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

Jun Uozumi followed behind, his brow furrowed.

"But Coach, that's precisely Fujima's strength; he can calmly analyze the situation..."

"calm?"

Taoka stopped, turned his head, and his eyes sharpened.

"Uozumi, do you really think he's calm?"

"At the last moment, when that kid named Lin Bei started to cause trouble, and when Sakuragi Hanamichi started to play by his own rules, Fujima panicked."

"As a player, he wanted to win, wanted to score, and wanted to turn the tide with his individual abilities."

"But as a coach, he also has to consider tactics, substitutions, and overall defense."

Taoka Shigeichi extended a finger and tapped his temple.

You can't do two things at once.

"If Shohoku could have a good full-time coach, even if it's just an ordinary coach."

"As long as I can sit on the sidelines and help Fujima relieve some of the pressure, so he can focus entirely on being a pure player..."

"Perhaps, the outcome would be completely different today."

At this point, Taoka Shigeichi recalled his final moments.

Fujima's bloodshot, bewildered eyes.

"What a pity."

"The era that belonged to Fujima was torn apart by the beasts of Shohoku before it could fully bloom."

Upon hearing this, Sendoh raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze drifting towards the direction of Shohoku's locker room.

"Coach, instead of feeling sorry for Fujima, I think we should be more worried about ourselves."

"That Lin Bei, and Sakuragi..."

"The chemical reaction between these two is more terrifying than a bomb."

Taoka Shigeichi's body stiffened for a moment.

Then, his face turned ashen, and a deep frown appeared on his forehead.

"Enough talk! Go back and practice more!"

"No matter what kind of monsters they are, Ryonan has only one goal!"

"Down with Hainan! March across the country!"

"yes!"

……

The corridor outside the locker room of Shohoku High School.

The air here is much quieter than outside.

Only the faint sounds of cleaners sweeping could be heard in the distance.

"Hehehe, Sakuragi must be getting all cocky right now!"

Takamiya Nozomi, with her round belly protruding, held a half-eaten bag of potato chips in her hand and a lewd smile on her face.

"That last dunk was absolutely awesome!"

"I can't believe he actually did it!"

Oonan Yuji excitedly shouted as he demonstrated the famous dunk move.

"Let's go in and give him a shock!"

"And while you're at it, make him treat you to ramen!"

"That guy's a big hero now!"

Chuichiro Noma rubbed his hands together, a mischievous grin on his face, and prepared to push open the door.

Yohei Mito walked at the back, his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips.

As Sakuragi's best friend.

He was genuinely happy to see that the fool who used to only know how to fight and get dumped finally find his own stage.

"Be gentle, don't break the door," Yohei warned.

Just as Takamiya Nozomi's chubby hand was about to touch the locker room doorknob.

"Click".

The door lock clicked softly, and someone gently pushed the door open a crack from the inside.

A bespectacled, refined-looking figure squeezed out from the crack in the door.

It's Mu Mu Gongyan.

"Hey! Glasses guy!"

"We're going to find the flower arranging method..."

Takamiya Nozomi casually raised her hand to say hello.

"Sh-!"

Kogure did not respond to their enthusiasm; instead, his expression was serious, even somewhat tense.

He raised his index finger and placed it on his lips, making an extremely exaggerated gesture to be quiet.

"Hush! Hush!!"

Kogure lowered his voice, as if afraid of startling some ferocious beast, his expression extremely cautious.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened? Is Sakuragi injured?" Yohei stepped forward, somewhat puzzled.

No, it's not an injury.

Kogure shook his head, a helpless yet warm bitter smile on his face.

He didn't explain, but simply turned to the side and gently pushed the locker room door open halfway.

"See for yourselves."

"But whatever you do, don't make a sound."

The four members of Sakuragi's gang looked at each other in bewilderment.

Filled with curiosity, I tiptoed to the door and peeked inside.

next second.

The four of them stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

The locker room, which should have been filled with cheers, celebrations, or even the roars of Takenori Akagi, was now eerily quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner.

And... the sounds of snoring rising and falling.

What a bizarre and shocking scene it was!

The changing room had no beds, only rows of long benches and a hard floor.

But these teenagers, who had just gone through a fierce battle, seemed completely unconcerned about any of this.

The one at the very bottom is Takenori Akagi.

The captain of Shohoku High School was lying face up in the middle of the floor in a huge "T" shape, completely lacking any decorum.

His face, which was usually as serious as a chimpanzee's, was completely relaxed at this moment, his mouth slightly open, emitting thunderous snores.

On Akagi, it was almost like they were playing a human pyramid.

Mitsui Hisashi sat on the floor with his back against the wardrobe, his head tilted to one side, and his two long legs casually draped over Akagi's thighs.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were still shooting three-pointers in his dream, his right hand twitching from time to time, mimicking a shooting motion.

To Akagi's left, Miyagi Ryota's head rested on Akagi's thick, tree-trunk-like left arm.

Even when he was asleep, a smug smile lingered on his lips, probably because he was dreaming that Ayako was praising him.

On Akagi's broad, slightly undulating belly lay a huge red figure.

Sakuragi Hanamichi.

The guy took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest and outstretched limbs.

His head was resting on Akagi's stomach, and there was a puddle of drool.

He was still mumbling incoherently, "I am... a genius... hahaha..."

The most outrageous one is Lin Bei.

The laziest guy on the field was curled up on Sakuragi Hanamichi's body.

Sakuragi's abs became his perfect pillow.

As for Rukawa Kaede...

This lone wolf did not participate in this spectacular "human pyramid".

He curled up next to the wardrobe in the far corner and fell asleep on his side.

That signature snot bubble still clung to the tip of his nose, its size fluctuating with his breathing.

"this……"

Takamiya Nozomi stared in disbelief, nearly dropping the potato chips in her hand.

"What kind of design is this? Is it performance art?"

Yuji Oonan swallowed hard. "Captain Akagi... won't he get crushed to death?"

"They are too tired."

Kogure stood at the doorway, looking at his teammates lying scattered all over the place, his eyes filled with tenderness as if he were looking at his own children.

"Everyone gave it their all in this match."

"Akagi was constantly battling inside, Mitsui was exhausted, Miyagi was running all over the court, and Rukawa was fighting tooth and nail on both ends of the court..."

"As for Lin Bei and Sakuragi..."

Kogure paused, his gaze falling on the two figures stacked together at the top.

"We wouldn't have won without their final burst of energy."

"Let them get some sleep."

"Entry into the locker room is currently prohibited."