohoku.

Without the restraint of "reverse visual guidance", Lin Bei switched back to the low-key "ghost mode" in an attempt to connect with the team.

However, its effectiveness was greatly reduced in the face of Fujima, who had already awakened and completely mastered the method of breaking it.

As soon as Lin Bei gets the ball, Fujima will immediately close in and use physical contact to force Lin Bei to make a mistake.

Once Lin Bei passes the ball, Xiangyang's height advantage begins to show.

"Snapped!"

The pass was intercepted by Takano.

Shohoku countered, and Nagano scored a layup.

49:50, Xiangyang took the lead.

"rebound!!"

Takenori Akagi roared inside, but Toru Hanagata used his soft touch to pass the ball to Fujima on the outside.

Fujima receives the ball and shoots a three-pointer.

"Whoosh!"

49: 53.

Time ticked by, like a dull knife cutting into the nerves of the Xiangbei team.

The numbers on the electronic scoreboard jumped around so fast it was nerve-wracking.

There are 3 minutes and 50 seconds left in the game.

The score was 55-58.

Shohoku is trailing by 3 points.

"beep--!"

The referee blows the whistle, the ball is out of bounds.

The bench of Shohoku was deathly silent.

Coach Anzai pushed up his glasses; the lenses reflected light, obscuring his expression.

On the field.

Akagi Takenori rested his hands on his knees, sweat pooling on the floor.

His chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows.

Mitsui was panting heavily, a hint of despair in his eyes:

"Damn it... that Fujima, he's completely insane..."

"It's impossible to defend against..."

An atmosphere of "defeat" began to spread within the team.

Just then.

A lazy, even slightly disdainful voice rang out behind them.

"Hey, I'm talking."

Lin Bei straightened up, wiped the sweat from his eyes with the hem of his jersey, and glanced at his panting teammates.

"We're only down by 3 points, why do you guys look like you're about to be buried?"

Is this someone holding a premature funeral for themselves?

Mitsui Hisashi gritted his teeth, his knees trembling slightly, a sign of exhaustion.

"Nonsense... You think everyone's like you..."

"Suddenly he's pretending to be dead..."

"What I called tactical AFK (away from keyboard) gameplay, do you even know what energy conservation and emission reduction means?"

Lin Bei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, which stood out starkly in the oppressive atmosphere.

He walked over to Mitsui Hisashi.

At this moment, Mitsui's face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Sweat had completely soaked his hair, which stuck to his forehead.

Lin Bei lowered his voice and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"The other woman"

"Don't call me a mistress!!"

Mitsui's forehead veins throbbed.

If he still had the strength, he would definitely punch that kid.

"Can you still lift your hand?"

Lin Bei ignored his roar and his tone suddenly became serious, even cold.

Mitsui paused for a moment.

He looked at his trembling hands.

The two-year hiatus exposed his physical limitations in this high-intensity competition.

Now, even breathing makes his lungs feel like they're on fire.

But he still raised his head, his eyes burning with a flame called "self-esteem".

"As long as I get the ball..."

"I can make the shot. Even if my hand is broken, I can still make it."

Mitsui's lips curled into a wild, arrogant smile, the pride unique to MVP.

"it is good."

Lin Bei nodded and turned to walk towards the serving point.

"Then for a while, you just keep running."

"Run to your most comfortable position, then shoot."

"Leave the rest to me."

Mitsui frowned, instinctively asking, "What do you mean? Where's the ball? How am I supposed to shoot if you don't pass it to me first?"

"It will arrive."

Lin Bei waved his hand with his back to him.

"If you believe, it will come!"